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coyotecolored and hyperballad both pounced on me with screams of "DID YOU SEE THE CAMS OF KIBUM AT THE AFTERPARTY?" To which I replied, "OH MY GOD, KIM KIBUM, YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE." By which I meant, "sob, I love you, why couldn't you have filmed a VCR or made it to at least one concert, you dick?"
Anyway, I wanted to write angry porn, but it couldn't happen because, as Fuu pointed out, Donghae's not the type to get angry. He's the type to go "KIBUMMIE :D". So instead I just wrote porn angrily. Or tried. You'll notice a distinct lack of NC-17 rating here, sob. Just. Picture it in your heads. Use this icon as a visual aid. Place Kibum right there between Donghae's legs...
Body Shots and Angry Sex That Wasn't
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, (Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul), PG-13, 2190 words
Kibum comes back for the booze and the sex.
Body Shots and Angry Sex That Wasn't
bymeiface
Everyone is thrilled to see Kibum at the afterparty. Most everyone. Siwon clasps him tight in a manly hug, and Ryeowook beams up at him with soft, bright eyes. Kangin slaps his back and gives a loud shout of welcome. There is excitement and chatter all around - everyone's still high from the last concert, the screams and the adrenaline running tight in their blood. Eeteuk can't seem to stop crying and smiling at the same time.
And Donghae. When Donghae sees Kibum, his entire face lights up. He grips Eunhyuk's shoulder hard as he stares unabashedly, eyes shining and the edges of a smile on his lips.
"Donghae?" Eunhyuk asks, nudging him in the side.
"Kibummie," Donghae breathes.
It's like a moment out of a movie when Kibum turns slightly from Hankyung, still grinning, and his eyes meet Donghae's. His smile fades slightly, momentarily, and even the onlookers know that this is a moment. They have all known each other for years. Everyone knows what goes unsaid between Kibum and Donghae - quiet and loud, reserved and extroverted, opposites in so many ways and yet a friendship forged between them that no one can ever quite describe or question.
Kibum's smile returns, but it's tentative, slightly sheepish. "Donghae-hyung," he says.
Eunhyuk yelps slightly as Donghae flings himself forward with a happy shout. "Kibummie," he exclaims, and Heechul can practically see the stars in his eyes as he wraps his arms around Kibum and squeezes with all his might. His hair is tousled, still sweaty, falling over his forehead and tickling his collar, and Heechul has never seen Donghae so beautiful - older and wiser than he's ever been, comfortable in his own skin and sexuality, open and loving and smiling up at Kibum.
"Hyung," Kibum laughs. The familiar blinding smile has returned as he shifts his balance and wraps his arms around Donghae in return. "Hi."
There's a moment while Donghae buries his face into Kibum's neck and holds him tight. Then he lifts his head slightly and says softly, "I've missed you."
Heechul remembers the times when Donghae said nothing, an aching sadness in his eyes, as he sat in Heechul's room and stared at pictures. Pictures of them, pictures of the other members...pictures of Kibum. Heechul remembers the slump of his shoulders, the disappointment evident in his voice when he asked, trying to be lighthearted, "Oh, Kibum's not going to make it for the concerts?"
Donghae is like family to Heechul - closer, even. Heechul protects what is his, even if it's someone else he loves doing the hurting.
People are still laughing, still talking and waving around cups of unidentified alcoholic content, as Kibum and Donghae hold each other. The music's still pounding in the background, and it masks Heechul's steps as he stalks over to Kibum and cuffs him over the head.
Kibum winces and turns to look at him. "Hyung," he says, immediately wary. He knows how to read Heechul's expression.
"You're a fucking asshole, Kim Kibum."
Donghae stares at him but Kibum dips his head, acknowledging his guilt. He knows what Heechul means. They have always understood each other easily.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs. Donghae's hand slips up to curve around his neck, a silent reassurance.
"Heechul," Donghae starts, but he falls silent.
Heechul rolls his eyes. "Yah, go get us something to drink. Lots of alcohol, okay, Fishy?" He tilts his head and flashes a quick, sharp grin at Donghae, who looks momentarily torn. After a brief internal struggle, he shrugs and detaches himself from Kibum's side with a quick look that translates easily into Don't disappear on me before slipping off into the crowd.
As soon as they are relatively alone, Heechul jabs a finger into Kibum's chest. "I don't care if both of your legs are broken, Kibummie," he hisses, leaning in. "I won't forgive you if you make Donghae cry again."
Kibum's eyes darken, his mouth drawn downwards. "Hyung," he says quietly. "I know. I'm sorry."
"Don't be such an asshole. You can at least call him sometimes, okay? Not just these stupid group calls." Heechul straightens and looks around for Donghae and their drinks. His demeanor is suddenly, abruptly, less angry. His smirk has found its way back on his face. "And next time, make an effort to show up on time. Do you know what an ass you made me look like when I called your name at the concert and you didn't show up?"
A short laugh as Kibum shakes his head. "Sorry, hyung. It was flight delays. I couldn't help it."
Heechul doesn't tell him to just not leave Korea anymore, even though he wants to. He knows Kibum will still; his family is in California after all. Instead, he just huffs a breath. "Catch an earlier flight next time, dumbass." He lifts an arm to cuff Kibum's head again and this time when he laughs, all the previous tension drains out of him. "Typical Kim Kibum. Only get here in time for the booze. What a waste of my cheerleading skills."
Donghae returns as Kibum laughs, real and hearty. There is a flicker of confusion on Donghae's face but it melts quickly into happiness. He hands Heechul a glass of something pink and, Heechul hopes, deliciously potent. He hands Kibum something else with the brightest smile Heechul's seen on his face in ages, all past three nights of concerts included.
Fans are one thing, Heechul knows, but Kim Kibum is something else entirely.
"Come on, Kibummie," Donghae exclaims excitedly, wrapping a hand around Kibum's wrist. "You're limping. You should sit down and we can catch up and you missed so much! Did you know what Siwonnie and Hankyung-hyung did tonight? Did you get a chance to see Zhou Mi? He was so excited to be able to perform in Korea--"
He drags Kibum off and Heechul watches them go as he sips his Cosmopolitan. He smiles behind his glass. It's good to have Kibum back with them.
He turns to hunt down Hankyung and start up a game of "how many tequila body shots can we do before sending our managers into a cardiac arrest"?
--
It's two hours later and Kibum has had his ear talked off by Donghae and all surrounding people, members and staff included, about the concerts and the fans and all the preparation that went into these three nights. It only reminds him more than ever how much he's missed - but these thoughts flee his head as Donghae croons into his ear with a soft, tipsy murmur of his name.
"Kibum," he says, soft and warm. He smiles at Kibum with hooded eyes and Kibum feels his blood heat up at the way those fingers slide along his wrist.
"Donghae--" he starts, and then stops abruptly as his heart goes into overdrive. Donghae has unceremoniously slid into his lap, legs straddling his hips, pressing close. Kibum loses his ability to speak for a moment as his mouth dries.
"I missed you." Donghae looks down at him with heavy, sad eyes. He rocks his hips minutely and Kibum swallows his gasp. Donghae's mouth curves and Kibum has forgotten what it's like when Donghae is just a little drunk, just a little reckless. He's forgotten that his hyung is all shades of adorable innocence and pure, unadulterated sex packed in one lithe, unforgettable body.
He lets a breath steal out between his parted lips as he fits his hands on Donghae's hips and pulls him even closer.
"I've missed you too," he says low, under his breath. He wonders how many people are watching them, on a couch in a darkened corner that is still far from being obscure.
Donghae licks his lips. "I missed you a lot," he breathes, letting his head fall beside Kibum's, a flicker of tongue tracing the edge of his ear.
Kibum's cock twitches. "Hyung," he says, grip tightening on Donghae's hips and trying not to just thrust upward like he wants to. "Hyung, we're in public." His hands slide up Donghae's sides, catching on the fabric of his shirt, pulling it up slightly to reveal a flash of tanned, toned skin. Kibum nearly groans. Donghae has clearly been working out. His fingers itch to brush against those abs, clearly defined in the Kibum's absence.
He wants Donghae.
He's forgotten what it's like to have him so close, so very much there, flooding Kibum's senses with his presence, stoking the desire no one else has ever stirred to this level.
There's just something about Donghae, Kibum knows, and is suddenly so grateful to be back in Korea.
"Let's go somewhere else then," Donghae suggests, and nips at his ear.
Kibum thinks this is a very good idea. The only thing is - he doesn't know if he can stand, much less walk anywhere. It's difficult enough with his leg still slightly weak...add in a burgeoning hard-on and Kibum gets the sinking feeling he won't be walking anywhere anytime soon.
"Hyung," he begins, but Donghae turns his head and catches his mouth with his own.
Somewhere in the background, Sungmin might have said something. Yesung might have muttered something about God saving his eyes, only for Ryeowook to hit him and whisper loudly, "Shut up, I think it's sweet." Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kibum knows they are still in public, that there are people watching them.
He can't find it in himself to care. Not when Donghae is sliding against him, a warm and heavy weight in his lap, hands cupping his face and fitting their mouths together. His tongue unfurls into Kibum's, a slick wet heat that makes Kibum shudder.
They kiss for a few long, heated minutes, and Kibum loses himself in this familiar, forgotten pleasure, until Heechul wrenches them apart.
Donghae's whimper is quiet and low as he's pulled from Kibum.
"Stop stealing my thunder," Heechul demands, but he's laughing and the hollow of his throat glistens with what could be sweat, or what could be tequila. He eyes the way Donghae is spilled languidly over Kibum's lap, clinging to him with a dark, lidded expression, and the way Kibum is breathing hard, one hand tucked up the back of Donghae's shirt.
"Everyone's going to have a coronary tonight," he chortles. Then he's shaking his head and pulling Donghae off. Donghae makes a small, protesting sound in his throat and Kibum wants to do the same, but is occupied pulling a couch pillow over his lap instead. He is too far gone to be truly embarrassed, but neither does he want to traumatize Siwon for life. He bites hard on his lip
Heechul whispers something into Donghae's ear and he grins. He runs a hand through his hair and turns his smile on Kibum, whose heart skips a beat.
"Let's go," he says, stretching out a hand.
In the end, Kibum finds it in himself to follow Donghae, murmuring goodbyes to people as he passes them on the way out. They are an indistinct blur of faces and smiles in his mind, because all he can see is the person leading him through the crowd. The one he hurt most by leaving, and the one he didn't know he missed the most until he came back.
No one is as beautiful to him as Donghae is, he finds, as they end up in Hankyung's room in the dorm, door locked behind them.
"He's not going to be back tonight," Donghae tells him, pushing him back on the bed and crawling back on top of him. His smile is wicked, lovely. Kibum reaches out a hand to slide against his cheek and cup his jaw, feeling his body heat up again.
He doesn't say the words when he kisses Donghae again and again, but he thinks Donghae knows them anyway.
I missed you.
--
"Too bad Donghae's no good at getting angry," Heechul sighs into Siwon's shoulder, his head lolling back. "They could've had hot angry sex."
"Donghae's not the type," Hankyung agrees. "Did you see how thrilled he was to even see Kibum?" He shifts his position and rearranges Heechul's legs over his lap. Heechul kicks him lightly, for no other reason than that he can.
"He was like a puppy," he drawls, "and that asshole Kibum." He sighs and rolls his eyes. "I hope they have copious amounts of sex to make up for lost time. God knows Kibum couldn't have been getting any overseas and, ugh. Donghae was so repressed he started taking it out on Hyukjae. Did you see?" he demands. "During the concert. That is just a violation of my senses. Hyukjae is not yet made for things like sex."
Hankyung groans. "I can't believe you let them use my room."
Siwon pats him sympathetically as Heechul ignores him completely, sitting up and looking around the room. "Is there more tequila?" he wants to know, because now that they're alone, it's the perfect time for a new kind of game--
How many body shots until Siwon remembers how good sinning feels?
Heechul grins.
--
Started/Ended: 2009.07.21
Notes: For the record, I totally think Hyukjae is made for things like sex. Damn you, Super Show.
coyotecolored and hyperballad both pounced on me with screams of "DID YOU SEE THE CAMS OF KIBUM AT THE AFTERPARTY?" To which I replied, "OH MY GOD, KIM KIBUM, YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE." By which I meant, "sob, I love you, why couldn't you have filmed a VCR or made it to at least one concert, you dick?"Anyway, I wanted to write angry porn, but it couldn't happen because, as Fuu pointed out, Donghae's not the type to get angry. He's the type to go "KIBUMMIE :D". So instead I just wrote porn angrily. Or tried. You'll notice a distinct lack of NC-17 rating here, sob. Just. Picture it in your heads. Use this icon as a visual aid. Place Kibum right there between Donghae's legs...
Body Shots and Angry Sex That Wasn't
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, (Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul), PG-13, 2190 words
Kibum comes back for the booze and the sex.
Body Shots and Angry Sex That Wasn't
by
meifaceEveryone is thrilled to see Kibum at the afterparty. Most everyone. Siwon clasps him tight in a manly hug, and Ryeowook beams up at him with soft, bright eyes. Kangin slaps his back and gives a loud shout of welcome. There is excitement and chatter all around - everyone's still high from the last concert, the screams and the adrenaline running tight in their blood. Eeteuk can't seem to stop crying and smiling at the same time.
And Donghae. When Donghae sees Kibum, his entire face lights up. He grips Eunhyuk's shoulder hard as he stares unabashedly, eyes shining and the edges of a smile on his lips.
"Donghae?" Eunhyuk asks, nudging him in the side.
"Kibummie," Donghae breathes.
It's like a moment out of a movie when Kibum turns slightly from Hankyung, still grinning, and his eyes meet Donghae's. His smile fades slightly, momentarily, and even the onlookers know that this is a moment. They have all known each other for years. Everyone knows what goes unsaid between Kibum and Donghae - quiet and loud, reserved and extroverted, opposites in so many ways and yet a friendship forged between them that no one can ever quite describe or question.
Kibum's smile returns, but it's tentative, slightly sheepish. "Donghae-hyung," he says.
Eunhyuk yelps slightly as Donghae flings himself forward with a happy shout. "Kibummie," he exclaims, and Heechul can practically see the stars in his eyes as he wraps his arms around Kibum and squeezes with all his might. His hair is tousled, still sweaty, falling over his forehead and tickling his collar, and Heechul has never seen Donghae so beautiful - older and wiser than he's ever been, comfortable in his own skin and sexuality, open and loving and smiling up at Kibum.
"Hyung," Kibum laughs. The familiar blinding smile has returned as he shifts his balance and wraps his arms around Donghae in return. "Hi."
There's a moment while Donghae buries his face into Kibum's neck and holds him tight. Then he lifts his head slightly and says softly, "I've missed you."
Heechul remembers the times when Donghae said nothing, an aching sadness in his eyes, as he sat in Heechul's room and stared at pictures. Pictures of them, pictures of the other members...pictures of Kibum. Heechul remembers the slump of his shoulders, the disappointment evident in his voice when he asked, trying to be lighthearted, "Oh, Kibum's not going to make it for the concerts?"
Donghae is like family to Heechul - closer, even. Heechul protects what is his, even if it's someone else he loves doing the hurting.
People are still laughing, still talking and waving around cups of unidentified alcoholic content, as Kibum and Donghae hold each other. The music's still pounding in the background, and it masks Heechul's steps as he stalks over to Kibum and cuffs him over the head.
Kibum winces and turns to look at him. "Hyung," he says, immediately wary. He knows how to read Heechul's expression.
"You're a fucking asshole, Kim Kibum."
Donghae stares at him but Kibum dips his head, acknowledging his guilt. He knows what Heechul means. They have always understood each other easily.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs. Donghae's hand slips up to curve around his neck, a silent reassurance.
"Heechul," Donghae starts, but he falls silent.
Heechul rolls his eyes. "Yah, go get us something to drink. Lots of alcohol, okay, Fishy?" He tilts his head and flashes a quick, sharp grin at Donghae, who looks momentarily torn. After a brief internal struggle, he shrugs and detaches himself from Kibum's side with a quick look that translates easily into Don't disappear on me before slipping off into the crowd.
As soon as they are relatively alone, Heechul jabs a finger into Kibum's chest. "I don't care if both of your legs are broken, Kibummie," he hisses, leaning in. "I won't forgive you if you make Donghae cry again."
Kibum's eyes darken, his mouth drawn downwards. "Hyung," he says quietly. "I know. I'm sorry."
"Don't be such an asshole. You can at least call him sometimes, okay? Not just these stupid group calls." Heechul straightens and looks around for Donghae and their drinks. His demeanor is suddenly, abruptly, less angry. His smirk has found its way back on his face. "And next time, make an effort to show up on time. Do you know what an ass you made me look like when I called your name at the concert and you didn't show up?"
A short laugh as Kibum shakes his head. "Sorry, hyung. It was flight delays. I couldn't help it."
Heechul doesn't tell him to just not leave Korea anymore, even though he wants to. He knows Kibum will still; his family is in California after all. Instead, he just huffs a breath. "Catch an earlier flight next time, dumbass." He lifts an arm to cuff Kibum's head again and this time when he laughs, all the previous tension drains out of him. "Typical Kim Kibum. Only get here in time for the booze. What a waste of my cheerleading skills."
Donghae returns as Kibum laughs, real and hearty. There is a flicker of confusion on Donghae's face but it melts quickly into happiness. He hands Heechul a glass of something pink and, Heechul hopes, deliciously potent. He hands Kibum something else with the brightest smile Heechul's seen on his face in ages, all past three nights of concerts included.
Fans are one thing, Heechul knows, but Kim Kibum is something else entirely.
"Come on, Kibummie," Donghae exclaims excitedly, wrapping a hand around Kibum's wrist. "You're limping. You should sit down and we can catch up and you missed so much! Did you know what Siwonnie and Hankyung-hyung did tonight? Did you get a chance to see Zhou Mi? He was so excited to be able to perform in Korea--"
He drags Kibum off and Heechul watches them go as he sips his Cosmopolitan. He smiles behind his glass. It's good to have Kibum back with them.
He turns to hunt down Hankyung and start up a game of "how many tequila body shots can we do before sending our managers into a cardiac arrest"?
--
It's two hours later and Kibum has had his ear talked off by Donghae and all surrounding people, members and staff included, about the concerts and the fans and all the preparation that went into these three nights. It only reminds him more than ever how much he's missed - but these thoughts flee his head as Donghae croons into his ear with a soft, tipsy murmur of his name.
"Kibum," he says, soft and warm. He smiles at Kibum with hooded eyes and Kibum feels his blood heat up at the way those fingers slide along his wrist.
"Donghae--" he starts, and then stops abruptly as his heart goes into overdrive. Donghae has unceremoniously slid into his lap, legs straddling his hips, pressing close. Kibum loses his ability to speak for a moment as his mouth dries.
"I missed you." Donghae looks down at him with heavy, sad eyes. He rocks his hips minutely and Kibum swallows his gasp. Donghae's mouth curves and Kibum has forgotten what it's like when Donghae is just a little drunk, just a little reckless. He's forgotten that his hyung is all shades of adorable innocence and pure, unadulterated sex packed in one lithe, unforgettable body.
He lets a breath steal out between his parted lips as he fits his hands on Donghae's hips and pulls him even closer.
"I've missed you too," he says low, under his breath. He wonders how many people are watching them, on a couch in a darkened corner that is still far from being obscure.
Donghae licks his lips. "I missed you a lot," he breathes, letting his head fall beside Kibum's, a flicker of tongue tracing the edge of his ear.
Kibum's cock twitches. "Hyung," he says, grip tightening on Donghae's hips and trying not to just thrust upward like he wants to. "Hyung, we're in public." His hands slide up Donghae's sides, catching on the fabric of his shirt, pulling it up slightly to reveal a flash of tanned, toned skin. Kibum nearly groans. Donghae has clearly been working out. His fingers itch to brush against those abs, clearly defined in the Kibum's absence.
He wants Donghae.
He's forgotten what it's like to have him so close, so very much there, flooding Kibum's senses with his presence, stoking the desire no one else has ever stirred to this level.
There's just something about Donghae, Kibum knows, and is suddenly so grateful to be back in Korea.
"Let's go somewhere else then," Donghae suggests, and nips at his ear.
Kibum thinks this is a very good idea. The only thing is - he doesn't know if he can stand, much less walk anywhere. It's difficult enough with his leg still slightly weak...add in a burgeoning hard-on and Kibum gets the sinking feeling he won't be walking anywhere anytime soon.
"Hyung," he begins, but Donghae turns his head and catches his mouth with his own.
Somewhere in the background, Sungmin might have said something. Yesung might have muttered something about God saving his eyes, only for Ryeowook to hit him and whisper loudly, "Shut up, I think it's sweet." Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kibum knows they are still in public, that there are people watching them.
He can't find it in himself to care. Not when Donghae is sliding against him, a warm and heavy weight in his lap, hands cupping his face and fitting their mouths together. His tongue unfurls into Kibum's, a slick wet heat that makes Kibum shudder.
They kiss for a few long, heated minutes, and Kibum loses himself in this familiar, forgotten pleasure, until Heechul wrenches them apart.
Donghae's whimper is quiet and low as he's pulled from Kibum.
"Stop stealing my thunder," Heechul demands, but he's laughing and the hollow of his throat glistens with what could be sweat, or what could be tequila. He eyes the way Donghae is spilled languidly over Kibum's lap, clinging to him with a dark, lidded expression, and the way Kibum is breathing hard, one hand tucked up the back of Donghae's shirt.
"Everyone's going to have a coronary tonight," he chortles. Then he's shaking his head and pulling Donghae off. Donghae makes a small, protesting sound in his throat and Kibum wants to do the same, but is occupied pulling a couch pillow over his lap instead. He is too far gone to be truly embarrassed, but neither does he want to traumatize Siwon for life. He bites hard on his lip
Heechul whispers something into Donghae's ear and he grins. He runs a hand through his hair and turns his smile on Kibum, whose heart skips a beat.
"Let's go," he says, stretching out a hand.
In the end, Kibum finds it in himself to follow Donghae, murmuring goodbyes to people as he passes them on the way out. They are an indistinct blur of faces and smiles in his mind, because all he can see is the person leading him through the crowd. The one he hurt most by leaving, and the one he didn't know he missed the most until he came back.
No one is as beautiful to him as Donghae is, he finds, as they end up in Hankyung's room in the dorm, door locked behind them.
"He's not going to be back tonight," Donghae tells him, pushing him back on the bed and crawling back on top of him. His smile is wicked, lovely. Kibum reaches out a hand to slide against his cheek and cup his jaw, feeling his body heat up again.
He doesn't say the words when he kisses Donghae again and again, but he thinks Donghae knows them anyway.
I missed you.
--
"Too bad Donghae's no good at getting angry," Heechul sighs into Siwon's shoulder, his head lolling back. "They could've had hot angry sex."
"Donghae's not the type," Hankyung agrees. "Did you see how thrilled he was to even see Kibum?" He shifts his position and rearranges Heechul's legs over his lap. Heechul kicks him lightly, for no other reason than that he can.
"He was like a puppy," he drawls, "and that asshole Kibum." He sighs and rolls his eyes. "I hope they have copious amounts of sex to make up for lost time. God knows Kibum couldn't have been getting any overseas and, ugh. Donghae was so repressed he started taking it out on Hyukjae. Did you see?" he demands. "During the concert. That is just a violation of my senses. Hyukjae is not yet made for things like sex."
Hankyung groans. "I can't believe you let them use my room."
Siwon pats him sympathetically as Heechul ignores him completely, sitting up and looking around the room. "Is there more tequila?" he wants to know, because now that they're alone, it's the perfect time for a new kind of game--
How many body shots until Siwon remembers how good sinning feels?
Heechul grins.
--
Started/Ended: 2009.07.21
Notes: For the record, I totally think Hyukjae is made for things like sex. Damn you, Super Show.
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