Title: You try to be good and you get screwed over.
Rating: mild R (Oh my God.)
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Henry (HenHyuk)
Plot: Remember in my last smut fic I was talking about Henry in a skirt, and hoodie? Well, here's the full story on that.
It was all...a conspiracy. Hyukjae was now sure of that. It was all...a conspiracy.
"H-Heechul-hyung and D-Donghae-hyung helped me do this. They h-helped plan it out and-a-ah!" Henry moaned.
Hyukjae probably would've mentally wondered why Heechul and Donghae loved sexually frustrating him using his cute Henry, if he weren't unbearably hard and needy. He really would've. But Henry was making those faces and those noises and-and-
WHY THE FUCK IS HENRY'S MOUTH OF FUCKING H
In all honesty, even a sex-fiend like him even needs a break, and that was all he was doing. Taking a break, watching TV, primarily old music videos and TV show appearances. Probably in the middle of watching him and Kangin unsuccessfully pass a card with their lips, he dozed off. It really wasn't his fault. If it wasn't porn, TV was just so much less...entertaining than sex. It true, you know.
When he woke up, it was the middle of SORRY SORRY, and then Henry just waltzed in, wearing a pale pink hoodie and a short skirt, and for some reason, he owned.
Before Hyukjae could do anything, Henry sat with his back to the TV, opened his legs, and started touching himself.
And that's when Hyukjae realized that he was tied down to the couch, by his wrists.
Of course he was.
Wait, that's not right, who the fuck-
"GOD DAMN IT, HEECHUL-HYUNG!"
He was almost sure that some where, on this plant out there, Heechul was cackling evilly.
And that how he ended up here. Hard, hot, horny and motherfucker, how he had managed not cumming yet was BEYOND him.
Henry was covered in sweat, panting, making those noises. Those unfair, teasing, and desperate noises, that Hyukjae really couldn't stand to hear with out touching his Henry.
Henry's hand was moving fast, and with each movement, another, more needy moan would errupt from him pink mouth, and Hyukjae would strain against the bonds.
"Hyung, hyung" Henry panted, his hips bucking, and sinking down, as if trying to reach Hyukjae. The thought made Hyukjae swell up even more, if that were possible.
"Hyung, I want hyung," Henry moaned, his erection wet with his own pre-cum, the hoodie tossed off to some corner of the room that was-some corner of the room. It wasn't the hoodie he was really paying attention to, it was mainly the porn his cute boyfriend was performing for him.
Fuck, if this was his reward for not watching porn for one day, he would give the rest of his porn collection to TVXQ's Changmin.
"Hyung, come and touch me, please," Henry pleaded, and Hyukjae felt his insides grow hot from Henry's voice.
"I need hyung, not me," Henry went on, and his hips jerked up and he let out a whining moan when his wrist rubbed his slit.
"Hyung, your hands," he begged, desperately, hand moving faster, and faster.
"Suck hyung off and hyung will make sure that you feel good," Hyukjae bargained-as much as he appreciated the show, he needed release or his dick would definitely explode. And that would be bad. And messy. But mostly bad.
Henry nodded eagerly, and he crawled over, erection dripping, and backside completely exposed on the other side. The thought made him even harder-hopefully, his dick would not explode.
Wasting no time, Henry pulled down Hyukjae pants and boxers, and went straight to deepthroating.
Hyukjae fucking thrusted in, with every ability as a dancer helping him. Henry didn't even gag-he was used to it. He swallowed it down smoothly, his hyung's moans and screams and pleads serving as a soundtrack.
"H-Henry, I-I'm going to-"
Henry lapped insistintely at the slit and Hyukjae exploded down his throat. Henry swallowed it all up, purring happily.
"Let hyung go, Henry," Hyukjae sighed, the post-glow better than ever. Henry untied him, his own erection tamed and calmed. Hyukjae laughed.
"Whore. You came just from sucking me off." He laughed. Henry climbed on him lap, snuggling and nuzzling.
"I like it when Hyung fucks my mouth." he hummed, innocently rubbing his chest against Hyukjae's. He moaned, and pressed closer.
"Unbelievable. Everyone accuses me of corrupting you, and yet you're hornier than me!" The older boy sighed.
"That's because Hyung always marks me and reminds me of what we do." Henry smiled.
"Damn it. Making people unbearably hard should be on your 'list of talents'."
"I know, hyung. I know."
Well, that was okay. Not good, but okay.