Amorosity

Characters: Donghae/Yesung
Author: Linh/ElmersGlue128
Rating: NC-17
Length: one-shot
Words: 3,284
Summary: [college!verse] Sadistic play between Donghae and Yesung at the convenience
store.
Dedicated: to Yuri (the Elder of the Forest for the Perverted^^) - it really wouldn't have been
the same without you, baby.
Comments: Yay, it's finally done, my first real...smut, ha. Pardon the occasional
cheesiness :D

Clammy palms in his pockets, nothing but water swishing inside a ravenous stomach and his
feet fumbles to keep going. Thick, cumbersome textbooks in his backpack weighing him
down and messy bangs fall over his eyes as his face dips downwards for a spare second.
The bell dings twice and Yesung’s inside the convenience store on campus, timidly lurking
through the aisles to make sure no one else’s around. Relieved, he grabs a basket and
excitedly starts piling in one of… everything, sliding open the glass door for a pint of mint
chocolate chip ice cream and he’s so happy.
Making his way to the lone cashier, there’s a young and oh-so-familiar face not looking at
him but absent-mindedly doodling on a “closed” sign. His hands falter their hold a little as he
peeks down at the overfilled basket with embarrassing junk food and he stutters a salutation,
his husky voice suddenly feeling overbearing, “H-hi.”
“I am not going to give you a blowjob, we’re practically strangers,” Donghae responds
casually, looking up for the first time.
“W-what?” Yesung scrunches up his face in confusion, “I just…want to pay—”
“Well, you don’t have to pay for it,” Donghae contemplates thoughtfully, “If we have sex
first then we wouldn’t be strangers anymore and then I could probably give you a blowjob.”
Yesung is pretty sure this is a joke but he tries to clarify anyways, “I think you’ve mistaken
me for someone else, I’m just a customer and I just want to buy—”
“I’ve never really thought about it but I guess I could be bought. Did you want me to name a
price right now? I might have to think about it some more,” Donghae answers acquiescingly,
completely deadpan.
“No no no,” Yesung shakes his head so vigorously even his earrings swing along, “I—you
are selling…? But you’re a student like me, you’re too young to be—”
Indignant, Donghae pokes his pen accusingly at the other, “You’re the one who keeps
offering, I didn’t want to disappoint you… Ohh, that reminds me.”
He hops onto the counter and his legs are dangling off the edge and Yesung just gapes
blankly as Donghae calmly starts unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off. The basket hits
the ground with a clunky thump from his limp hands, Yesung swallows dryly as Donghae
jumps off the counter in his black tank top and his bare skin constricts against his collarbone
and exposed, toned arms.
Donghae’s standing directly in front of Yesung, teasingly close, before he sidesteps and tapes
the “closed” sign on the glass door. Yesung lets out a relieved sigh, maybe he should just
ditch these midnight snacks and go back to the dorm. Which reminds him, his turtle needs to
be fed and read a bedtime story and…
A whole strip of bright neon packets of condoms dangle right in front of him by an arm
outstretched from behind and Yesung chokes on his own spit as Donghae walks the rest of
the way around to face him.
“What flavor do you like? Orange, peach, apple, banana? Something more exotic? Pineapple,
mango?” Donghae lists off expertly, “Any allergies?”
“T-that’s okay, I don’t need to buy any,” Yesung replies awkwardly and takes a step
backwards towards the exit, “You’re closed anyways, I’ll just come back tomorrow for these
things. Sorry for all the trouble.”
“Oh, don’t worry. If you have trouble deciding, we’ll try all of them,” Donghae responds
assuredly and grins coyly with his fingers hooked onto Yesung’s belt loops to pull the two of
them closer together, “Let’s put your glasses on and ruffle one side of your hair like when
you wake up from naps during class.”
“You.. remember me from class?” Yesung lets out a surprised gasp, rambling with a burning
blush at the close proximity of forearms snug around his hips, almost skin against skin
through a thin layer of shirt under his jacket, “I always thought you never noticed me…no
one usually does. You’re always sitting towards the back with all your friends or in a practice
room dancing. I was, umm, just passing by when I saw you a few times...”
“You’ve been watching me? I should really return the favor then,” Donghae whispers and
grins, letting go and moving backwards until his lower back is leaned against the counter and
the palm of his hands against the edge on either side.
“It’s getting late, I should really go,” Yesung pipes up meekly, embarrassed by his sudden
confession, and his backpack is hugged to his chest after he fumbles to pick it up from beside
the basket.
“Strip for me,” Donghae commands expectantly, “I’ll watch.”
“W-what?”
Donghae let outs a laugh, staying in place except he licks lips, “Take your shirt off so I can
kiss you.”
“M-me?”
“Yes,” Donghae confirms amusedly, “Yesung, you have the most fuckable voice I’ve ever
heard.”
“You know my name?” Yesung blurts out disbelievingly, backpack slipping back down onto
the ground.
“Ye~sung,” Donghae says the name out in a low, breathy tone and moving forward again,
eyeing predatorily, “So back to this shirt....”
“Wha..t?!” Yesung putters as he tries to move away, his back hitting the shelf and he has
nowhere to go.
“You scared?”
Donghae’s fingers slide underneath Yesung’s shirt and he wraps his arms possessively
around, dragging shirt and jacket off before discarding it slovenly onto the ground. Yesung
immediately feels hotter after the layers are stripped off, but that doesn’t even make any
logical sense.
“Good, that’s a start,” Donghae murmurs approvingly before crushing their lips together and
his hands travel along the jutted curves of Yesung’s shoulder blades and the concaved line
down his spine and naked back.
Yesung lets out a surprised groan and kisses back fervently against soft lips, airy shivers
racing through him as air runs out from his deprived lungs.
“Wait…stop…” Yesung pulls away with little conviction, breathing heavily.
Separated temporarily, Donghae smiles innocently and predatorily places his arms on either
side of Yesung, wrapping his fingers against the shelf behind. He presses his lips on
Yesung’s cheek to his neck and chest, a hot tongue against his throat and Adam’s apple and
continuing further down.
Teasingly licking the left nipple with the tip of his tongue until it’s perfectly flushed and
hardened, Donghae switches over to briefly sucking on the other one before lightly biting on
the small, sensitive nub. A sharp intake – Yesung’s barely cognizant of peering down at
Donghae with his mouth slightly agape and his eyes clouded over, his grip on the other’s
arms tightening for standing support to steady his bucking knees.
With more butterfly kisses down his stomach, Donghae stares brazenly back before
unbuttoning the one button and dragging down the metallic zipper. Jeans and boxer briefs
become a pool by his ankles and Yesung clamps his eyes shut when the other starts nuzzling
his nose salaciously against erogenous spots along his inner thighs, inching dangerously
higher up. Muted, feverish noises become loud and pulsing, Donghae finding more random
surfaces of skin to mark with dark red hickeys and his teeth relentlessly nipping with
territorial possessiveness everywhere.
Suppressing agonized utterances, Yesung’s limbs are hollow and heavy at the same time that
standing still so defenseless and powerless becomes difficult and frustrating and so good all
at the same time. An impending concentration of aching anxiety manifests into a bigger and
bigger void inside of him and he’s so close to just begging to be touched so his cock can stop
throbbing so hard. Donghae knows, he definitely knows this and keeps going about the same
torturously sensuous ministrations over and over again, legs and hips and fleshy stomach
licked and touched and tasted so painstakingly slow.
Frustrated tears begin to form at the corners of his eyes the moment Donghae skims over the
length of his erection with a warm breath before putting Yesung’s fingers in his mouth and
stroking the few digits against soft, spongy inner walls. Yesung can’t function or even
remember his own name, too distracted from the impeding pressure building up past
unbearable inside of him. He doesn’t even realize the lips against his own again or have the
willpower to even kiss back.
Instead, Yesung pleads almost brokenly, followed by a whimper, “Please, I can’t…any
longer. Please, Donghae…”
“Say my name again, louder,” Donghae whispers wantonly and starts massaging his hands
against the other’s butt.
“….Don…ghae, Do…nghae, Donghae,” Yesung streams off loudly without hesitance with
his eyes still clamped shut and his fists are in tight balls at his side.
“Good boy,” Donghae smirks and exclaims satisfactorily as his fingers slide past a
bellybutton and onto a much neglected penis, stroking at a steady pace and making sure to
rub the pads of his fingers against the tiny slit opening as pre-cum starts oozing out.
Using the clouded, thick liquid to slicken up the entire shaft, Donghae speeds up and slips his
tongue into the other’s mouth in swirling, long movements. Yesung’s throaty moans come
out deep and raspy, the metal shelves cold and raw against his skin as he hitches his head
backwards against it. He feels Donghae’s free hand entwined with his own and Yesung’s
fingernails dig in relentlessly, enticing an aroused growl and intensified reaction.
Blanking out and enveloped in frenzied dizziness, Yesung lets out strained huffs of air, “Ohh
that feels s-so goo-good. I’m—I’m—”
“Say my name again like you mean it,” Donghae urges lustfully after nipping away at the
other’s earlobe, “I’ll let you come all over my fingers and I’ll lick it all up.”
Right away Yesung nods feverishly, moaning out as desperately as he feels, “Do..ng…haee.”
“I love the way you say my name,” Donghae murmurs over Yesung’s hitched breaths and
feels the palm of his hand rise and fall quick and uneven against a trembling torso, cum
squirting out intermittently to his guttural grunts and gasps.
Collapsed entirely against the shelves behind him, Yesung tries to calm down his speeding
pulse and recover from all the blood that’s rushed downwards to redistribute back up to his
brain. Then he notices Donghae licking the milky liquid from between his fingers with the tip
of his rosy tongue, his steady glaze dark and hungry and Yesung feels himself getting hard
again already.
Donghae takes off his black top and rolls it into a skinny tube, stretching out the ends so it
more than wraps around Yesung’s wrists before it’s dragged against the skeletal beam
support holding up the top shelf. He watches almost helplessly as Donghae grins devilishly as
he ties the second knot so tight and the fabric is so taunt, it almost hurts.
Donghae starts rubbing himself against Yesung’s thigh while tongue-fucking his mouth and
he can feel a constrained erection, the friction of sliding up and down intensifies as he moves
his leg rhythmically against the rough fabric. With a hitched intake and his forehead resting
against Yesung’s neck, Donghae responds by jerking erratically closer, losing control
because it’s driving his senses excruciatingly crazy like no other high but not anywhere near
to close enough to bring him to release.
Yesung’s thigh is so sinewy and supple – so are his swollen lips and Donghae tugs on them
with his teeth and runs his tongue wildly as the numbing agony increases tenfold, relishing
Yesung’s titillated whimpers and sped-up pace against his hardened cock. Donghae fumbles
quickly with the button and zipper before his jeans are just a pile he steps out of but his
boxers are still on as he digs through pockets, finding what he’s looking for easily.
He’s suddenly hunched down by Yesung’s left foot and encircling it with a plastic zip tie to
the shelf leg, standing up to examine his handiwork as the other stares back shocked, trying to
budge even a little to no avail.
“I was packaging with these ties before you came, how convenient, yes?” Donghae grins and
kisses the other on the cheek, “Now stay here and don’t go anywhere.”
Donghae stands back to observe his handiwork, beaming sadistically with his arms crossed.
Then he turns around, preoccupied with reaching across the counter for something while
Yesung tries to yank his trapped leg against the tie and cringes when the hard plastic digs into
his ankle.
This is definitely an awkward position to be found in, stark naked and bonded to the ramen
shelf right by his basket of food with the thoroughly melted ice cream and his books a messy
pile spilling out of his dropped backpack right there. Yesung feels the horror spreading to his
heated face at the thought of his mom being called from home to come to the police station to
pick him up, how will he explain this one…
“Did you miss me?” Donghae interrupts his thoughts with a sly smile and holds up a tube of
lubricant.
Yesung immediately starts nodding nonstop and, with a hushed voice, saying in all
seriousness, “I thought I heard the patrolling campus officer walk by, he’s our next door
neighbor, I don’t think I can explain…this. He already thinks I’m weird enough.”
“Weird is super sexy,” Donghae mutters in a low tone and they’re kissing ravenously again,
the adrenaline rush of not being able to move and being found out by others meshing together
with the feel of their taste buds slick with wet saliva in a hot, amalgamated mess.
Stroking his way up and down Yesung’s arms still tied up above his head, Donghae whispers,
“Tell me you want me.”
Yesung moans out, “I… want you.”
Their chests sticky and sweaty with each other’s perspiration and Donghae’s hands slip onto
his own slim hips momentarily before sliding those boxers down to the ground. He chokes
out muffled utterances as he squeezes lube between his warm fingers and generously coats
his aching cock and it feels so good as the heat impetuously travels with growing intensity to
one concentrated spot at the pit of his stomach.
“Tell me how much,” Donghae demands torridly between his labored pants and he’s jerking
the both of them off.
“I want you bad, so fucking bad,” Yesung mumbles almost incoherently.
Donghae speeds up to a hasty, rough pace and he whispers with humid breath, “Right here,
right now, right this fucking second?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” Yesung responds hurriedly, eyes darkened and glazed over.
With a deepening and needy kiss, Yesung turns around as much as he can and Donghae runs
the palm of his right hand down one butt cheek, a finger entering into the tight hole and he
feels the circle of muscles contract tentatively to gradually accommodate his invasive
presence. Yesung bites his bottom lip raw and he leans the side of his face against the cold
metal bars he’s attached to as a distraction, still unadjusted to the unfamiliar, strange
sensation.
A second finger is inserted, saturated with much more lube and scissor-like movements
stretch the small space out – Yesung’s fingernails digs into his own skin, deep imprints on the
supple mounds below his thumbs. Showering affectionate butterfly kisses on the other’s
shoulders, Donghae waits for Yesung’s firm nod before carefully and swiftly inserting
himself inside and immediately enveloped in the taunt casing heat from the very tip to the
base of his cock. Just the thought of even the slightest shift sends euphoric shivers through
him and he grips onto Yesung’s waist, pulling out half way and sliding back in again slowly.
“You’re so tight right now,” Donghae grunts with a constrained voice.
Yesung’s still grimacing a little but leans encouragingly closer in, firmly answering, “D-don’t
stop.”
Donghae kisses the other’s cheek gently, “Soon, I promise it’ll be so good.”
Donghae increases his thrusting and constantly shifts to different angles each time, the next
one drawing out a surprised noise and shamelessly lustful moan from Yesung’s clenched
mouth. Smiling victoriously as his face contort with intense waves of pleasure, Donghae hits
the same spot over and over with each roll of his hips as the cloud of dizzying sensations
consume him.
“Yes, right there, right there, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Yesung repeats in a blind rush.
“Tell me more. Tell me you need me right now harder and faster,” Donghae demands
deliriously, his hand pumping up and down the other’s erection relentlessly.
Yesung’s loud moans echo along to the other’s grunts now that Donghae’s slamming into
him so deep against his prostate again and again and again. Fervid undulations of rapturous
pleasure thundering through every single cell in his entire being, smoldering heat consuming
him whole and his knees are weak and shaky as his cum spills out for the second time, now
all over the front of his thighs.
With a moaning cry, Donghae shoots all his cum inside with a few last thrusts and Yesung’s
hanging onto the stretch of fabric tying him up to even stay standing as he’s reeling from
every part of his limbs tingly and airy and wet against Donghae’s skin. He’s turned back
around and they’re kissing softly with bodies flush against each other. Donghae uses his
fingers to trace up Yesung’s arms once again except this time he unties his black tank and
frees those small wrists.
He grabs each hand separately, pinkish-red with rawness, and presses them to his lips to
sooth the angry marks. Yesung smiles reassuringly and earns another kiss in response, they
start redressing until he looks down and realizes something.
“My foot, I’m stuck,” Yesung points out.
“I like you this way,” Donghae says with a shrug, all of his clothes already on and he’s
already starting to walk away, “What else am I going to do when I’m bored tomorrow night?”
“Donghae? Donghae! Come back! Donghae?!” Yesung crouches over his trapped leg and
tugs rather uselessly at it, he’s contemplating trying to chew the plastic wire off but he finds
out very quickly he’s no contortionist.
He hears footsteps and looks up just in time, Donghae kisses him smack on the lips before
smiling sweetly and suddenly he forgets he’s frowning.
“I went to find these,” Donghae shows the scissors before using them to cut through the hard
plastic with one quick snap.
Another kiss, he even forgets he’s only in boxer briefs and t-shirt, he starts holding the store
door open and even waving at the familiar campus security guard passing by. That is until the
crisp air attacks him and the high beam flashlight is on him illuminating the increasingly
awkward situation as Donghae comes from behind with wrapping arms and noisy chortles.
He slams the door with a red face as the security guard walks off shaking his head and runs to
his pants, pulling them on immediately.
“Umm, what should I do with these?” Yesung asks, holding up the strip of fruity condoms
and the tube of lubricant.
“Those were just to tease you. They’ve been sitting there for years, probably lethally fruity
now,” Donghae grins as he pockets the tube and puts the condoms back on the back counter,
“I just wanted to get your attention, you always seem to be avoiding me.”
“You’re always with your friends, I didn’t want to bother—”
“I like you a lot,” Donghae states openly, “For a long time now.”
“Really? I thought that—I mean, I—” Yesung asks a little incredulously and stumbles over
the words he’s trying to say.
“Just shut up,” Donghae says with a laugh, “Really.”
Yesung blinks his eyes close and the other’s lips are pressed lightly against his own, “…Me
too.”
“Good,” Donghae breaks into a playful smile, slipping his hand into the other’s, “Kiss me
again.”

Fin.