Donghae’s skin was so smooth. As Kyuhyun pushed his hands under Donghae’s shirt to pull it off, he wondered if Donghae ever just sat around and ran his hands over his skin.

If Kyuhyun was Donghae, he certainly would.

Nearly every inch of Donghae’s skin was amazingly smooth and Kyuhyun was obsessed with touching it, feeling it under his finger tips. Kissing it, feeling it under his lips.

If he was Donghae, he would probably be conceited. It was incredible that Donghae was only slightly impressed by his own looks because if Kyuhyun were him, he’d probably stop in front of every mirror and just stare.

He wondered if Donghae ever ran his hands through his own hair and wanted to sigh and lick his lips like Kyuhyun did. If he was Donghae, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands out of his hair. It was so silky. The downside to that is that he wouldn’t be able to press his face into his hair and smell whatever hypnotic-scented shampoo it was that Donghae used.

He saw Donghae’s fingers dance over his bare chest and wondered if that soft skin did the same thing to Donghae as it did to him.

Kyuhyun pulled Donghae’s arm around his neck and pressed their lips together. Donghae’s skin had nothing on his lips, especially when they were dampened and red, warm breath lightly puffing from them against Kyuhyun’s mouth as he pulled away. People would probably look at him strangely if he was Donghae because he’d always walk around licking his top lip and chewing on his bottom.

Kyuhyun looked up at Donghae’s half-lidded eyes and wondered if they were that mesmerizing to Donghae when he looked in the mirror. Even when Donghae wasn’t aroused and gazing at Kyuhyun with a sinful shine in his eyes, his eyes were still enticing and still stirred feelings in Kyuhyun’s stomach.

Donghae tilted his head back and Kyuhyun pressed his mouth under his jaw. There was so much he’d take advantage of if he was Donghae. He’d probably be some weird freak – always running his hands over his own body and probably kissing himself in the mirror.

He figured it was a good thing that he was Kyuhyun and not Donghae, but that didn’t keep him from thinking about it.

As he slid his hands around Donghae’s thighs, hands moving to grab his ass, he figured he’d spend a lot of time admiring his ass over his shoulder in the mirror if he were Donghae. He pushed Donghae backwards and decided it was too hot for his own shirt.

Donghae seemed eager to help him pull it off.

Kyuhyun kissed Donghae’s neck and then buried his face there. He felt with hasty fingers to find Donghae’s pants zipper and subconsciously brushed his tongue on Donghae’s neck as he got the pants down, having to sit up to pull them off.

If he was Donghae, he would probably masturbate a lot more than the average man. He’d bend his knees and run his hands along the inside of his thighs, squeezing and massaging the smooth flesh. The only bad thing is that he wouldn’t be able to press hot kisses to the inside of his own thighs, but because he was Kyuhyun and not Donghae, he could.

And he did. He did and he thoroughly enjoyed the anticipation in Donghae’s face, the tension in his long legs.

“Damn it, stop teasing,” Donghae breathed, his sweet voice laced with exasperation.

Kyuhyun rolled his eyes and looked up at Donghae with a smirk. “If you were me, you’d want to take your time and enjoy the view, too,” he stated and helped Donghae to pull his boxers off. A sensation shot down Kyuhyun’s spine at the sight of Donghae and he wet his lips, swallowing to help the sudden dryness in his throat.

Donghae’s hands appeared at his waist, gliding lightly downwards for a moment before Kyuhyun pushed them away.

“It won’t kill you to wait a second,” Kyuhyun said.

Donghae frowned but said nothing else as Kyuhyun’s lips parted over his erection. Kyuhyun found it difficult to look up and see Donghae, but he tried his best. Donghae was absolutely speechless, his arms quivering slightly and his jaw tightening.

Donghae never was very vocal.

Kyuhyun thought it was such a shame, though. If Kyuhyun had that gorgeous voice, he’d never shut up. He’d sing, hum, talk – whatever he could – all the time.

With a bit of annoyance at Donghae’s lack of response, Kyuhyun dipped his head and sucked, tongue pressing against the sensitive flesh. He never actually found enjoyment in sucking cock, but when he did it right, the reactions he got from Donghae could make him come in his pants.

He heard a slight whimper from Donghae’s throat and moved his head faster with fervor. It was uncomfortable for his entire mouth, but worth every second of it.

Donghae’s legs pressed into his sides with tension, his breath coming in quick, quiet gasps. His hands moved to Kyuhyun’s hair and Kyuhyun closed his eyes as fingers tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck.

Kyuhyun was far from masochistic, but he loved when Donghae would gently pull at his hair. It not only meant Donghae was enjoying it, but also sent pleasurable sensations down his back.   

When a soft groan came from Donghae, Kyuhyun felt accomplished enough and pulled away, licking his lips and crawling forwards to press his mouth to Donghae’s.

“Any day now,” Donghae grumbled as Kyuhyun kissed his jaw, probably irritated that Kyuhyun had stopped so soon.

Kyuhyun found it amusing that Donghae had picked up some of Kyuhyun’s irritability. Before they had become close, Donghae had been rather patient.

It was a relief when Kyuhyun finally got his pants off, though it only caused for more impatience on Donghae’s part.

Some lube and a condom and they were set. They had done it enough times now and Donghae insisted that he didn’t need any preparation.

“Someone is in a rush,” Kyuhyun grumbled as he positioned himself and grabbed Donghae’s thighs from underneath.

Donghae gave him a half-hearted look and then averted his eyes to the ceiling.

Kyuhyun never knew where to look. He was always so shocked by how tight Donghae was, but at the same time amazed at how tolerant Donghae was. Except for the first few times they did it, Donghae hardly showed any signs of pain.  

When Kyuhyun was fully inside Donghae, he had the fleeting thought that he was damn glad he was Kyuhyun and not Donghae.

He leaned over and switched his weight to the palms of his hands on either side of Donghae before withdrawing and shoving back in, huffing against Donghae’s collarbone. Kyuhyun hated to admit that he had little stamina, but it didn’t bother him much because Donghae seemed to not give a shit at all as long as Kyuhyun was moving.

Donghae’s fingertips pressed into the muscles on his back as he quickly found the energy to pick up the pace.

With a groan and an encouraging moan from Donghae, Kyuhyun was off. He leaned back and grabbed Donghae’s hips, roughly jerking their bodies together.

Suddenly, Donghae let out an unrestrained, loud moan and Kyuhyun knew not to relent at all. Not that he actually wanted to or anything. At that point, he had become a selfish, self-satisfying ass-hole who could only think about how nice the sounds were and how amazing the heat and pressure around his dick felt.  

Donghae was spouting nonsense about something or other and Kyuhyun grunted a response as if he actually understood what Donghae was saying.

He felt Donghae’s thighs around his waist and then his ankles lock behind his back.

Kyuhyun loved to have Donghae clinging to him, loved having Donghae’s arms and legs wound tightly around him.

With a sudden new vigor, Kyuhyun thrust into Donghae and was proud to hear a partly choked moan escape those lips. It only added fuel to the fire when Donghae’s back arced upwards, his head tilting back.

Kyuhyun realized how noisy they had become and tried to control his own breathing to no avail. He quickened the pace to his own awe, having previously thought he was going as fast as possible. But, no. He was Kyuhyun and if he wanted to pound into Donghae faster, his body obeyed.

 Donghae’s moans had become quicker and more breathy, a sure sign he was close – and Kyuhyun wasn’t too far behind him. Kyuhyun thought it was a shame that they never lasted very long.

As Donghae’s thighs clenched around his waist, his face tensed and his jaw dropped in a silent cry. Kyuhyun briefly wondered if it was the same feeling for Donghae seconds before the other came, blunt nails digging into Kyuhyun’s shoulders.

It took only a few more minutes of frenzied, barely coordinated thrusts before Kyuhyun came, shaking slightly at the blinding pleasure before it faded and he eased himself down to rest on Donghae for a moment.

He inhaled next to Donghae’s hair, breathing in the scent of Donghae’s shampoo and sweat and sex. He figured he should move before Donghae felt coherent enough to complain about Kyuhyun’s weight and rolled over onto his back next to Donghae.

“I’m glad I’m not you,” Kyuhyun breathed, not realized how potentially offending the comment sounded. He turned his head at the same time as Donghae to meet his eyes and see his furrowed eyebrows.

“Ass,” Donghae grumbled. Donghae let it go and, being the cuddler he was, rolled over and snuggled right up next to Kyuhyun's side, an arm winding over Kyuhyun’s stomach and around his waist.

Kyuhyun supposed he’d take the time to explain to Donghae later if it came up, but for the time being reveled in his conclusion that he was happier being Kyuhyun and not Donghae.