title: they'd tell it all
pairing(s): Donghae/Hyukjae, implied Hyukjae/Junsu + Yunho/Donghae + Hyukjae/Junsu/Donghae
rating: R
word count: strangely, exactly as much as the first part's; 472. IT'S A SIGN. 8D
a/n: you know If Walls Could Talk, halcyon_morn's awesome fic you just read? yeah, lame sequel-like thingy here.



At the sound of the front door closing, Hyukjae stands from the bed, pushing a careful hand through Junsu's sweaty locks to make sure he's well and truly asleep. Junsu nuzzles into the touch with a soft murmur, an unconscious little sigh on his lips.

Hyukjae smiles, leaning down to rummage among the bundle of clothes littering the floor. After a brief struggle, he manages to untangle Junsu's jeans from the pile. He tugs them on carelessly, not even bothering to button up. He's sure Junsu won't mind. After all, what he doesn't know, he cannot complain about.

When Hyukjae pushes the door open, Donghae is lounging on his bed, naked as the day he was born. His eyes are heavy with what Hyukjae recognizes as the satisfaction of the well-fucked, his hair and the bedsheets a mess Hyukjae wouldn't mind messing up further.

Donghae runs his gaze over Hyukjae's body, smirking slowly as his eyes come to a stop on his undone zipper. Hyukjae smiles back, one eyebrow cocked teasingly.

"Come here." Donghae's voice is husky, low; it sends a delicious shiver down Hyukjae's spine. He walks over and sits on the bed (the one in which Yunho just fucked his Donghae--Hyukjae wishes the thought disturbed him a tad bit more than it apparently does). Donghae, still not bothering to get up, takes his hand, intertwining their fingers on his bare hip. "Did you have fun?"

Hyukjae nods, too busy admiring the hot, slightly damp texture of Donghae's skin where his knuckles rest to say more. Donghae's smirk widens, his gaze a wicked, shining thing. "You sounded so fucking hot."

"So did you," Hyukjae murmurs, climbing on the bed fully, throwing a leg over Donghae's body. Donghae hisses, his grip tightening on Hyukjae's fingers as Hyukjae straddles his hips, the rough, cool texture of denim brushing against his oversensitized skin. Noting his reaction, Hyukjae wriggles his ass experimentally, delighting in Donghae's answering gasp and the way he arches his back off the bed, baring his throat, completely unselfconscious.

"Junsu's still in my room, you know," Hyukjae tells him conversationally, wrapping a light hand around Donghae's rapidly hardening cock.

"Jesus, you kill me," Donghae chokes out, thrusting into Hyukjae's too-soft touch like a starving man.

Hyukjae smirks, leaning in to bite at Donghae's chin lightly, the tip of his tongue soothing the sting. "You'll have to be more quiet than that. He's sleeping. It would be a shame if we woke him."

"Now would it really?" Donghae ponders, grasping at Hyukjae's hips with both hands to still him.

They share an amused glance.

"I love your mind," Hyukjae whispers, kissing Donghae on the cheek lovingly. "I'll be just a moment," he adds, pushing up from the bed, almost managing to fall over the edge in his haste. "Oh, and Hae?"

"Yeah?"

"Open a window while I'm gone? Frankly, this place reeks."