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How to Clean a Mochi-HenHae

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Henry let out a deep sigh as he entered the shower, positioning himself under the hot water falling from the shower's head.

He looked around a bit, enjoying the dimness of the light caused by the curtain hanging to the pole. He usually didn't like to shower, so he was often hurrying to finish washing his hair and slim body and so didn't take the time to gaze around the showering place.

However, today was different. Even if his hyungs had yet again forced him into the bathroom, Henry was enjoying the feeling of water trickling down his porcelain skin, down his dancer's limbs. He liked the rainbow that the different colors of all the other members' bottles of shampoo, conditioner and soap were creating. And he especially liked the way he could imagine or invent some shapes, designs and even precise pictures in the small squares of ceramic on the walls. He never had taken a shower as great at this one before.

In fact, it was making him feel so happy that he started to sing a well-known song by SHINee. "Noona neomu yeoppo~ Michyeo~"

The violinist giggled at his own self, then reaching out for his own bottle of shampoo − Heechul would get so pissed off if he learned someone borrowed his own without asking − until a knock on the door was heard.

The hamster froze, wondering what to do. Had he already taken to much time in the shower? He could lose track of time so easily sometimes…

Usually, if he was at his own house, in Canada, and that his little sister was bugging him, he would just send her off with a loud "I'm not done, Whitney!", but here… He didn't even know who was standing behind the door to start with.

"Y-Yes?" he nervously asked, waiting for an answer as he bit on his bottom lip.

"Can I come in?" a soft voice that he immediately recognized asked.

"The violinist slightly relaxed when he heard the well-known voice of his boyfriend. "Uhm… Sure?" he unsurely replied.

A soft click resonated in the room as the older man opened and closed the door behind him, also doing something that Henry obviously had forgotten to do: lock it.

"Hae..?" asked the youngest, wondering what said person was doing.

"Yes, baby~?" mused the fishy.

Henry was now really curious about his hyung's intentions, for his voice was filled with a feeling he couldn't recognize.

Some shuffling sounds could be heard from the other side of the curtain, making the young canadian's eyebrows meet in a knot in the middle of his forehead. "What in Hell are you doing..?" whispered the violinist, more to himself than to the other man in the room.

Then, suddenly and without any warning, the curtain of the shower peered open, this resulting by a loud yelp produced by the younger man who also stepped back. Miraculously, he found a way to gain his balance back in time so he wouldn't crash on the cold surface of the bath.

"Oh my! Be careful, babe!" exclaimed Donghae, warning his dongsaeng a bit too late.

The youngest blushed exponentially, every pore of his exposed skin tinted of a nice red color. His breath was short from the scare he had, so his smooth chest was quickly rising and dropping as he stared at his boyfriend, unable to say a single word.

"Mind if I join?" asked the eldest in a sing-song voice, a mischievous grin tugging the corners of his lips up.

"I-I-I…" tried to say the violinist, suddenly embarrassed by the situation. But when he saw how much of an epic failure he was being, he only shook his head to show he didn't mind.

"You were taking so long in here," began the fishy as he pulled the curtain open further. "I started to think that you weren't only showering, mochi," he said, carefully stepping into the bath in order not to repeat Henry's error from moments ago. Once Donghae's well-toned body was completely in the shower, inches away from under the hot water, he extended his hand, grabbing the plastic-like fabric of the curtain to pull it close.

Meanwhile, the younger man, following his teenager's instincts, could only stare at the older male's naked back, watching his muscles flex as he moved. His lover was really handsome and this was only an addition to his wonderful personality. "So you wanted to come check on me, eh?" wondered the hamster, his gaze rising to the back of his hyung's head, which quickly was replaced by a pair of deep orbs when he turned around.

"Of course!" grinned the older man, stepping under the running water. "And you need someone to wash your back!" naturally explained the Korean, water wetting his hair, then trickling down his body.

A smile lit up Henry's face at his boyfriend's comment. He took a step forward to join the eldest under the hot stream of water, lazily placing his hands on the other's hips. "I didn't even start washing. I was going to take the shampoo when you crept in here," murmured the hamster as he pursed his pink, wet lips, obviously asking for a kiss.

Donghae obliged, leaning in so their mouths would meet in a gentle, innocent kiss, which, in itself, wasn't meant to go any further. Because Henry didn't think it could go any further in a shower and that somehow, Donghae knew what his young lover was thinking.

So, seconds later, the older man broke the reunion of their lips, ever so sweetly.

Both men were smiling contently by now, satisfied by the love they had shared in that simple gesture. But within seconds, the fishy's lips curved more, his signature grin replacing the sweet smile that was there before. "What about we wash your hair, stinky Henry?" asked the eldest on a teasing tone.

"Hey!" frowned the mochi. "I don't stink…" he mumbled, pathetically defending himself.

"Oh really? I could smell you from the living room!" chuckled Donghae, rising a hand to pinch his dongsaeng's puffy cheek.

"Liiiiiiiie!" whined Henry as he lifted his own hand to push his lover's away, this kind of pressure on his skin not really pleasant.

"When did you last take a shower, huh?" asked the older man, continuing his teasing on the poor boy that was previously enjoying a peaceful shower.

"Err... Not yesterday… The morning of the day before yesterday, maybe? he honestly answered, believing it wasn't that bad at all.

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" made the eldest, lightly poking his young boyfriend in the ribs. "You need to wash yourself every day, Henry! Especially with you teenager hormones making funny things to you," nicely scolded the fishy, adding a great scoop of humor in his sentences so the violinist wouldn't take it the wrong way − rebellious youths don't like to be disciplined.

A teenager when 21 years old? Henry frowned, not really understanding how Donghae was thinking. "I'm not a teen anymore…" simply answered the younger male, looking at his lover with questioning eyes, as if unsure of his own statement.

"Well…" started the older man, taking a step forward to close the distance between the violin boy and himself, gluing their wet bodies together, not conscious about what body parts were rubbing on which. "You are younger than me and still act like a stubborn teen sometimes!" said the fishy, a small laugh passing his lips.

However, the mochi didn't react to that, because all pressed against him like this, he was only way too aware of his hyung's well-toned thighs pressed against his and against—

But suddenly, the comforting heat of the older man's body stopped to surround him as said man pulled away and bent down to take a bottle of shampoo. "This is yours, right?" he asked, his signature grin lighting his features.

Slightly destabilized, the hamster blinked once, then twice before he spoke up. "Uhm, yes…"

So, after he received the positive answer he was waiting for, the eldest clicked open the cap of the bottle and poured a small quantity of heavenly smelling liquid in the palm of his hand. "Come here, I'll wash your hair," said Donghae, offering a genuine smile to his lover.

"Hae, I could have managed to wash my own hair, you know?" wondered the violinist, and eyebrow arched at his question.

"Why don't you have maple scented shampoo, Ry?" cheerfully asked the dancer, gesturing towards the bottle of cleaning liquid that he had placed back where it belonged.

And Henry didn't argue back, because he knows that when his lover calls such a sudden change of subject, it's just to make him shut up nicely. So it's with a small and playful roll of his eyes that he stepped closer to his hyung so he could get his head scrubbed clean. "Why maple?" simply asked the younger male.

"Because you're Canadian! And Canada produces a lot of maple syrup, right?" chirped the fishy, gently placing his hands on the violin prodigy's hair, smearing the liquid around.

To the older man's words, a bright smile lit up the hamster's face, because he was greatly amused by his boyfriend's way of thinking. "So should you have some kimchi scented shampoo, Hae?" giggled the mochi, playing along with Donghae.

"Noooo..! Because maple is a cute scent! It suits you. But kimchi…" trailed off the eldest, making a face which only pulled another giggle from Henry.

In a sort of punishment for his laughter, the older dancer slowly started to massage the youth's scalp, making the shampoo turn into foam.

And Henry probably wouldn't admit it out loud, but nobody can read his thoughts, so he's safe if he thinks it; having someone else's fingers playing with your hair feels great. In fact, it feels even better when your boyfriend does it.

The young violin prodigy simply closed his eyes and savored the sweet and gentle ministrations that Donghae was giving to his head.

Soon enough, though, the Korean moved his hands away, rinsed them from all the foam under the hot water and muttered a soft "Walk back under the water… And don't forget to tilt your head backwards so you don't get any shampoo in your eyes, love."

The Canadian simply did as he was told, getting under the hot stream of water with his eyes still closed, just more tightly.

However, someone somewhere in this world must hate him so much − only 13 fans, perhaps? −  that they cursed him with a curse that will make him clumsy forever, because even with all the precautions he took, he still managed to get a drop or two of shampoo in his left eye. And the poor mochi was only left with these English words in mind: "Ouchhh! This shit freaking hurts!"

Maybe the fishy wasn't that great in English, but he wasn't dumb and understood what Henry's frustrated hiss and his hand pressed against his now only closed eye meant. "Aish, babe!" exclaimed the dancer, unable to contain an adorable amused smile from creeping onto his well-shaped face.

"Owwwww…" whined  the puffy cheeked boy, trying to flutter his red, irritated eye open, but immediately closing it again when he saw how worse it made the burn.

"Yah, wait!" said Donghae, interrupting his young lover's second attempt at trying to make it better. "Just… Henry, stop moving already!"

The younger male froze on the spot at his hyung's words, grimacing and waiting for his next sentence to react any further.

"There," soothingly said the eldest, gently pushing his fingers onto the violinist's forehead to make him tilt his head back until his neck curved enough for his face to be directly under the falling water. "Now just open your eyes and let it wash off, mochi…" sighed the Korean, then gently trailing his index on the hamster's cheek, letting his hand drop to his side afterwards.

The Canadian once again did as he was told, but only because he knew that his favorite dancer was right. He had a mind of his own after all.

He blinked under the water rushing down his face, the clear liquid successfully calming the sting of the evil shampoo.

"Better?" wondered the older male when Henry uncurled his neck, looking at the man in front of him.

"Yeah, thanks…" he murmured under his breath, slightly ashamed of the past event. He always felt so clumsy in his lover's presence, but today was just failtastic.

"Come on, don't thank me, Ry," whispered the fishy , then placing a small kiss on his dongsaeng's eyebrow, just to make sure the smallest bit of pain would leave soon enough.

A small blush tinted the younger boy's cheeks when he felt a pair of soft lips on his face, but that pulled away a moment after.

This perfect mouth then moved into a grin, the owner's eyes twinkling with the same expression. And there it went: another quick change of subject brought up so randomly, so Donghae-likely.

"Which one's your soap?" asked the fishy, pointing a multitude of bottles disposed in a corner of the shower.  

"The white bottle with the vanilla flowers," answered the mochi, lazily rising his arm to point at said object.

"So that's what you always smell like…" trailed off Donghae, quickly adding a witty "When you wash, that is." as he leaned down to take the soap in his hands.

And maybe Henry's eyes stuck to his butt, just maybe.

However, the violinist quickly forced himself to look elsewhere when his lover stood back straight up, clicking open the bottle of vanilla-scented soap.

That's when Henry noticed something was wrong: he had forgotten to grab a cloth so he could wash himself. Normally, it wouldn't have been a problem; he could have washed himself with his own hands. But being rubbed clean by the older man's own bare ones was a bit riskier, not to say a pure suicide.

"H-Huh… Hae?" wondered the hamster, eyes slightly wider than usual as he watched his hyung pour some soap in his hand, then making the substance foam thanks to his second one.

"Hmm?" simply made the eldest, slowly looking up from the bubbles on his digits to his dongsaeng's puff face, a gentle smile stretching his lips.

"You're really going to wash me like this," let out the younger man, not as a question, but as a statement.

"Of course! Fingers can reach everywhere~" chuckled the dancer, almost innocently. In fact, it was hard to tell if he was thinking of anything perverted when saying that. Maybe Henry was really oblivious not to notice. Or maybe Donghae was a really great actor. Or maybe a mixture of both hypothesis.

Either way, it didn't matter, because the fishy was now closing the distance between them, only letting the youngest a chance to gulp as he delicately placed his hands on a smooth chest.

The violinist tried really hard to stifle the shiver that ran down his spine when the soap-covered digits started to massage his skin, to clean off anything that wasn't skin, but he failed.

Luckily, the older man didn't seem to notice the miniscule tremor that shook the hamster, simply continuing his task that was washing the youth's body.

He moved to the arms, ever so gently washing the mochi's limbs until he reached the very tip of his fingers.

And as the fishy was executing those peaceful touches, his dongsaeng entered a sort of trance, his mind far gone, but his body still fully aware of everything happening around him.

Then, surely, confidently, Donghae lowered his hands to his boyfriend's hips, pressing and rubbing on them just like he had done to the other parts of Henry's body. Only that this time, the action brought their lower regions closer, so close that the youngest felt a wave of heat engulf his whole soul.

"Donghae, no… Please, stop," breathily said the hamster.

"Why, mochi?" asked the fishy, his tone finally revealing his true intentions, which didn't seem innocent at all, now.

"Hae!" whined the younger man, trying to warn his boyfriend of the imminent danger, that this felt too good to be stopped without any consequence.

But the called man didn't seem willing to stop as his hands moved to Henry's week spot: his thighs. He gently slid his fingers on the wet skin, a smug smile making its way onto his features.

He let his fingers trail up and down the sensitive limbs, sometimes pressing them more strongly, giving his mochi a small massage.

It didn't take much longer before Henry let out a pant and his thighs started to tremble lightly, but enough for the dancer to notice. "You always get like this so easily, baby..." murmured the korean, swiftly dropping to his knees.

"What in Hell was I thinking when I thought that nothing like this would happen?" wondered the violin boy, raising his eyes to the ceiling instead of looking down at his lover.

"Obviously nothing pervy," whispered the eldest, deliberately making his breath ghost over the flesh now so close to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on the younger man's thigh, expecting a gasp or at least a reaction, but when he looked up at the violinist, he was surprised to see that his gaze wasn't on him. "Henry?" he asked, trying to catch said man's attention.

"What--" proceeded to ask the hamster, only to have his breath taken away when he planted his eyes into Donghae's dark one. Because of that, his words sounded slightly harsh, but he was sure the kneeling man would understand.

"I like it when you look at me~" breathed out the fishy his hand sliding around the roundness of his boyfriend's leg to lay flat on his curvy butt. He squeezed a little, enjoying the feeling of the plump skin filling the palm of his hand.

This time, the standing boy's reaction was instantaneous; his eyes opened more in surprise and his lips parted to let out a tiny moan. He then clasped a hand over his mouth, ashamed that he had let out a sound so early in the intercourse.

The eldest smirked as he stood back up, reaching around to press his other hand on the other cheek of Henry's butt. With his two palms, he pulled the mochi's hips forward, grinding them into his.

The violinist decided to give in, his eyes fluttering close and his teeth sinking in his bottom lip. However, he quickly released his bite on his lip when he felt Donghae's ones pressing on them.

The older man continued to grind their groins together, a pleased smirk illuminating his features as he felt his dongsaeng's soft member gradually harden.

Somewhat surprised by his erection, the violin boy opened his eyes, his gaze obviously meeting with Donghae's sexy expression, making a moan pass his plump, parted lips. "Can't we wait and go in the bedroom? I like the bed…" gasped out the mochi, failing at puckering his lips properly to pull out a pout.

"But I always wanted to take you against a wall," grinned the eldest, content when he saw a deep blush covering the other boy's wet cheeks.

"Then you're lucky I'm flexible," tentatively said the hamster, failing at being sexy and mostly ending up overly cute with his red, puffy cheeks.

The older dancer rolled his hips against his boyfriend's, holding a groan back just to be able to hear the other's sounds better, simply to make him more embarrassed, since he would think he's the only turned on one (which wasn't the truth at all, considering that Donghae was already as hard as Henry, if not more).

Very aroused by this friction on his now blood-filled manhood, Henry wrapped his arms around the eldest's neck, pulling him into an even more intimate embrace, their chests pressed against each other, their legs tangled a bit, but not enough to cause their fall.

"You warmed up to the idea pretty fast, mochi," somewhat breathlessly purred the fishy into the canadian's ear, offering its shell a tiny but precise lick which sent a shiver down the youngest's spine, every sensation accentuated by the water dripping off his body.

"Ngh…" was the only coherent thing that came out of the puffy-cheeked boy's mouth as he cupped his lover's face, then capturing his lips in a more than eager kiss. Tongues didn't wait long to join the game, adding some passion into the already quite passionate dance of their lips.

The older man's lips eventually left the violin boy's, but only to latch them onto the smooth skin of his neck.

Henry let out a shaky breath, closely followed by a begging buck of his thin hips, desperately seeking for any relieving friction.

But, twisting him and pushing his hips towards the cold ceramic wall, Donghae obviously didn't let his dongsaeng get what he desired.

The hamster, for himself, hadn't particularly enjoyed the brutal change of temperature on his back and sensitive butt, hissing his hyung's name as he looked at him with pleading eyes. "Haeeeee…"

"Shh… Let me take care of you," whispered the older dancer, trailing his fingers down the violinist's torso and stomach, grinning when he noticed the goose bumps here and there on every parcel of skin.

Henry swallowed thickly when he felt his hyung's fingers touch ever so slightly his hard member, a delicious torture.

Donghae's gaze was intense on him and the hamster could only close his eyes to block the embarrassment that stare was causing him. However, it was no use: he could feel the fishy's eyes caressing his burning skin.

"Hyung!" moaned the youngest, smacking his head soundly on the wall when five digits wrapped around his length, giving it a slow, almost lazy stroke. The violin prodigy almost whined at the pain nagging at the back of his skull, but didn't, the pleasure brought by the korean's hand making him forget quickly.

"You don't call me hyung very often, Henry-ah," stated the older dancer matter-of-factly. Because yes, the puffy cheeked boy had stopped using honorifics a long time ago, only pronouncing them during shows or intimate moments, when it unconsciously slipped past his lips. "I like it when you do, though~" he whispered, leaning in to make his breath play on the boy's ear.

The Canadian struggled to keep breathing correctly as his lover's digits worked up and down his shaft at a steady rhythm, and also, his voice was a real turn on.

Donghae gave his dongsaeng's manhood some more strokes, enjoying every little sound that he made, wether it was a breathless pant or a pleasure-filled moan.

The older man then paused his movements, grinning as he watched Henry whimper for more, for him to continue. "H-Hae..?" asked the youngest, out of breath.

"Just wondering if I should make you come like this," murmured the fishy, pretending to be lost deeply in his thoughts when he had in fact already made his choice.

However, the violinist didn't seem really happy with this situation, for he groaned in annoyance and want. He planted his lustful eyes into his hyung's panting out his words. "I wasn't even that close!"

"Really?" smirked the older dancer, passing his thumb lightly over the head of the hamster's erection, smearing the precome that had leaked from the slit, which made the member twitch under the light touch.

The violin boy had a way more expressive reaction, though; his eyes shot closed, but his lips parted to let out a full moan, his hips also bucking upwards just to get more friction.

"That's what I thought," simply said Donghae with a short laugh, ignoring the glare his dongsaeng was throwing at him.

Well, he didn't completely ignore it. In fact, his mind simply interpreted the expression as the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. The fake anger present in the mochi's lust glazed pupils in addition to his plump, parted lips and his pink cheeks simply was a highly erotic sight. And the older dancer believed it would have been to anyone. So he considered himself lucky to be the unique person able to see this wonder.

"Donghae hy-hyung…" panted the Canadian, his voice low and rough.

It's only then that said man noticed that he had subconsciously continued to roll his thumb on the youngest's tip, accidentally bringing him some steps away from his limit. "Oh… Oh, oops," pronounced the fishy, a quick sorry smile flashing across his features.

The hamster would have found that spacing out of his cute at any other time, but the fire burning in the pit of his stomach didn't put him in a humorous mood. At all. He needed it to cool down soon, or else he felt like it would consume his whole self, leaving him to be a small pile of horny ashes.

To kill that dangerous fire, the younger male needed his lover to do something for him, to him. But it definitely wasn't pulling his warm hand away from the violin boy's begging erection.

Henry tried to let Donghae know that by protesting verbally, but the surprisingly high level of arousal he had reached made him unable to form a coherent sentence. The only thing that came out of his mouth was an unpleased groan, closely followed by murmured jibberish.

Such a desperate violinist normally would have made a laugh or two erupt from the eldest's lips, but right now was different, for he was the only one able to help the moaning, hot mess he had created. His boyfriend was begging to be taken care off and his hyung was the only man around who could provide him was he desired. And oh, thinking about the fact that his mochi would be hopeless without him made his body heat up even more. "Calm down, Henry~ Hyung will make you feel really great soon~" promised the Korean in a slightly teasing tone.

The young violin prodigy simply nodded, but when the other man glued his wet body to his own, he wrapped his arms around his neck, almost attacking the older man's lips. The mochi attempted to invade the fishy's mouth with his tongue after not even three seconds of skin contact, but there was so way he could ever complain to that.

Tongues moved with each other swiftly, one teasing the other, then the other teasing the first. It was an infernal dance none of the two men would ever grow tired of. But sadly, they eventually had to break apart, since every human being needs oxygen.

Turning slightly impatient, Donghae slipped an arm between their chests and between the younger man's arms, folding three digits to show him his pointer and middle fingers. "Sorry, I don't have any lube here, baby," he sheepishly said, stating the obvious.

But Henry simply took the digits in his humid cavern, licking and sucking on them like a little kid would on a Popsicle or a lollipop. Or maybe like a hamster giving a blowjob to a fish would be a more accurate comparison…

Either way, sooner or later, the violinist let go of his lover's fingers with a wet pop, glad to get rid of the awkward position their arms were in when the dancer slipped his behind the other's back.

Carefully, keeping his hand with two saliva lubricated digits off of any surface for now, he placed the other on a cheek of the puffy cheeked boy's ass, pulling him inches away from the wall for a better access. Once that done, he lightly squeezed it, separating it from its twin.

Now so close to his goal, Donghae's breath hitched when he pressed the tip of his middle finger against his boyfriend's entrance, massaging his way through the ring of muscles slowly, giving some time to its owner to adjust to the intrusion.

The violin boy welcomed this pause with opened arms, wriggling his butt to force his muscles to stretch and loosen more quickly, so the incomfort would leave him in peace to feel the pleasure instead.

Henry's wish didn't become true so soon, though, for the eldest pushed his digit further in, slowly twisting it around in an attempt to make it better. The younger boy let out a measured breath, then filling his lungs with air again, repeating the same thing several times, hoping he didn't sound too pained. "More," he demanded, his voice coming out muffled for he was pressing his mouth on the other's collar bone.

The Korean obliged, adding a second finger before he felt the puffy cheeked boy pushing down on them already. First fearing that his dongsaeng was only doing this because he was impatient, he started to stretch his hole slowly, gently, in order not to hurt him.

However, the older male ended up realizing that the hamster was ready to take some more pretty quickly, thanks to his shivers every now and then and his occasional moans against his soft skin.

So Donghae started to thrust his fingers in and out of the violin boy, whose moans and breaths became more frequent and loud. He moved his fingers around, looking for that little bundle of nerves that would make the mochi go insane with pleasure.

Suddenly, as the fishy pressed his fingertips on Henry's walls, the latter tugged on his boyfriend's hair, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on his lips. The other understood and kissed him fervently, allowing him to drown his cry in his mouth.

They were used to have to keep quiet and their mouths made a good gag when it came to that. A soft one made of skin, that is.

Satisfied with his new discovery, the eldest teased the spot just a bit more, which sent waves of pleasure through the violinist's slim body. He then swiftly pulled his digits out, breaking the kiss at the same time.

The hamster then moved his leg, wrapping it around the dancer's waist with his help, repeating the same steps for the second limb. The puffy cheeked boy must have seemed really impatient, but he just wanted to be filled again, because he felt so unbearably empty at that moment.

The Korean himself found it hard to wait another second, so he didn't, pushing his length into the tightness of the other's ass. He pushed further and further until he was completely buried inside, the walls of skin twitching around him. "Baby, you're so…" he trailed off, losing his train of thoughts when the man he was taking let out the most debauched sound he had ever heard just next to his ear.

Slightly going crazy because of that moan, Donghae let out a groan as he pushed Henry back against the wall, holding his hips solidly as he pulled out of him a bit, just to thrust back in shallowly.

The dancer repeated the same movement of his expert pelvic, gradually forgetting about himself as he focused on pleasuring the thin man in his arms as well as the ecstasy coursing through his veins.

Neither of the two Asian men cared about the water still flowing behind them anymore. Not even about the fact that their band mates wouldn't have any hot water left for their future showers.

No, right now was their moment and no one else's.

The young violin prodigy coming onto both their chests as he reached completion thanks to his lover restlessly pounding on his sweet spot was Donghae's memory.

As well as him unloading his seeds into Henry after he gave some more thrusts was the Canadian's very own.

The youngest slumped down in his boyfriend's arms, panting out the name that constantly occupied his thoughts. "D-Donghae..."

Said man did his best to keep his slightly trembling limbs wrapped securely around the body of the man he loved with all his heart. "Sh-Should we wash ourselves again, mochi..?" wondered the older man, placing a soft kiss on the puffy cheeked boy's forehead.

The hamster nodded slowly, his mind still fogged by the afterglow of his orgasm.

Pulling out of his lover swiftly, helping him to stand on his wobbly legs, the older dancer kissed his lips, and then whispered a soft "Fine..."

The violin boy smiled, happiness shining in his eyes. "But this time, I'm washing myself."
OKAY, WELL. This is for LÉAHHHHHHHHHHHH. :iconshiroxei: :heart: I promised her this oneshot so so so so so long ago... and I just finished it. OTL It took me more than one month to write this! Can you believe it? I cannot. OTL
BUT OH WELL. I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THISSSS.

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Title: How to Clean a Mochi.
Pairing: HenHae. (Donghae/Henry of Super Junior-M.)
Words count: 5,394 words. Words 2003 must be shitting me. OTL
A/N: SOOO SOOOO SOOOOOO SOOOOOOO very long. OTL 18 handwritten pages... Oh well... I'm a sucker for details. ^^; Also, this is my first full smut. o-o Kinda scared of how it turned out... But yeah. 8D Have fun reading this way too long fanfiction, lmao. xD
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babygreenlizard's avatar
Holy shit! Now, that was hot!