EunHyuk/HyukJae
# 2Hyuk {like… yeah… just let me be(?)}
# Cocaine – Robin Thicke
# R | Twincest{albeit imaginary}| Drug Use | Language
# 472 words
# {…i have written weirder(?) technically this is still SM??}
HyukJae sighed heavily against the soft velvet of the couch, slumping against it while watching the people grinding against each other on the dance floor. He had a test the next day, what was he doing? Going out to bars on Wednesdays wouldn’t pull him through medical school.
“I’m back, did you miss me?”
HyukJae eyed his twin with that inevitable wonder of looking at someone who was exactly like the reflection in his mirror, except it wasn’t quite. EunHyuk was indeed completely different; his black hair, his lined eyes, his tight clothing and leather jackets, his huge black motorbike, his ‘fuck off’ aura, his sensual smirk, his taught muscles, his absolute lack of sense of reality and responsibility… all qualities HyukJae pretty much lacked.
“JunSu hooked me up with some of the good stuff” he announced, a hungry smile dancing on his lips as he sat beside HyukJae.
The brunette rolled his eyes. Of course, there had to be some other reason for his brother to drag him there besides ‘I want to hang out’.
“Here” EunHyuk handed him a rolled bill and his own hand, in which a line of white powder was carefully arranged.
HyukJae took the offering and inhaled the drug swiftly, with the certainty of experience. Long gone were the boy whose hands shook when he held the bill and his righteous conscience reminding him it was coke he was putting into his system.
“How do you feel?” he heard his brother’s voice straight in his ear, EunHyuk’s hand circling his waste to pull him closer. It was beyond inappropriate, yet HyukJae had long stopped shaming for his lust.
EunHyuk was an addiction worse than any drug—HyukJae did them just because EunHyuk liked him all worked up and out of it, but his desire for his brother… that was something beyond his willpower.
“I could be a bit better” he whispered, hoarsely, wantonly, licking his lips and parting them. EunHyuk smirked and wrapped one hand around his neck possessively and sliding the tip of his tongue slightly against HyukJae’s awaiting mouth. HyukJae whined. “Do it properly!” he said before moving forward to kiss him desperately.
EunHyuk groaned, immediately responding and pushing HyukJae onto his back, straddling him with hands and legs.
HyukJae knew—even if it was on the back of his mind—, that he didn’t need the drugs to want EunHyuk like he did, to desire him and ache for his touch.
They were an excuse, liberation for their morals, a freeing of their guilt, and…
“Ngh… EunHyukkie” HyukJae mewled, arching up his body, his hyped senses registering EunHyuk’s hands raking his nails down his chest and his teeth marking his neck like fire scorching his skin in the most delicious ways.
Oh, fuck, if didn’t they do everything so damn much fucking better.