He opened the bedroom door just a crack, enough to see what was happening in the living room. Snippets of Donghae’s body against his own flared in his reverie. Lust-filled brown eyes stared right back at him as they frantically catapulted over the edge each and every single time. After many years together, he knew what words to say, where to kiss and to touch. He knew more about Donghae than any other man did. Until Hyukjae.

This started out as a Kyuhae fanfic which is still unfinished some odd years later. I'm hoping by changing the characters and fiddling some storylines I will have the ingenuity to finish it.