Falling off the Turnip Truck [5/5]

[kellsung]

Jongwoon simply brings their lips back together, nipping roughly at Ryeowook’s, making sure he’ll remember tonight when he wakes up in the morning, lips swollen and nearly breaking skin with the force of his kisses, taking everything Ryeowook has to give him, relishing in his taste. He’s breathless when they break apart, spit nearly dripping off his chin, kissing his way to Ryeowook’s ear, worrying it with his teeth and pressing his body hard against the other man’s.

“You love it,” He whispers heatedly, tongue roaming lazily over the shell and blowing, grinning as Ryeowook lets out breathy pants at his actions, arms curling over his back and clutching at his shirt like a life line, fingers curling into it and bringing Jongwoon as close as he can, already craving his touch again. “Don’t try to deny it, Ryeowook, I can see it in your face.”

“You want this, you want to stay, you want to believe in everything I’m telling you,” Jongwoon says softly, breath still ghosting over Ryeowook’s ear, hand pressing back against his erection, barely ghosting over the zipper. “Want me to fuck you into these cushions, to make love to you and wake up in my arms in the morning, to not leave.”

“You know why I know that, Ryeowook? It’s because I want it too,” He punctuates his last words with a hard bite to Ryeowook’s ear lobe, letting his teeth drag as he pulls back, looking into Ryeowook’s glazed eyes and smirking, catching his lips in another sloppy kiss, feeling the hands on his back press harder, even as Ryeowook doesn’t say a word. “So tell me I’m right, Ryeowook. Tell me exactly what it is that you want.”

In response, Ryeowook reaches down, fingers starting to fumble with a belt buckle, hand slipping in Jongwoon's pants when it comes undone. Their eye contact is unbroken as a heel of his hand presses against Jongwoon's cock and Ryeowook can see Jongwoon's eyes clouding over with want, irises getting darker and darker until they're no longer brown but pitch black instead.

"I want to make you feel good," Ryeowook finally says, the significance of the last word emphasized by the way he drags his nails along Jongwoon's cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. The moan that escapes through Jongwoon's slightly parted lips is enough of an encouragement for Ryeowook to keep going. "I want you to be so far gone you'd lose every last bit of control so that you can do all sorts of things to me, so that you can fuck me over and over until I don't even have enough strength to keep myself open for you."

"I need you to use me so hard I'd remember every single second of it, Jongwoon, every single second until the last day of my life." Which would be tomorrow, he thinks bitterly, hand in Jongwoon's pants pressing harder so that Jongwoon's moans can drag him back to reality, the reality in which they are still together, even if it's just for one night.

It's when Jongwoon's hand finds its way back to the front of Ryeowook's pants that the latter moans too, a soft, helpless sound getting out almost unnoticed, but then Jongwoon leans in to slip his tongue past Ryeowook's kiss swollen lips and he can't help but whimper as he kisses him hard and deep, hand against his crotch teasing him by pressing way too lightly.

"Touch me," Ryeowook demands against Jongwoon's lips, relishing the way Jongwoon bucks into his hand. "Touch me more, touch me for real."

He can only manage a gasp when determined hands tug at the waistband of his pants, dragging them half down his legs together with the boxers. Cool fingers curl around his cock and he nearly cries in pleasure as Jongwoon starts pumping him, slow, lazy strokes almost literally driving him insane. He keeps his own hand in Jongwoon's pants, rubbing it against the bulge there, harder and harder with every passing second, and soon they're rocking up and down in unison, rolling their hips into each other's hands, heavy pants reverberating in the dead silence of the room.

Jongwoon’s hands are like fire on him, and Ryeowook wonders dimly how he could have put forth any resistance at all, Jongwoon’s hands and Jongwoon’s eyes and Jongwoon’s touch quickly burning through any doubts he may have left, making his eyes flutter shut and it takes all his concentration to remember his hand on Jongwoon as well, pressing back into restless hips, and relishing in the groans he pulls from those full lips, reverberating against his own.

It’s no small satisfaction that he gets from knowing that it’s him that’s bringing these noises from Jongwoon, not some easy one night stand that Jongwoon may have picked up from the bar, but him. It’s him who Jongwoon’s kissing, touching, about to make love to, and it’s a thought that makes him stop in his tracks, unable to do anything but keen into Jongwoon’s parted lips as his hips move faster and faster, until all he sees is white.

It’s almost embarrassing how fast he comes, and he’s sure only jeers await him when he sags against Jongwoon, burying his face in the other’s neck, but there’s nothing but dark, glinting eyes when Jongwoon nudges his head back up again, meeting his lips in a short and sweet kiss, mischievous glint having not left his eyes.

He thinks he may really faint when Jongwoon brings his hand to his mouth though, tongue flicking out to languidly clean his palm of Ryeowook’s come, and the sight is still burned into Ryeowook’s mind, no less arousing than before, and he has to bite his lips to hold back a moan, hand pressing down hard against Jongwoon’s still very much hard cock.

“Well, Ryeowook?” Jongwoon murmurs huskily, smirk pulling at his lips and words sending a shiver down the other man’s spine, thriving in the taste of Ryeowook on his tongue, the sight of Ryeowook coming undone before him yet again. “Aren’t you going to return the favor?”

Ryeowook looks up at Jongwoon with eyes that are glazed over and almost absent, busy basking in the absolute pleasure, the state only Jongwoon can get him into, and he seems too far gone to comprehend what Jongwoon's driving at. Jongwoon only smirks, hands grabbing Ryeowook's arms and pulling until they're both sitting on the couch. He parts his legs, the outline of his  erection clearly visible despite the thick fabric od his pants, and presses Ryeowook's hand against his crotch.

“Look how hard I am for you, Ryeowook,” he breathes, rubbing Ryeowook's hand up and down his cock. “I hope you realize that you have to finish what you've started.”

Jongwoon's cock is hard and throbbing under Ryeowook's touch and the latter bites down on his lip in concentration, trying to shake off his dizziness so that he can catch on to Jongwoon's unspecified demand.

When Jongwoon tugs at his sleeve, pointing down at the spot on the floor in between his legs, there's no longer any room for speculation.

Ryeowook slides to the floor, the movement clumsy as he struggles to get down from his high and focus on the task at hand. He's never been the one to get embarrassed for just any reason, but the way Jongwoon's eyes bore into Ryeowook make him suddenly feel oddly uncertain, self-conscious even. He reaches up, hesitant hands pulling at the waistband of Jongwoon's pants just so, just enough to reveal Jongwoon's proud erection, straining against the thin fabric of his briefs, and he lets out a shuddering breath, cheeks flushed as he starts leaning in.

He feels fingers entangling themselves in his hair just as he's about to pull Jongwoon's briefs down his legs and a certain idea pops up in his head when he hears Jongwoon's impatient “Get your mouth on me, Ryeowook, now.”

“Always so impatient,” Ryeowook scoffs, shaking his head with disapproval but complies nonetheless, pressing his lips to where Jongwoon needs them most, sticking out his tongue to drag it up Jongwoon's still clothed cock.

He hears the moan above him and smirks as the fingers buried in his hair tighten, feeling the hard line of Jongwoon’s cock under his tongue, mouthing at the head and engulfing it through the thin fabric, eyes slipping shut as Jongwoon bucks into his mouth, tasting Jongwoon on his tongue.

Jongwoon is surprised he doesn’t die the moment Ryeowook’s mouth comes on him, fabric of his underwear tight around him as he feels the warm dampness of Ryeowook’s mouth around him, and he wonders how he could have lasted even a week without this, watching Ryeowook’s eyes slide shut as his mouth works on him, alternating between sucking and lapping, taking every buck of Jongwoon’s hips with a look of pleasure on his face, lips shining with spit.

Ryeowook’s eyes open half mast when Jongwoon groans, and they’re near black with want, Ryeowook pulling away from Jongwoon’s insistent hand and just letting his warm breath ghost over Jongwoon’s now wet undergarments, tongue flicking out to lick his lips, enjoying the power he has over Jongwoon as he sees another moan escape the other man’s mouth.

Ryeowook smirks and nuzzles against the hard line of Jongwoon’s cock, still letting his breath play against it until Jongwoon growls low in his throat, and Ryeowook decides he’s teased enough, attaching his mouth over the fabric again and working his tongue over the hardness, scraping his nails along the edge as his mouth covers the head, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard, feeling the warmth of Jongwoon’s cock radiating through the thin fabric.

He knows Jongwoon is going to come when those hands buried in his hair tighten impossibly, thrusts into his mouth becoming more erratic, shallow as Ryeowook’s hand snakes up to his stomach, blunt nails dragging down right before Jongwoon explodes, hands holding Ryeowook’s head to his cock as the other man laps at his come, tongue gently dragging over Jongwoon’s softening cock, collecting all he can through the fabric.

Jongwoon cards his hands through Ryeowook’s hair and thinks he could come again as he watches Ryeowook hungrily lap at his come, eyes closed in pleasure and grinning as Jongwoon shivers when his probing tongue brushes against Jongwoon’s still sensitive cock, look of fierce disappointment crossing Ryeowook’s face when Jongwoon takes his face in his hands, come still lingering on the edges of his red and swollen lips, Ryeowook’s tongue quickly darting out to swallow it.

Jongwoon's chest is heaving as he bends down a little and pulls Ryeowook up for a kiss, come bitter on his tongue as he tastes himself, and he can't contain a moan that bubbles out as Ryeowook continues to palm his cock, soft as it is now, eager hand rubbing and squeezing the other's spent length.

"Ryeowook, stop it," he mumbles into Ryeowook's mouth, thinking it a little too much as Ryeowook keeps sucking on his tongue, hand skillfully alternating between rubbing his cock and fondling his balls, still through the fabric of his underwear.

If Jongwoon's plea has registered in Ryeowook's mind at all, he doesn't show it. He keeps kissing Jongwoon fiercely, spit dribbling out the corner of his mouth as he lets out those little whimpers that seem to always make Jongwoon's head spin, and the latter finds himself panting into the other's mouth as he feels himself getting hard again, too soon and too fast, Ryeowook's hand now delving in his briefs.

He's still too sensitive for that, he briefly thinks as Ryeowook tugs at the base of his cock, squeezing lightly, just to tease, just to get Jongwoon where he wants, and he can barely stop himself from moaning. Ryeowook smirks into Jongwoon's mouth as he feels his cock twitch in his hold, hand frantically working up and down his length, and the other has to break the kiss to let out a drawn-out groan, pleasure too distinct to be ignored.

"You need to get hard again so that you can fuck me over this couch, Jongwoon," Ryeowook says daringly as he looks up at the other man from where he's on his knees, and he watches Jongwoon roll his eyes as he tugs at his cock just so. "I want it up my ass so bad, I almost forgot how big you felt inside me, how good you felt."

When Jongwoon forces his eyes open, Ryeowook's looking up at him with eyes full of hope and need, and maybe something else that Jongwoon's too scared and too far gone to even try to interpret right now, and he thinks he's never seen anything quite as arousing in his entire life, Ryeowook rubbing his thighs together in desperate need of any kind of friction, lips shining with their combined spit and hair dishevelled from Jongwoon's pulling.

"Did I suck you good, Jongwoon? Do you want more? Do you want me to suck you off over and over until your cock feels so sensitive that even the softest touch is nothing short of torture?"

Jongwoon doesn't really think what he's doing when he grabs Ryeowook by the chin, tugging at it until his face is mere centimeters from his own.

"I've told you countless number of times not to talk to me like this, Ryeowook," he growls through clenched teeth, fingers tightening around the other's chin. He can barely keep silent as he feels Ryeowook's hand wrapping tighter around his cock in retaliation.

"I need to make you hard again, though," Ryeowook says almost apologetically, faking a tone of repentance. "I want you rough and painful inside of me, God, I've waited for it since forever."

Jongwoon lets out a growl as he crushes his and Ryeowook’s lips back together again, feeling the whimper muffled into his mouth and remembering Ryeowook’s heat tight around him and deciding to give the other man exactly what he wants, knowing that it’s what he wants as well.

Ryeowook’s hand is still down Jongwoon’s briefs when he’s yanked to his feet, sagging instantly against Jongwoon and kissing back for all he’s worth, only squeaking slightly when Jongwoon yanks his hand away from his cock, pressing him back against the couch arm as they kiss, getting his knee in between Ryeowook’s and pressing hard against the other man’s cock, grinning at the mewl that escapes.

“Is this what you want, Ryeowook?” He whispers against swollen lips, tongue lazily gathering the spit leaking out the side, smirking as he sees Ryeowook’s eyes glazed over in lust, rolling his hips against Jongwoon’s knee and moaning at the friction. “Do you want me to bend you over here? To pound into you until you couldn’t even dream of running away from me in the morning?”

“Fuck, yes,” Ryeowook shivers, letting Jongwoon’s voice wash over him and wondering how he could have gone so long without hearing it like this, rough and husky, about two octaves lower than usual and going straight to his cock, so hard that he’s almost dizzy. “I just want you inside me, Jongwoon. Just you and me, at least for tonight, with nothing else, no one else.”

“How about forever?” Jongwoon mumbles, almost inaudibly, and Ryeowook’s eyes shine with question before he’s distracted by Jongwoon’s hands on him, running over his ribs and over the sharp curve of his hip, the pale skin of his thigh and everywhere but where he needs it the most, mindlessly keening and rubbing against Jongwoon’s thigh as he practically shakes with want, barely even registering hands on the backs of his thighs lifting him to the arm of the couch, Jongwoon’s touch driving him crazy.

He sucks in air through clenched teeth as he feels Jongwoon's lips against his skin, warm and wet as they leave a trail of kisses down the side of his neck, and he lifts his legs almost unconsciously, wrapping them around Jongwoon's thighs because he just needs to have him closer, as close as possible.

“Jongwoon,” he almost whimpers as the other man bends down just a little farther, just enough to   run his tongue over his nipple, hands pulling at the sides of his shirt, hard enough for the buttons to pop off as Jongwoon ripps the shirt open. He smirks at the sight of the pale skin, all soft and warm under his touch, and leans in again, lips coming around the nipple, tongue flicking out to tease it as he sucks it into his mouth. He thinks a moan that it triggers rewarding enough, and he reaches up, running his hand over the skin of Ryeowook's back, goosebumps showing wherever his touch lands.

“I love how your body's so honest with me,” he purrs against Ryeowook's skin, voice low and husky as he feels Ryeowook tremble beneath his lips. “Look how much you love it, Ryeowook, how desperate you are for whatever I give you.”

He doesn't give Ryeowook enough time to react to his words in any way before he suddenly presses his palm flat against Ryeowook's chest, giving him a gentle push, and the man falls backwards, back hitting the plush surface of the couch, ass still resting on the arm rest.

As much as Ryeowook wants to protest at first, he's not in the position to complain, and he realizes just that when one of his legs is thrown over the back rest of the couch, Jongwoon quickly attending to the other one as well, hand against his inner thigh and pushing.

“God, you have no idea what you do to me, do you,” Jongwoon growls low in his throat as he sinks to his knees, feasting his eyes on Ryeowook's tiny entrance and how it stretches a little as Ryeowook tries to part his legs even farther. “You like opening yourself for me like this, you like it when I lick you here, don't you?”

And with that, he bends down, pushing his head between Ryeowook's legs, tongue flicking out to lick a slow circle around his entrance as hands press against the back of his thighs to keep him open.

Ryeowook's back arches off the couch, nails digging into the plush underneath as Jongwoon pulls back to suck on his index finger, coating it with spit before he slides it out and reaches between Ryeowook's legs, rubbing the fingertip against the rim before plunging the digit right in, up to the knuckle, and Ryeowook can't help but let out a shuddering gasp at the sudden intrusion.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers or would you rather have me lick you until you come all over yourself, Ryeowook?”

Ryeowook can barely think straight, let alone answer, as that finger keeps probing inside of him, searching and rubbing insistently, Jongwoon’s warm breath reflecting off his thighs and driving him insane. He manages some semblance of a moan in response, barely coherent enough to have understood Jongwoon’s question in the first place, only able to focus on Jongwoon’s touch and Jongwoon’s tongue and dark dark eyes gazing up at him, lust glazed and boring into him.

Jongwoon simply smirks as Ryeowook whimpers, hooking the finger a bit more and grinning at the gasp it brings, relishing in Ryeowook all spread out and undone before him. He sees the tremors running through the small body and smirks, tongue lazily flicking out again, grinning at the noises falling from Ryeowook’s lips.

“Or maybe both?” He teases, dragging his tongue across the rim as his finger finds Ryeowook’s prostate, listening to the man practically wail into the cushion, hand coming to his mouth to muffle the near scream. “Well, Ryeowook?”

Ryeowook feels a shiver as Jongwoon’s voice reaches his ears, low and husky and perfect, another finger slipping in to punctuate his sentence, tongue slipping teasingly between. Ryeowook's legs begin to shake, and Jongwoon simply nudges the one resting against his chest even further back, until Ryeowook is laid completely open before him.

“Fuck,” Ryeowook hisses as Jongwoon’s tongue delves further into him, fingers eventually slipping away until it’s just Jongwoon’s tongue thrusting into him, and he has to suppress a whimper as it reaches deep inside him, slick and hot and dirty. “Jongwoon.”

Jongwoon hums as Ryeowook mewls his name, seeing the hand fisting into the material of the couch and feeling a sense of deep pride that he gets to see Ryeowook like this, completely debauched and at the mercy of his touch, moaning like a cheap whore and begging for more, eyes shut tight and lip clenched between his teeth, failing miserably at keeping himself quiet.

Jongwoon continues to work his tongue inside Ryeowook, head bobbing back and forth as he pulls back and thrusts in, spit dripping down his chin all the while. Ryeowook whimpers when he feels Jongwoon's tongue slide sloppily out of him, a desperate sound that makes the other man smirk, and Jongwoon simply shushes him, breathing right into him and dragging a loud moan out of the man.

“Don't worry baby, I'll lick you good,” Jongwoon whispers huskily, dragging his tongue over the rim before licking his path up to the balls. Ryeowook's a mess by the time Jongwoon gets his mouth around him, lips enveloping the shaft and hands coming up to squeeze the balls, and Ryeowook thinks he might go crazy soon if Jongwoon doesn't actually make him come.

Which Jongwoon doesn't and, Ryeowook reasons with horror, perhaps even doesn't plan to, all Jongwoon's actions until now boiling down to simply teasing the other man. “I'll lick you so good you'll be dripping wet and squirming from every little touch, Ryeowook.”

And with that, Jongwoon hollows his cheeks, lips tightening around Ryeowook's cock as he gives it a hard suck.

Ryeowook screams.

He's gotten extremely sensitive from all the licking and his cock has been so hard he's been genuinely scared that it might burst any second. He wastes no time planting one of his feet on the arm of the couch next to his ass to support his weight as he lifts his hips to thrust in Jongwoon's mouth, the other leg still hooked over the back rest.

When Jongwoon's hand wraps itself around the base of his cock, Ryeowook has long had forgotten what coherence is. The circle of Jongwoon's hand replaces his lips as they release Ryeowook's cock with a wet pop, and Ryeowook's bottom lip gets caught between his teeth as Jongwoon's hand gives him a few languid, barely-there strokes.

He lets out whimper after whimper, too sensitive and too hard to put up with such treatment, and it's when he starts considering begging Jongwoon to actually get his cock inside him and fuck him till he passes out that Jongwoon bends down again, tongue flicking out to lick a wet circle around the rim, a nail tracing the same path before two fingers are shoved back into him.

Ryeowook thinks he might die if Jongwoon doesn’t let him come soon, feeling so so close as the white begins to haze across his vision with every thrust of the other man’s fingers, stretching him as far as he’ll go and reaching deep inside him. His chest heaves as barely coherent pleas slip from his lips, barely catching a glance of Jongwoon’s satisfied smirk before he feels Jongwoon’s tongue slip between his fingers, combined feeling quickly driving him over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck,” He gasps, eyes squeezing shut and hands fisting even harder into the cushions, tremors beginning to rack his body as he feels the edges of pleasure begin to crash over him, Jongwoon’s name bubbling from his lips, louder and needier than each time before. “Jongwoon!”

“That’s right, Ryeowook, come for me,” Jongwoon whispers, sitting up while still moving his fingers lazily inside of Ryeowook, feeling him clench deliciously around them and wanting nothing more than to have that warm heat pulsing around his cock. “Scream my name, remember who makes you feel like this.”

Jongwoon’s name falls from Ryeowook’s mouth like a helpless litany, eyes hazed over as his orgasm racks his body, gazing down at Jongwoon with hazy eyes as he feels his cock brush his entrance. His eyes snap all the way open and he really does scream when Jongwoon thrusts into him, orgasm still sending shivers through his whole body, only amplified by Jongwoon’s cock now throbbing inside of him.

“Oh my God, Jongwoon,” He pants, moving his legs to wrap them around Jongwoon’s hips, pressing the balls of his feet hard into the small of the other man’s back, pulling him as close to him as he possibly can. It’s one of the most mind blowing things he’s felt in his short ‘life’, and he thinks he may die if Jongwoon stops. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”

"Why would I?" Jongwoon chokes out through clenched teeth, grip on Ryeowook's hips so tight that the man can't hold back a hiss, even if he finds himself not minding the pain when all he can really focus on is Jongwoon's cock, hard and throbbing, and maddeningly good, inside him.

The aftershocks of his orgasm are still shooting through him when Jongwoon picks up the pace, using him hard and rough, taking in the view of his spent body, head leaning heavily against the cushions, lips parted just so as little whimpers fall from them each time Jongwoon fucks into him with the force that only pushes him farther into the couch, a burning sensation spreading across his back as it rubs relentlessly against the upholstery.

“Love the way you're swallowing me,” Jongwoon breathes huskily, reaching down to feel around Ryeowook's hole, stretched tight around his cock, and the man moans at the sensation, too sensitive to be teased like that. “So fucking tight, you have no idea.”

Ryeowook tilts his head to the side and squeezes his eyes shut at that because it's just too much, Jongwoon's pulsating cock filling him up, Jongwoon's low and hoarse voice invading his ears, Jongwoon's bruising hold on his hips keeping him in place, and he feels thoroughly dominated, completely at Jongwoon's mercy. He's slightly alarmed to discover just how much he loves it.

“Keep going,” he gasps, back arching off the couch when Jongwoon's cock barely nudges his sweet spot. “Jongwoon - God - just keep going, fuck me, oh God.”

He's  squirming in Jongwoon's hold when he feels the man's come flood his insides, Jongwoon pulling out wetly just to fuck right in again, pounding into him in slow, shallow thrusts as he's riding his orgasm out.

Ryeowook has never thought a single orgasm can last so long.

It's not a regular climax, certainly not an orgasm Ryeowook expected to experience, but he's far from complaining, the warmth in the pit of his stomach radiating to all parts of his body as a familiar wave of pleasure washes over him again. He literally screams when Jongwoon thrusts into him one last time before grinding to a standstill, cock still buried in him, rough and painful against the sensitive tissue.

There’s no noise but their panting for a few moments, Jongwoon’s eyes locked with his as the haze of lust dissipates to be replaced with deep satisfaction, Jongwoon’s rough grip on his hips loosening until they fall to his sides, hands buried in the couch to keep him from falling on top of the other man.

Ryeowook winces as Jongwoon pulls out, almost feeling empty and missing the feeling of Jongwoon inside of him, seeing a sudden indecisiveness pass across Jongwoon’s face, sleepily blinking and not wanting to deal with another one of the man’s identity crises.

Jongwoon watches Ryeowook bask in the aftermath of his orgasm and has to repress a smile, he caused this, not any other man, it was his name that Ryeowook moaned, him who he begged for more from. It makes his heart swell, but that underlying nervousness creeps in on the edge of his consciousness, telling him that he shouldn’t be here, doesn’t really have the right to be here, and it has him glancing around to where his clothes landed, having half a mind to simply find them and leave, knowing that the awkwardness between them will be palpable in a few moments.

“Oh no you don’t,” Ryeowook mumbles as Jongwoon moves to get off of him, eyes darting around the room for his scattered clothing. “After all the trouble it took to even get here, you aren’t leaving me now.”

“But Ryeowook, we can’t-” Jongwoon starts awkwardly, before he’s cut off by an arm wrapping itself around the back of his neck and pulling him back down to crush their lips together, bodies landing flush.

Jongwoon braces his arms over Ryeowook’s head as the urge to leave fades in his mind, Ryeowook clinging to him for all he’s worth and lips sliding against his, barely murmuring between kisses that he’d have to be crazy if he thought he could get away that easily after giving him the best orgasm he’s had in his entire life.

Jongwoon chuckles lowly at this and feels Ryeowook shiver under him, biting at the other man’s lips and sweeping his mouth with his tongue, finding few things as addicting as Ryeowook’s lips against his, red and bruised and soft against his. Ryeowook’s hands shift to his shoulders and he feels nails digging into them, pulling him completely against him, any distance between them disappearing into their kisses, turning lazier as time goes by.

“Cold.” It's half whined, half mumbled against Jongwoon's lips and he's much aware of the shiver that runs through Ryeowook's body, the men lying naked with completely nothing to cover themselves with, nothing to keep them warm except each other's bodies. He rolls off of Ryeowook and pulls him flush against his body so that they're chest to chest. Ryeowook's still trembling when he wraps an arm around him, hold impossibly tight, and leans in to reconnect their lips. He feels rather than hears Ryeowook whine again before he melts into the slow, soft kiss, Jongwoon's hold around him tightening even more as their tongues meet.

“I love kissing you,” Jongwoon whispers into his mouth, running his hand up and down Ryeowook's spine and  the other shivers again, this time for a totally different reason. Jongwoon's words seem to him somewhat irrelevant at first, especially as an answer to his earlier remark about him being cold, which - by the way - was an indirect request he was hoping Jongwoon would catch up on. He wrinkles his nose as he realizes Jongwoon has no intention whatsoever to cover them with  anything, body in tremors despite Jongwoon's arms around him and warm skin against his own, but when Jongwoon resumes speaking, his heart almost literally swells in his chest. “Love your lips, Ryeowook,” he whispers in between kisses, now deeper and more demanding. “They're always so pliant, so eager against mine. I'd go get a blanket for us if it didn't mean I'd have to actually move away from you and - God - Ryeowook, you're driving me absolutely crazy.

Ryeowook doesn't know himself why he kisses Jongwoon harder at that - it may or may not have something to do with how he's suddenly filled with tons of feelings for the man - but he figures he doesn't really need to know when Jongwoon's lips start moving just as feverishly, warm and slightly chapped against his soft ones. “The noises you make when I kiss you,” Jongwoon mumbles and pulls away slightly, pressing their foreheads together and looking Ryeowook straight in the eye. “Those little whimpers, it's like you're already reaching your high just because of that, God”.

“Jongwoon,” Ryeowook murmurs, winding his arms around Jongwoon’s neck and shivering as the other man’s voice runs through him, almost feeling shy as he tilts his head up to press their lips back together, lazily kissing Jongwoon without urgency, licking into his mouth and pulling the other man even closer against him, trying to leech all the warmth he can from him, cooling rapidly and wanting to wrap himself completely around Jongwoon, hot against him. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know, God, the things your voice does to me.”

The other man simply hums into Ryeowook’s lips, hold tightening even more if possible as Ryeowook gives in completely against him, shivers slowing as he gets used to the temperature and Jongwoon’s own warmth seeping into him, sighing softly against the other man’s kiss bruised lips, almost holding back a yawn as the sheer comfortableness he feels begins to lull him into relaxation, adrenaline completely fading away. His kisses begin to deteriorate into lingering brushes, lips hardly moving against Jongwoon’s, and he can feel the amusement radiating off the other man, tiredness fogging his mind.

“Sleepy?” Jongwoon mumbles, eyes crinkling as Ryeowook merely whines at him, seemingly unwilling to detach his lips from Jongwoon’s, kissing him again and again, even when his eyes droop completely shut, pressing as close to Jongwoon as he can.

Jongwoon laughs softly as Ryeowook’s kisses turn into bare pecks, eventually feeling the other man completely relax in his arms after a final satisfied hum against his mouth, actually falling asleep against him.

“Good night,” he whispers, brushing away Ryeowook's bangs and admiring the other's beautiful features with a satisfied smile. A cold shiver runs down his spine as it occurs to him that they've barely made it, that a single day delay would force him to watch Ryeowook get snatched away from him by another “owner”, and he breathes a sigh of relief as he pulls Ryeowook closer, totally unaware of how wrong he is.

***

The sun pours into the room, leaving warm, gentle strokes on Ryeowook's skin. Half awake, he feels the remnants of dream slowly dissipate and lets himself bask in the blissful warmth, guessing it to be partly the sun's and party Jongwoon's doing.

But then wait. The sofa in the living room is situated much too far from the window for the sunbeams to reach it. Which is sort of curious, because he clearly remembers falling asleep there.

A tiny smile pulls at his lips as he looks around and recognizes Jongwoon’s bedroom, realizing that Jongwoon must have carried him there after he fell asleep. He just enjoys the warmth for a long moment, head tucked into Jongwoon’s chest as the light spreads over them more fully. Jongwoon’s arms are wrapped tightly around his waist and it’s an effort, but Ryeowook manages to poke his head up to see the clock, numbers blinking the late morning time.

He kisses Jongwoon awake in favor of words, lips pressing softly against the other man’s until he gets a response, hands moving to his hips as Jongwoon is slowly pulled from slumber, humming happily against Ryeowook’s lips.

“Good morning,” he mumbles into Ryeowook’s mouth, and Ryeowook can’t help but shiver at the remains of sleep still darkening Jongwoon’s voice, only smiling in response as Jongwoon smiles lazily at him. “I’m glad you stayed this time.”

And with that, he pulls him closer, kisses him harder, because Ryeowook's so warm, so beautiful, so real. Ryeowook wants to tell him that he'd never run off again, not after all the words of confirmation he received last night, but just when he tries to pull away, Jongwoon slides his hands under the covers and it's not long before he's touching him, gentle, feather-like strokes almost like fire on Ryeowook's sensitive skin.

“Jongwoon,” he mumbles into the other's mouth, or at least he thinks he does, but what reaches Jongwoon's ears is a soft moan, muffled by his tongue as it slips past Ryeowook's lips. A hand wanders down his thigh and then back up until it settles over Ryeowook's hipbone, squeezing gently. He can't hold back a shiver as Jongwoon dips his hand back under the sheets, dragging it down Ryeowook's thigh, the inside part this time, and almost moans again as it brushes over his morning erection.

“Forgot you're naked,” Jongwoon says in defense as Ryeowook's back arches, hips bucking in search of the heat of Jongwoon's hand. Ryeowook knows he did it on purpose.

“I bet you did,” Ryeowook snorts, but it comes out more of a whine as Jongwoon’s hand tightens around him, biting his lip to hold back a moan. He’s quite sure that no one will ever make him feel as much latent want as Jongwoon does, rolling his hips against Jongwoon’s as he kisses him again, sloppy as he feels Jongwoon’s breath getting more ragged against him. “Who’s the sex crazed one now, hm?”

Jongwoon leaves answering in favor of shutting Ryeowook up by pulling his hips against him and grinding them slowly, grinning at how Ryeowook’s eyes flutter shut, mouth already shiny from their kisses. He loves how Ryeowook’s mouth fits against his, kissing him again simply because he can, reveling in the smaller man’s warmth.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” He mumbles against Ryeowook’s lips, hip bumping into Ryeowook’s as Ryeowook all but molds himself against him. “You love it, just like you love me.”

“Don't be so full of yourself,” he grunts, hips bucking against Jongwoon's nonetheless, and Jongwoon can only smirk at that, grabbing a handful of Ryeowook's ass and squeezing. His mouth on Ryeowook's prevents the man from continuing his rant, and he only sighs, letting Jongwoon take the lead.

It's getting impossibly hot and the air in the room becomes so heavy Ryeowook can barely breathe. He wonders if he should blame it on the insistent sun that keeps flooding their bodies with warmth or Jongwoon grinding himself against him, Jongwoon kneading his ass, dipping his thumb in the crease every once in a while, Jongwoon working his mouth expertly against his, Jongwoon. And while the sun seems to be playing its part in this too, he figures what makes him breathless is the man pressed up against him, his skin sizzling hot against his own.

“Jongwoon,” he says, moans, feeling their cocks slide together, the pleasure doubling in strength as Jongwoon slips his other hand between their bodies to grab their cocks and hold them against each other as they rock their hips in sync. “Jongwoon, oh God, touch me, jerk me off, just-”

“Well, nice to see the two of you are getting along again,” A voice interrupts them cheerfully, and Ryeowook nearly screams, he’d been so close. Jongwoon growls, and hopes that the voice isn’t whose he thinks it is, scowling when he notices Kyuhyun leaning against the wall, clad in his usual strange attire. “Oh, don’t mind me, I just let myself in through the veranda. You might want to invest in a lock for that, Jongwoon.”

“You can let yourself out that way too,” Jongwoon grumbles, Ryeowook still hot against him though the mood has been completely ruined, and he’s dying for Kyuhyun to leave so they can get back to what they were doing. Ryeowook’s hips still rock slightly against his own, and Jongwoon has to hold the smaller man back, trying to ignore what the displeasured growl does to him. “We were a bit busy, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“No can do there,” Kyuhyun clucks, making no move to leave and only stepping further into the room, shit eating grin in place as he gazes at the two of them. “If you can’t recall, I’m here to collect Ryeowook today so that he can be returned to his natural state. It’s right here on my schedule.”

“You'd better go collect some money for the new... attire,” Jongwoon says sarcastically, sending the intruder a death glare. “Now if you'll excuse us.”

The man in yellow stockings bursts out laughing. “You seem to have misunderstood,” he says after he calms down, reaching inside his coat to pull out a rolled-up piece of paper. “Don't tell me you don't remember signing our little... agreement, Jongwoon.”

Jongwoon shoots up to a sitting position, his nudity being the only thing keeping him from jumping out of bed and strangling the pseudo-musketeer. Ryeowook clenches his fingers around Jongwoon's arm, nails digging into his flesh to remind him that he shouldn't get too worked-up, but it's too late.

“Get the fuck out of here, you loon, or I'm calling the cops,” Jongwoon roars, hardly able to let his voice out through the clenched teeth.

“And what are you going to tell them?” the man in yellow stockings asks with a smirk. “That a musketeer came to visit you in order to practice magic on your boyfriend and turn him back into a vegetable?” He lets out a snort, shaking his head. “Or ex-boyfriend, should I say?”

“What in the world are you talking about?” Jongwoon grits through his teeth, feeling Ryeowook’s fingers digging harder into his arm but ignoring it, focusing on the smirking man in front of him. “I don’t care about that now, Ryeowook is staying with me. And what do you mean, back into a vegetable, I thought he was just going to be transferred to a new owner.”

“Well, he told you wrong then,” Kyuhyun chirps, and Ryeowook avoids the questioning look that Jongwoon sends him in favor of counting threads in the sheets. Jongwoon’s brow furrows as he tries to absorb what Kyuhyun is saying, almost disbelieving of the strange man. “If he’d be so kind to put some clothes on and detach himself from you then we could get this over with and I’ll be toting a turnip back with me for the bin.”

“Do you have to say it like that,” Ryeowook mutters, steadfastly ignoring Jongwoon’s gaze, quietly taking his hand from Jongwoon’s arm. “You aren’t very good with breaking news, Kyuhyun.”

“You should have done it instead then,” Kyuhyun grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. “Not my fault you chickened out.”

“I didn't,” Ryeowook says, slowly working himself up into a frenzy. “I didn't, it's just that I had no choice and you, of all people, should know that best!”

“What the fuck is going on here?!” Jongwoon finally growls, reaching out to grab a pair of sweatpants before pulling them under the sheets to put them on. “I didn't agree to have Ryeowook taken away from me only to be turned back into a turnip. Nothing of the sort is known to me, so would either of you be so kind as to tell me what the fuck it's about?!”

His gaze travels from Ryeowook to Kyuhyun and back to Ryeowook again, but neither of them seems to be willing to talk. Ryeowook has his eyes fixed on the sheets, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he finally speaks. “I was created a turnip and shall assume the form of one again.”

“That’s not what I agreed to though, I refuse to accept it!” Jongwoon insists, waving his arms about as no one seems to care about answering his questions, Kyuhyun seeming amused to just watch everything play out while Ryeowook is too caught up in feeling terrible. He gets up and shakes Kyuhyun by his collar, trying to get someone to give him some answers. “There must be something to make this agreement void, and besides, I want Ryeowook with me.”

“Well maybe you should have read the terms and conditions more carefully,” Kyuhyun says simply, shrugging his shoulders as Jongwoon shakes him back and forth, feather in his hat swooshing back and forth with the motion. “You never know what you’re signing away when you agree to those, I could have taken your house to go along with your soon to be turnip here.”

“Stop being an ass, Kyuhyun,” Ryeowook grumbles, finally looking up from the sheets and staring at the musketeer with disdain, still avoiding Jongwoon’s gaze. “You’re not being very helpful, you know.”

“Why would I want to be helpful in the first place,” Kyuhyun retorts, trying to pry Jongwoon's hands away with little success. “Weren't you the self-confident one? Didn't you say he'd fall for your charm the moment he sees you? Where's your confidence now, huh?”

Ryeowook says nothing for the longest time. Instead, he lets another tear slide down his face, bottom lip trembling as he takes a deep breath. “Fine, I miscalculated my abilities,” he admits, crestfallen. “But why does it matter so much? Why can't you just forget that stupid contract and let me stay with the person I love like I've never even thought possible?”

He sniffs, tears falling from his lashes one by one now, and Jongwoon's heart breaks into thousands of pieces because he is the one who signed the papers, he is the one to blame. And though deep inside he knew Ryeowook loved him, the man's sudden confession in the presence of the musketeer, it's sincerity, have totally caught him off guard.

“So you really love him then?” Kyuhyun raises an eyebrow curiously at Ryeowook’s confession and ignoring the way Jongwoon’s jaw seems to hit the floor, finally wrenching Jongwoon’s hands off of him with a huff. He pats the invisible dust off his uniform before continuing, looking down at the contract in his hand again. “You’re completely sure of that? And you can tell him this?”

“What do you think I’m doing now?” Ryeowook sighs, eyes chancing a glance at Jongwoon before directing his gaze back to Kyuhyun, almost trying to burn the contract with his eyes. “Yes, I love him, and I should very much hope that he knows this by now.”

“And do you return these... affections, Jongwoon?” Kyuhyun questions, snapping his fingers in front of Jongwoon’s face when he seems to forget about the musketeer even being there, eyes on Ryeowook. “This is important, take your eyes off your little lover vegetable for about ten seconds, okay?”

“I...,” Jongwoon stammers, dragged out of his trance by the sound Kyuhyun's fingers make as he snaps them. “I just- I...”

Kyuhyun sighs with resignation, shaking his head disapprovingly and casting Ryeowook a 'told you so' look. “I think it might be once-sided, though,” he states with a shrug. “Come on, cutiepie, time to go farming!”

“Hold on!” Jongwoon all but shouts, grabbing Kyuhyun's arm as he tries to take a step in Ryeowook's direction. “It's true I hated him at first. He stuck to me like glue, demanded sex all the time, walked around naked and to top it all, he'd been a fucking turnip! But it wasn't long before I fell for his charm indeed.” Jongwoon shifts his gaze to Ryeowook, watching as he sheds  tears even harder than before. “And I love him.  I sincerely love him with all my heart.”

“Jongwoon,” Ryeowook chokes out between the sobs, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around Jongwoon and hold him close until all is lost and gone.

“No need to read me off a sonnet dedicated to your love,” Kyuhyun chuckles, but there’s an odd sort of smile on his face as he watches Ryeowook and Jongwoon look at each other, Jongwoon edging closer to where Ryeowook still sits on the bed. “I’d just asked a simple question.”

“Well there you are, I answered it,” Jongwoon says simply, sitting down on the bed again and pulling Ryeowook to him, wiping away his tears with the pads of this thumbs, still glaring at Kyuhyun. “And now you aren’t going to take him away from me, so get along and let us have our happily ever after, or whatever it is magic vegetables are supposed to give you.”

“Well, I don’t have much of a choice since you fulfilled your contract,” Kyuhyun sighs, shrugging noncommittally as both Ryeowook and Jongwoon’s heads snap towards him, grinning at them. “You’ve managed to find the loop hole, Ryeowook has found love and is loved in return, and is finally brave enough to tell you. A bit like that Beauty and the Beast, magic vegetable edition.”

“Besides,” he continues, before Jongwoon can properly express how utterly pissed he is. “I couldn't possibly take away Ryeowook on the strength of what you think to be the contract. You should really read carefully what you're signing, Jongwoon.”

Jongwoon's head snaps up, the man pulling away from Ryeowook and glaring daggers at the musketeer. “What do you mean?” he growls through clenched teeth, eyes misting over with anger. “Speak clearly, what in the world is this supposed to mean?”

Kyuhyun lets out a chuckle before tossing the roll of paper in Jongwoon's direction, the man casting him a questioning stare as he clenches his fingers on what he still thinks to be the contract. “Take a look,” Kyuhyun offers and Jongwoon doesn't need to be told twice. Frenzied hands tug at the paper, wasting no time in unrolling the scroll and mere seconds later the content of what was supposed to be the contract appears before Jongwoon's eyes. He scans the document in his hands for a brief moment before he springs to his feet, enraged.

“Shopping list?!”

“Gotcha!”

Both Ryeowook and Jongwoon look up at Kyuhyun with a silent question in their eyes, Jongwoon additionally worried about his sanity. “You've got to be kidding.”

“No, actually, funny though it would be if it was a joke, it is true,” he says calmly. “Can't believe you got fooled again.”

He lets out another chuckle and Jongwoon's this close to strangling him with his bare hands. “Besides, how would I possess the kind of power to turn humans into vegetables? You know what they say, once a human, forever a human. Or something.”

“If you don’t leave my house within the next minute, I am going to kill you,” Jongwoon finally growls after a moment of stunned silence, he and Ryeowook simply staring at Kyuhyun. “Please just leave us alone and go play tricks on some other unsuspecting vegetable and human pair.”

“Actually, you’re in luck,” Kyuhyun says happily, checking his watch and remaining selectively oblivious to the mass amount of hatred being sent his way. Ryeowook chucks a pillow at his head, but Kyuhyun simply dodges, smile still on his face. “I must be going anyway, there’s another broccoli rebellion, you know. You can save your thanks for another time, maybe I’ll stop by for dinner.”

“I’ll poison your food,” Ryeowook grumbles, though he can’t quite help the feeling of happiness that grows inside of him, that he’s not going to be turned into a god forsaken vegetable again. And Jongwoon really loves him, he heard it with his own ears. “I hope you get eaten by that broccoli.”

“Oh Ryeowook, just take a joke, will you,” Kyuhyun sighs, bending down to pull at his stockings - they've slipped down his legs a little. “Time to hit the road, folks! Have a nice time celebrating your beautiful love or whatever it is that you have there. I'll see you next time!”

And with that, he disappears into thin air, leaving Jongwoon gaping and confused. He turns around tentatively, locking his eyes with Ryeowook as soon as the latter looks up at him from the sheets. “Why didn't you tell me?”

There's a brief moment of silence as they keep looking each other in the eye, Jongwoon clearly disappointed and Ryeowook scared and uncertain. When he finally speaks, his voice is impossibly quiet and shaky, but the sternness in Jongwoon's glare remains unchanged. “How could I,” Ryeowook starts, dropping his gaze, unable to stand the intensity of Jongwoon's look. “If I had told you, you'd have never signed the contract, even if you didn't love me, you wouldn't just let me have this kind of fate. I know you well enough, Jongwoon, so how could I force myself on you like this? I wanted you to make your decision in accordance with your feelings, with your heart.”

Jongwoon’s eyes soften slightly as Ryeowook speaks, and he knows that what Ryeowook says is true, he would never have condemned Ryeowook to be turned back into a turnip forever, even if he didn’t have these feelings for him. His hand reaches hesitantly for Ryeowook’s and he holds it gently, looking at the sheets as Ryeowook’s eyes snap up to look at him.

“You had good reasons, then,” Jongwoon sighs, fiddling with Ryeowook’s fingers in his own, smiling slightly as he meets Ryeowook’s surprised eyes. “I can’t fault you for lying to me for that. At least everything worked out in the end, right?”

“Right,” Ryeowook smiles, breathing a sigh of relief that all of this didn’t turn Jongwoon against him again, having been slightly afraid there for a moment that he’d have to build up their relationship from scratch again. He curls his hand around Jongwoon’s, scooting closer on the bed so he can fit himself into Jongwoon’s side. “We get a happy ending, just as promised in all the fairy tales.”

“Not so fast,” Jongwoon says, a glint of mischief playing in his eye. “Who says that's where things end?”

“What do you-,” Ryeowook's cut off by chapped lips against his, Jongwoon kissing him sweetly before pulling back a little, just enough to press their foreheads together.

“This is where things begin, Ryeowook,” he whispers, reaching up to place his hand against the side of Ryeowook's neck, just below the line of his jaw. Fingers brushing the soft skin, he lets their breaths mingle for a brief while before he kisses him again, and again, and again, Ryeowook's lips pliant and eager against his own, like they always are.

Soon enough, the kiss turns sloppy and frantic, the men clinging on to each other desperately, determined to never let go. Hearts pounding wildly and ready to burst, they lose themselves in the moment, love and desire making them impatient, making them long for each other more than ever before.

“Here’s to new beginnings, then,” Ryeowook smiles softly as he presses himself close to Jongwoon, feeling the way his heart beats under his palm as he slides his hand over Jongwoon’s chest, kisses turning lazier as the morning light completely bathes over them, house finally quiet again. None of the passion fades, though, and Ryeowook can see it in Jongwoon’s eyes, in the way he holds Ryeowook tighter against himself.

“To the future,” Jongwoon mumbles, before kissing Ryeowook so no more words can be uttered, letting his feelings speak for themselves. He knows his life has changed exponentially since Ryeowook entered it, and is sure that there’s more changes to come. But he’s not afraid of them anymore, Ryeowook’s lips moving against his as they smile into the kiss, falling back into the bed.

He looks forward to every single one.

FIN