This is Fucking Christmas; HeeWook
"I'm sorry..." Ryeowook murmured hesitatingly under his breath, “… Master…”
Heechul cracked his whip once again on his poor dongsaeng’s private, causing the already on-his-knees boy to whimper and fall onto his stomach. The cruel hyung smirked; this kid was so much fun.
“Who do you belong to?” Heechul asked, his voice soft and sensual.
Poor Ryeowook was whipped again before he even got off his stomach. Blood now soaked through his white, transparent shirt, but the guy wasn’t sure whether or not he really minded. After all, this was the first time he had felt so wanted. So invaded and abused yes, but also wanted. He’d always wanted that, to be lusted for.
“Heenim,” the uke uttered incorrectly on purpose just to get another whacking to his ass.
The all-knowing Heechul did not whack his slave as he knew that would be too generous of him. Instead he started to pull up his pants and started to walk away. Still stomach to the floor, Ryeowook put out a hand to grab the ends of Heechul’s jeans. The older man did not look back as the other male struggled to get himself off the floor and onto his leg.
“Master…” Ryeowook pleaded, his voice barely above an intake of breath.
“Master…?” Heechul asked once more.
Ryeowook was on the verge of tears now, “Master Heechul.”
Satisfied that he had gotten that much out of the boy, Heechul crouched down to his height and then held up his chin. The uke puckered up his lips in anticipation of a kiss, but was quickly slapped across his cheeks after.
“Tsk, tsk,” Heechul scolded, “Such a greedy slave. You’re starting to ruin this Christmas.”
Wanting to please, Ryeowook forced himself off the floor. After a few seconds of shuffling on the floor (his back was still weak), Ryeowook finally found purchase on his master’s shoulders. Seeing how the boy was really struggling, Heechul decided to let him use him just this once.
“Master Heechul, do you mind if I take off your pants?” Ryeowook inquired timidly.
Heechul rolled his eyes as he replied, “Uh, not really. Unless you want to try dry sex?”
The uke quickly shook his head no, then proceeded to find the older man’s zipper and slid it down slowly. When he successfully took off the entirety of the other male’s jeans, Ryeowook drove his head down to the cock he had successful unveiled and started to suck and pant on it. The sensation sent shocks of pleasure rushing throughout Heechul’s veins, each shock more pleasant than the next.
Although he was already hardening, Heechul tried desperatly to sound unamused. He kept his moans and groans inside his throat, although that was starting to want to betray him.
Suddenly, Ryeowook stopped with his blowjob and looked at his, now, unsatisfied elder in the eye.
“Master Heechul, am I doing okay?” Ryeowook asked, “And um, aren’t you, the master, supposed to be doing the work? After all, masters tend to be tops, and tops-“
Breathing like a mad wolf with a full hard-on now, Heechul interrupted, “Fuck, I am the master and you’re my fucking slave. Get back to your damn business and make me come, damnit!”
Confused, the uke-seme was about to say something in response when his lips were penetrated by a certain hard member. Heechul swung his length ‘round and ‘round in the protesting boy’s mouth, trying his best to get the kid to read the message he was sending. Suck it.
Although he knew exactly what his senior was trying to tell him, Ryeowook just didn’t want to give in. He had just been recently subjected to the highest form of humiliation possible and now the same man that had inflicted that humiliation on him was asking him to pleasure him? Fuck no.
“Wookie-ah!” Heechul shouted, “Today is fucking Christmas! Be nice!”
The boy merely shook his head, “Master Heechul, I was given to you so that you could do me, not so that I could you.
Heechul started thrusting in and out of Ryeowook’s throat quickly as he could, trying to get himself to come, but he knew that he would have to get the boy’s help to do so.
“Wook…” moaned Heechul, tired of one-sided senseless fucking.
Bored himself of just being plain used, Ryeowook growled, “Turn around and bend over.”
Happily obliging, Heechul made a motion to turn around, but as soon as he did he was suddenly attacked and brought down to the floor. Hungrily, Ryeowook flipped over the scared man himself and then licked just the right spot behind his ear. Although he was slightly scared of this lusty Ryeowook, Heechul let out a long moan as the boy let his tongue trace the linings of his ear and nibbled every so often on his earlobe.
“I want you to call out my name, I want to know you to know who’s fucking you, and I want to you enjoy this,” Ryeowook declared as he blasted his entire length into his unready partner’s asshole.
“KIM RYEOWOOK,” Heechul cried to the heavens, “FUCK, RYEOWOOK, FUCK.”
“Gladly…” Ryeowook cooed as he readied his balls for another assault, “Get ready. One, tw-“
“Yah!” Jongwoon shouted as he knocked on the door to the two’s room, “It’s 12:01 in the morning now, Ryeowook. You can put your pants on now.”
Ryeowook paused, then sighed briefly. Face flushed all over, he quickly got up and bowed his head to his confused hyung and then started rushing around the room to collect his clothes.
“Yo Wookie!” Heechul cried after the retreating figure, “Next Christmas, we start again. Got that?”
Ryeowook didn’t even look back to his abandoned hyung as he left the room, but the smile that he had on his face as he closed the door behind him told Heechul that his next Christmas was going to be epic.
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Beforewords;
“I didn’t have any money to get you any really expensive this year…” Jongwoon muttered as he shuffled his left foot around on the carpeted floor, “So would you be okay with me just giving Wookie as a slave for a night as a replacement gift?”
Heechul frowned and rolled his eyes but anyways said, “Blergh. He can’t be that bad."
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Heechul cracked his whip once again on his poor dongsaeng’s private, causing the already on-his-knees boy to whimper and fall onto his stomach. The cruel hyung smirked; this kid was so much fun.
“Who do you belong to?” Heechul asked, his voice soft and sensual.
Poor Ryeowook was whipped again before he even got off his stomach. Blood now soaked through his white, transparent shirt, but the guy wasn’t sure whether or not he really minded. After all, this was the first time he had felt so wanted. So invaded and abused yes, but also wanted. He’d always wanted that, to be lusted for.
“Heenim,” the uke uttered incorrectly on purpose just to get another whacking to his ass.
The all-knowing Heechul did not whack his slave as he knew that would be too generous of him. Instead he started to pull up his pants and started to walk away. Still stomach to the floor, Ryeowook put out a hand to grab the ends of Heechul’s jeans. The older man did not look back as the other male struggled to get himself off the floor and onto his leg.
“Master…” Ryeowook pleaded, his voice barely above an intake of breath.
“Master…?” Heechul asked once more.
Ryeowook was on the verge of tears now, “Master Heechul.”
Satisfied that he had gotten that much out of the boy, Heechul crouched down to his height and then held up his chin. The uke puckered up his lips in anticipation of a kiss, but was quickly slapped across his cheeks after.
“Tsk, tsk,” Heechul scolded, “Such a greedy slave. You’re starting to ruin this Christmas.”
Wanting to please, Ryeowook forced himself off the floor. After a few seconds of shuffling on the floor (his back was still weak), Ryeowook finally found purchase on his master’s shoulders. Seeing how the boy was really struggling, Heechul decided to let him use him just this once.
“Master Heechul, do you mind if I take off your pants?” Ryeowook inquired timidly.
Heechul rolled his eyes as he replied, “Uh, not really. Unless you want to try dry sex?”
The uke quickly shook his head no, then proceeded to find the older man’s zipper and slid it down slowly. When he successfully took off the entirety of the other male’s jeans, Ryeowook drove his head down to the cock he had successful unveiled and started to suck and pant on it. The sensation sent shocks of pleasure rushing throughout Heechul’s veins, each shock more pleasant than the next.
Although he was already hardening, Heechul tried desperatly to sound unamused. He kept his moans and groans inside his throat, although that was starting to want to betray him.
Suddenly, Ryeowook stopped with his blowjob and looked at his, now, unsatisfied elder in the eye.
“Master Heechul, am I doing okay?” Ryeowook asked, “And um, aren’t you, the master, supposed to be doing the work? After all, masters tend to be tops, and tops-“
Breathing like a mad wolf with a full hard-on now, Heechul interrupted, “Fuck, I am the master and you’re my fucking slave. Get back to your damn business and make me come, damnit!”
Confused, the uke-seme was about to say something in response when his lips were penetrated by a certain hard member. Heechul swung his length ‘round and ‘round in the protesting boy’s mouth, trying his best to get the kid to read the message he was sending. Suck it.
Although he knew exactly what his senior was trying to tell him, Ryeowook just didn’t want to give in. He had just been recently subjected to the highest form of humiliation possible and now the same man that had inflicted that humiliation on him was asking him to pleasure him? Fuck no.
“Wookie-ah!” Heechul shouted, “Today is fucking Christmas! Be nice!”
The boy merely shook his head, “Master Heechul, I was given to you so that you could do me, not so that I could you.
Heechul started thrusting in and out of Ryeowook’s throat quickly as he could, trying to get himself to come, but he knew that he would have to get the boy’s help to do so.
“Wook…” moaned Heechul, tired of one-sided senseless fucking.
Bored himself of just being plain used, Ryeowook growled, “Turn around and bend over.”
Happily obliging, Heechul made a motion to turn around, but as soon as he did he was suddenly attacked and brought down to the floor. Hungrily, Ryeowook flipped over the scared man himself and then licked just the right spot behind his ear. Although he was slightly scared of this lusty Ryeowook, Heechul let out a long moan as the boy let his tongue trace the linings of his ear and nibbled every so often on his earlobe.
“I want you to call out my name, I want to know you to know who’s fucking you, and I want to you enjoy this,” Ryeowook declared as he blasted his entire length into his unready partner’s asshole.
“KIM RYEOWOOK,” Heechul cried to the heavens, “FUCK, RYEOWOOK, FUCK.”
“Gladly…” Ryeowook cooed as he readied his balls for another assault, “Get ready. One, tw-“
“Yah!” Jongwoon shouted as he knocked on the door to the two’s room, “It’s 12:01 in the morning now, Ryeowook. You can put your pants on now.”
Ryeowook paused, then sighed briefly. Face flushed all over, he quickly got up and bowed his head to his confused hyung and then started rushing around the room to collect his clothes.
“Yo Wookie!” Heechul cried after the retreating figure, “Next Christmas, we start again. Got that?”
Ryeowook didn’t even look back to his abandoned hyung as he left the room, but the smile that he had on his face as he closed the door behind him told Heechul that his next Christmas was going to be epic.
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Beforewords;
“I didn’t have any money to get you any really expensive this year…” Jongwoon muttered as he shuffled his left foot around on the carpeted floor, “So would you be okay with me just giving Wookie as a slave for a night as a replacement gift?”
Heechul frowned and rolled his eyes but anyways said, “Blergh. He can’t be that bad."
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