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Title: So Much for Quiet Places
Author: jess66six
Prompt: 016. Quiet Places
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating NC 17
Warnings: SMUT, AU, language
Summary: Ryeowook and Yesung are strangers, and pointless smut follows.
My 100 fic Archive: jess66six.livejournal.com/65087.html#cutid1
Author Note: So this only took me forever, sorry Thundersquall bb....I hope the Ryeowook smexyness makes up for it ^^
Yesung looked down at the sleeping form in front of him. He knew nothing of this boy, or how or why he stepped foot in this run down building. He couldn’t even tell what is used to be, that’s how bad its condition was. Maybe he just needed to get away from the real world for a moment-a quiet place.
But no, no he couldn’t escape reality because here was a human being laying in his way. He wasn’t even homeless, his clothes were fairly nice, maybe a little ripped but that was it. His hair looked like he just got a haircut, no there was no way this kid was homeless. Probably just a runaway. Yesung put a foot to his side, shoving him some so that he rolled over and woke up. The boy shot a look up at him, both confused and irritated.
“What are you doing here?” Yesung asked as if he had some kind of authority. He did, he mused, the kid looked, well, like a kid, and that gave him the authority of age.
“You’re not a cop…what do you care?” He smoothed the hair from his face, showing that it was just as spotless as he had expected.
“I wanted to be alone in here, then here you are.” He folded his arms, deciding that this was just a spoiled run away.
“Maybe I wanted to be alone too.” He shot him a glare, finally standing from the ground. He brushed himself off; a spoiled kid move.
“Whatever. Did your parents piss you off or something?” he received an angry look, his face appeared flawless with the closer proximity.
“They kicked me out.” His arms folded as well. “I kept bringing…people home.”
“Ah, so you’re a slut?” Yesung inquiring, hoping he would get angry and leave. He usually wasn’t a mean person but he had really wanted to enjoy this creepy, unstable, abandoned building by himself.
The boy looked at him with a scowl, what he had hoped for. “That depends…do you have any money?”
Yesung looked back at him, completely shocked. “How old are you even?”
The other smirked, taking a few paces towards him making him a bit uncomfortable. “Seventeen.” He grinned, that ‘I know something you don’t’ grin. That made Yesung very uneasy.
“You should get back home.” He stated, trying not to show his nervousness.
“No…” The boy put a finger to his lip. “I think we could have some fun, stranger.” He lead his hand down his chest, locking eyes with Yesung, probably bringing his hidden uneasy feeling to lay on display on his face. “My name is Ryeowook…”
“I-I don’t think we need to exchange names.” Yesung swallowed, taking an experimental step away from him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ryeowook’s hand latched onto his belt buckle, causing a very embarrassing ripple of arousal to shoot through his body. He felt his belt buckle being pulled and part of him wanted to run, while the other part wanted to stay, even see what else could go on. No, Yesung was a grown man. This kid was seventeen. This was wrong, and suddenly his hand had found his erection.
He gasped, he didn’t mean to but it was very audible. The boy grinned, instantly started to move his hand up and down along him. “You know,” He spoke with a new, husky tone to his voice. “You’re actually pretty sexy, stranger.”
Yesung wanted to say something, but he just couldn’t. All he could do was stand there, bite his lip and shamelessly move his hips to meet the boy’s hand. A little moan came from his mouth, he tried to bite it back but Ryeowook quite clearly heard it. He grinned, quickening his pace. His hand found the kid’s shoulder, gripping onto him for support.
“For someone who wants to be alone, you sure are enjoying yourself…” the voice purred in his ear, only causing him to loose it and come. He panted and immediately heard a chuckle. His sense came to him and he couldn’t believe he’d just let some strange seventeen year old boy give him a hand job.
It wasn’t just that, Yesung found. It was that he vastly enjoyed every second of it and the boy seemed to be so incredibly amused by his sudden suffering. “I…have to go.” It seemed like the best/worst thing to say, but if it got him out of there he was willing to do that.
“Mmmm…” He purred under his breath, keeping firm hold on the man’s arm. “I gave you something…it’s time you return the favor, stranger.”
He gulped again. “I…I--” Yesung couldn’t even find words. What did this kid want from him? As far as he recalled, he’d called him a slut. The last time he called someone a slut he was pretty sure that he was either scolded or slapped across the face. Now he was getting sexually pleasured instead…it seemed incredibly backwards. It wasn’t like this Ryeowook kid wasn’t hot either. Not like he had taken much noticed before he was rubbing his hand against his erection, but the boy’s face was beautiful.
“Fuck me.” He said roughly, startling Yesung.
“W…what?”
“You heard me.” He pulled at his shirt, buttons falling from the fabric almost like a rain. It revealed a fine line of bare flesh that the man found himself incredibly attracted to. His hands fell to his pants, pulling at the button himself as he backed into a wall. “Ugh….” Ryeowook whined. “I can’t seem to get these pants off…”
Yesung didn’t know he had it in him, or that he would be this kind of person, but he was over there in a second, ripping apart his pants. He felt the warm skin underneath feeling a shudder come down his spine. This was, without a doubt, the riskiest thing he’d ever done but that thought only made it hotter.
With a quick move to pull his pants down he pressed the boy’s body flush against the wall, loving the grunt he made at the rough contact. Ryeowook made a move back to his pants, fishing through his pocket before discarding the material all together. He pulled his hand up to reveal a small packet of lube with a smile.
“Always be prepared.” He smirked before pulling the package apart with his teeth. The sight brought a pain to Yesung’s already hard erection.
“Give me that.” The man demanded and the boy only laughed at his eagerness. He squeezed the package for all its worth, rubbing some onto his member before moving the rest to the boy’s entrance-any and all nervousness gone at the view of his mostly naked body.
“Mmmm…you know what you’re doing, stranger.” Ryeowook closed his eyes, squirming slightly against his touch. He became quickly frustrated at the presence of the man’s finger inside of him. “I said fuck me…there’s no need for that.”
Yesung listened. There was enough lube not to hurt him, and it wasn’t like he had to care about this boy anyway. Dwelling on those thoughts made him feel slimy so he went ahead and hoisted the body up against the wall. He pushed himself inside of him, moaning at the feel of his legs coming around his waist.
His thrusts started out a bit harsh, but it was hard to control them when he was so turned on. Not to mention Ryeowook’s little pants of breath quickly turned into moans and whimpers. The man bit down on his lip as his hands griped the other’s hip tightly.
“Ughhn...” The younger moaned, leaning over to bite at his skin only causing Yesung to thrust into him that much harder. The pants came back, mixed with whines and the starts of screams. So much for a quiet place.
“Ryeowook…ahnn…” The name fell from his lips more times than he would admit to and many embarrassing noises passed as well.
The grip around his waist became tighter as he hit a sensitive spot inside of his body that forced the first scream past his lips. The boy was sweating, gripping at him with nothing but lust behind his eyes.
Thrust after thrust, Yesung hit the spot that made him scream out. It quickly became like a drug, he needed to hear more of it so he thrust that much deeper. He felt his end coming though, and he tried desperately to hold out just a bit longer.
Ryeowook came first, releasing in between them and just a few more thrusts later, Yesung joined him in chaos. A long moan ripped from his throat and he gripped tightly to the body before him. His body shook and it took him a moment to regain himself and eventually lower the boy back to the ground.
The young kid looked at him, bringing his pants back to settle at his hips and fixing his hair back into place with a lick across his lips. He gave him a wink and a grin. “Thanks, stranger.”