Without chains
| Without chains | nc-17 | super junior | kangin/kyuhyun | 1067w |
Kangin/Kyuhyun PWP. Foreplay is overrated.
Kyuhyun lies back with a smirk and draws his knees to his chest. His ass is fully exposed and Kangin could see the pink, shiny hole between the plump cheeks. He swallows a moan, fingers going slack around the half-undone knot that's keeping him confined, and watches as Kyuhyun trails a lazy finger down his cock, around his balls, along the perineum and finally, finally into himself.
It slides out wet and shiny. When the realization hits, it goes straight to Kangin's much neglected cock.
"Fuck," He hisses, tugging at the knot desperately, "fuck, Kyuhyun you - when?"
"Before you woke up." Kyuhyun sighs, eyes half-lidded, and slips in another finger with a wince. Sighing, he digs a small tube from under his pillow, coats a finger with lube, and pushes in again.
"See, if you'd managed to get out sooner," He pants, as if this was all Kangin's fault. "I wouldn't have to do this in front of you."
Kangin's torn between watching Kyuhyun finger himself and focusing on the ties that hold him against the chair. The knot is probably simple, a few tugs and pulls at the right places and it'll come apart, but he finds it hard to spare even the merest of glances.
"Hyung." Kyuhyun moans, three fingers in and sounding more desperate by the minute. "Hyung, hurry. Damn it, there was a reason I left your hands free."
"Yeah well, you shouldn't have tied me up in the first place. God fucking knows I'm not Houdini here." He looks down finally, working at the knot with both hands, trying not to get distracted by Kyuhyun's encouragements and insults.
It finally comes apart when he fastens his teeth around the cord and just pulls, past dental work be damned. He stumbles when trying to untangle himself, body moving up and forward but a hand already going to his jeans, unzipping, pulling. By the time he tumbles into bed, his pants have been kicked off and his shirt missing a few buttons.
"I'm pretty angry about being tied up." Kangin whispers, face hovering inches above Kyuhyun's, hands pushing his legs apart until they're pressed chest-to-chest, "I know you're a goddamn tease, but that was going to far."
"I know." Kyuhyun says, smirk growing wider at the implied threat. Fuck, the kid actually likes it. "So what are you gonna do?"
"Oh, not much." Kangin shrugs and pushes into Kyuhyun in one swift movement.
It's tight. Fuck it's tight and slick and hot and that's probably Kyuhyun keening into his ear but Kangin can barely hear for roar of blood pounding in his ears. He thinks he calls Kyuhyun a slew of dirty names, bitch, whore, cockslut, and he means it all because the kid is the biggest tease on this side of the ocean. But some words pour out that he doesn't mean to say, things like "I want to do this forever," and "nobody else, just me. Ok? Just me."
He pushes in, hard and deep, and doesn't let go, instead using his momentum to lift Kyuhyun off the bed.
"Ride me," he demands, hands still pressing red marks into Kyuhyun's hips. "Work for it."
Kyuhyun braces his hands on Kangin's shoulders and twist his legs into a kneeling position. "If you say so." He slides up and slams down, sets himself a much faster pace than before, and really, Kangin's not complaining. He's much too busy watching the way sweat beads on the tip of Kyuhyun's fringe and gets flung off by his rough movements. He's not the type to linger over small things like this, but he tells himself that with this position, he has nothing else to look at.
Kangin knows that Kyuhyun's close from his increasingly erratic movements and, granted, there's a definite pressure building in his balls as well. He grasps the other mans hips once more, and pulls him down, taking care to aim deeply, and is rewarded by a loud moan on Kyuhyun's part.
"Saving the best for last, I see," Kyuhyun laughs, drawing harsh breaths, "now do that again."
"Glad you approve." Kangin smiles, and aims for that spot over and over again. He slides one hand from the curve of Kyuhyun's hip to wrap around the other man's cock, pulls him in long strokes to the rhythm of their thrusts. It doesn't take long until Kyuhyun's shaking, nails digging into his shoulders, crying for release that Kangin coaxes out of him bit by bit. Come runs in rivulets down his fist and splatters their chests, but Kangin licks it from his thumb with a shark-like grin.
He pushes Kyuhyun back against the bed and hastily wipes his hand against the bedsheets. He's close too, thrusts becoming faster and more shallow and Kyuhyun's thankful for that - the fading endorphin rush is leaving him sore.
"Come on," Kangin mumbles, "help me out here," and Kyuhyun clenches his ass as best as he can and pushes back against the other man, who groans loudly in response.
"Fuck, that's good." And it was. Tight and warm and he is so very close, because Kyuhyun's ass is clutching at him hard and he might be a slut a whore a whole slew of things that Kangin calls him on a daily basis, but he's definitely good at it-
His thoughts leave him when orgasm hits, blanks out to nothing but the thrum of pleasure in his veins and spastic nerve endings. He empties himself into Kyuhyun, who holds him close and runs gentle fingers through his hair until he comes down.
They collapse onto the bed, waiting for their heartbeats to calm. Kyuhyun practically kicks him aside to free the blanket trapped under, and throws it over them. When the harsh breathing dies down and Kangin feels himself drifting off, he hears soft laughter beside him. "What?" He asks, disgruntled.
"Forever? Just you?" Kyuhyun's laughs gain an edge Kangin can't quite decipher. "I never saw you as one of those guys who'd say anything during sex."
"Stuff slips out, you know." Kangin replies. His hand is fisting around the pillow and he's not quite sure why. "I'm sure you've got better things to do than hang with me all the time."
"Sure, hyung, g'night."
Kangin stares wide awake into the dark, he doesn't understand what has just happened, but he hopes nothing will change between them.
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I hadn't realized how much I've written for ficmemes and never posted here. Gonna try to go through them slowly over the next week or so. Sorry for the spam!
Kangin/Kyuhyun PWP. Foreplay is overrated.
Kyuhyun lies back with a smirk and draws his knees to his chest. His ass is fully exposed and Kangin could see the pink, shiny hole between the plump cheeks. He swallows a moan, fingers going slack around the half-undone knot that's keeping him confined, and watches as Kyuhyun trails a lazy finger down his cock, around his balls, along the perineum and finally, finally into himself.
It slides out wet and shiny. When the realization hits, it goes straight to Kangin's much neglected cock.
"Fuck," He hisses, tugging at the knot desperately, "fuck, Kyuhyun you - when?"
"Before you woke up." Kyuhyun sighs, eyes half-lidded, and slips in another finger with a wince. Sighing, he digs a small tube from under his pillow, coats a finger with lube, and pushes in again.
"See, if you'd managed to get out sooner," He pants, as if this was all Kangin's fault. "I wouldn't have to do this in front of you."
Kangin's torn between watching Kyuhyun finger himself and focusing on the ties that hold him against the chair. The knot is probably simple, a few tugs and pulls at the right places and it'll come apart, but he finds it hard to spare even the merest of glances.
"Hyung." Kyuhyun moans, three fingers in and sounding more desperate by the minute. "Hyung, hurry. Damn it, there was a reason I left your hands free."
"Yeah well, you shouldn't have tied me up in the first place. God fucking knows I'm not Houdini here." He looks down finally, working at the knot with both hands, trying not to get distracted by Kyuhyun's encouragements and insults.
It finally comes apart when he fastens his teeth around the cord and just pulls, past dental work be damned. He stumbles when trying to untangle himself, body moving up and forward but a hand already going to his jeans, unzipping, pulling. By the time he tumbles into bed, his pants have been kicked off and his shirt missing a few buttons.
"I'm pretty angry about being tied up." Kangin whispers, face hovering inches above Kyuhyun's, hands pushing his legs apart until they're pressed chest-to-chest, "I know you're a goddamn tease, but that was going to far."
"I know." Kyuhyun says, smirk growing wider at the implied threat. Fuck, the kid actually likes it. "So what are you gonna do?"
"Oh, not much." Kangin shrugs and pushes into Kyuhyun in one swift movement.
It's tight. Fuck it's tight and slick and hot and that's probably Kyuhyun keening into his ear but Kangin can barely hear for roar of blood pounding in his ears. He thinks he calls Kyuhyun a slew of dirty names, bitch, whore, cockslut, and he means it all because the kid is the biggest tease on this side of the ocean. But some words pour out that he doesn't mean to say, things like "I want to do this forever," and "nobody else, just me. Ok? Just me."
He pushes in, hard and deep, and doesn't let go, instead using his momentum to lift Kyuhyun off the bed.
"Ride me," he demands, hands still pressing red marks into Kyuhyun's hips. "Work for it."
Kyuhyun braces his hands on Kangin's shoulders and twist his legs into a kneeling position. "If you say so." He slides up and slams down, sets himself a much faster pace than before, and really, Kangin's not complaining. He's much too busy watching the way sweat beads on the tip of Kyuhyun's fringe and gets flung off by his rough movements. He's not the type to linger over small things like this, but he tells himself that with this position, he has nothing else to look at.
Kangin knows that Kyuhyun's close from his increasingly erratic movements and, granted, there's a definite pressure building in his balls as well. He grasps the other mans hips once more, and pulls him down, taking care to aim deeply, and is rewarded by a loud moan on Kyuhyun's part.
"Saving the best for last, I see," Kyuhyun laughs, drawing harsh breaths, "now do that again."
"Glad you approve." Kangin smiles, and aims for that spot over and over again. He slides one hand from the curve of Kyuhyun's hip to wrap around the other man's cock, pulls him in long strokes to the rhythm of their thrusts. It doesn't take long until Kyuhyun's shaking, nails digging into his shoulders, crying for release that Kangin coaxes out of him bit by bit. Come runs in rivulets down his fist and splatters their chests, but Kangin licks it from his thumb with a shark-like grin.
He pushes Kyuhyun back against the bed and hastily wipes his hand against the bedsheets. He's close too, thrusts becoming faster and more shallow and Kyuhyun's thankful for that - the fading endorphin rush is leaving him sore.
"Come on," Kangin mumbles, "help me out here," and Kyuhyun clenches his ass as best as he can and pushes back against the other man, who groans loudly in response.
"Fuck, that's good." And it was. Tight and warm and he is so very close, because Kyuhyun's ass is clutching at him hard and he might be a slut a whore a whole slew of things that Kangin calls him on a daily basis, but he's definitely good at it-
His thoughts leave him when orgasm hits, blanks out to nothing but the thrum of pleasure in his veins and spastic nerve endings. He empties himself into Kyuhyun, who holds him close and runs gentle fingers through his hair until he comes down.
They collapse onto the bed, waiting for their heartbeats to calm. Kyuhyun practically kicks him aside to free the blanket trapped under, and throws it over them. When the harsh breathing dies down and Kangin feels himself drifting off, he hears soft laughter beside him. "What?" He asks, disgruntled.
"Forever? Just you?" Kyuhyun's laughs gain an edge Kangin can't quite decipher. "I never saw you as one of those guys who'd say anything during sex."
"Stuff slips out, you know." Kangin replies. His hand is fisting around the pillow and he's not quite sure why. "I'm sure you've got better things to do than hang with me all the time."
"Sure, hyung, g'night."
Kangin stares wide awake into the dark, he doesn't understand what has just happened, but he hopes nothing will change between them.
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I hadn't realized how much I've written for ficmemes and never posted here. Gonna try to go through them slowly over the next week or so. Sorry for the spam!