(drabble) Oppress, Undress
Ryeowook's abs are beautiful sobs. This is a special celebratory porno brought to you by seme!wookie tq. Horribly written, be warned :D
Oppress, Undress | R
Ryeowook/Kyuhyun
The eternal magnae isn't as weak as he remembered.
The pain registers in Kyuhyun's head the moment his back meets the cool and unrelenting surface of the metal lockers in the changing rooms backstage. Although he was much taller than his assailant, he finds himself unable to fight back, his arms are pinned firmly on either sides of his head.
"Ryeowook," Kyuhyun whimpers quietly when he finally collects his thoughts and puts a name to the handsome face hovering just inches away from his. The initial panic disappears and he is instantly enveloped by anticipation. There is softness in Ryeowook's dark eyes that does not translate from his rough touches upon the younger man's body. He lets go of Kyuhyun's left wrist and immediately slips downwards in between their bodies to cup Kyuhyun's growing erection. Kyuhyun moans sharply and surges his hips forward as Ryeowook gropes him a little less gently.
Another hand slides into Kyuhyun's light coloured hair. "I want to fuck you, Kyu-ah," Ryeowook whispers into Kyuhyun's ears, a domineering side Kyuhyun never sees and it makes his lust blown eyes widen. His protest doesn't come out because Ryeowook is crashing their mouths together a second later and slipping his tongue pass his parted lips. His hand moves into the front of Kyuhyun's jeans and he swallows every sensual mewl that escapes Kyuhyun's mouth when he runs fingertips along the pulsating length confined inside tight briefs.
In between of their messy liplocks and grinding bodies, they manage to divest their shirts, unbuckle belts and end up naked against each other on the small red sofa nearby. Kyuhyun is straddling Ryeowook's bare hips, unable to turn their positions around as Ryeowook has such a bruising grip onto his wrists to hold him down, but he's too busy sucking on Ryeowook's tongue and rubbing his tight opening onto the older man's hard length prodding in between his legs anyway.
Kyuhyun seems to fall into the role of the bottom so easily, being intoxicated by Ryeowook's newly surfaced dominating trait. Something has changed in Ryeowook, he has noticed for a long time now, but preparations for their comeback activities has distracted him and stole him from his lover for a long time. In the end, he really just misses Ryeowook too much.
He mouths hungrily at the perked buds on Ryeowook's chest and he feels satisfied knowing that they're still Ryeowook's weak spot because the man underneath him arches and moans loudly. He feels the pressure on his wrists disappear and he lowers his body down the length of Ryeowook's body, his fingers trembling as they trail down Ryeowook's torso.
"You're perfect," Kyuhyun murmurs softly, mesmerised by the visible ridges of Ryeowook's abdominal muscles. He knows how hard his lover has been training to have these. Ryeowook laughs lowly and maybe there are sweet tinges of pink in his cheeks. He drops his head and presses his lips over them, letting his tongue run over every dip of Ryeowook's torso. "I could worship every part of your body," Kyuhyun whispers as he moves lower and his warm breath dusts over the leaking head of Ryeowook's erection. The hard length twitches under his gaze.
"Then why don't you start by blowing me?" Ryeowook says cheekily, dark blush on his beautiful face, a little flustered by his own unexpected brazen words. Kyuhyun grins at his lover and goes on to erase that smile with the expert flicks of his tongue on the heated length.
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Oppress, Undress | R
Ryeowook/Kyuhyun
The eternal magnae isn't as weak as he remembered.
The pain registers in Kyuhyun's head the moment his back meets the cool and unrelenting surface of the metal lockers in the changing rooms backstage. Although he was much taller than his assailant, he finds himself unable to fight back, his arms are pinned firmly on either sides of his head.
"Ryeowook," Kyuhyun whimpers quietly when he finally collects his thoughts and puts a name to the handsome face hovering just inches away from his. The initial panic disappears and he is instantly enveloped by anticipation. There is softness in Ryeowook's dark eyes that does not translate from his rough touches upon the younger man's body. He lets go of Kyuhyun's left wrist and immediately slips downwards in between their bodies to cup Kyuhyun's growing erection. Kyuhyun moans sharply and surges his hips forward as Ryeowook gropes him a little less gently.
Another hand slides into Kyuhyun's light coloured hair. "I want to fuck you, Kyu-ah," Ryeowook whispers into Kyuhyun's ears, a domineering side Kyuhyun never sees and it makes his lust blown eyes widen. His protest doesn't come out because Ryeowook is crashing their mouths together a second later and slipping his tongue pass his parted lips. His hand moves into the front of Kyuhyun's jeans and he swallows every sensual mewl that escapes Kyuhyun's mouth when he runs fingertips along the pulsating length confined inside tight briefs.
In between of their messy liplocks and grinding bodies, they manage to divest their shirts, unbuckle belts and end up naked against each other on the small red sofa nearby. Kyuhyun is straddling Ryeowook's bare hips, unable to turn their positions around as Ryeowook has such a bruising grip onto his wrists to hold him down, but he's too busy sucking on Ryeowook's tongue and rubbing his tight opening onto the older man's hard length prodding in between his legs anyway.
Kyuhyun seems to fall into the role of the bottom so easily, being intoxicated by Ryeowook's newly surfaced dominating trait. Something has changed in Ryeowook, he has noticed for a long time now, but preparations for their comeback activities has distracted him and stole him from his lover for a long time. In the end, he really just misses Ryeowook too much.
He mouths hungrily at the perked buds on Ryeowook's chest and he feels satisfied knowing that they're still Ryeowook's weak spot because the man underneath him arches and moans loudly. He feels the pressure on his wrists disappear and he lowers his body down the length of Ryeowook's body, his fingers trembling as they trail down Ryeowook's torso.
"You're perfect," Kyuhyun murmurs softly, mesmerised by the visible ridges of Ryeowook's abdominal muscles. He knows how hard his lover has been training to have these. Ryeowook laughs lowly and maybe there are sweet tinges of pink in his cheeks. He drops his head and presses his lips over them, letting his tongue run over every dip of Ryeowook's torso. "I could worship every part of your body," Kyuhyun whispers as he moves lower and his warm breath dusts over the leaking head of Ryeowook's erection. The hard length twitches under his gaze.
"Then why don't you start by blowing me?" Ryeowook says cheekily, dark blush on his beautiful face, a little flustered by his own unexpected brazen words. Kyuhyun grins at his lover and goes on to erase that smile with the expert flicks of his tongue on the heated length.
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