2 Drabbles: Wake Up Call / Before Insomnia
2 drabbles - well, ficlets, really, that I wrote on a whim when certain... situations... inspired me to. darleenk persuaded me to post, so I will.
Warning: Both are totally PWP, expect nothing else.
Title: Wake Up Call
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 602
Summary: Inspired by their appearance on Sukira where Yesung said that he worries about Ryeowook skipping meals sometimes, and since he usually gets up before Ryeowook does, he'll wake him up and bring him out for breakfast every morning.
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Ryeowook was dreaming.It started off disjointed, flashes of him performing on one of the music shows, then on some variety show, then at the concert - moving rapidly from scene to scene in that slow-yet-abrupt way of dreams, and Ryeowook wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or if he was really out there performing because it all looked and felt so real.
And then the scene shifted again, and this time he was in a bathroom, back pressed against the wall, something holding on to his hands, and he looked down to see a shock of thick black hair moving back and forth between his legs and a pair of hands holding his own.
“Crap,” Ryeowook said aloud, because he still wasn’t sure if this was a dream or real, but then the person kneeling in front of him looked up and he saw it was Yesung, and then he knew for sure it was a dream because Yesung would never do such a thing.
Then Yesung smiled, Ryeowook’s cock still in his mouth, and Ryeowook smiled back because shit, since this was a dream, and such a nice dream, he might as well enjoy it, right? The next moment he had to suppress a moan as Yesung dipped his head forward again, swallowing Ryeowook’s entire length, and Ryeowook registered that, for a dream, Yesung’s mouth was tight and wet and terribly hot.
He bucked upwards automatically and felt himself slide into Yesung’s throat, and when Yesung started humming lightly Ryeowook was certain this was a dream, because nothing could feel this good in real life, the vibrations and tight muscles clenching and unclenching around his sensitive head and the heat - oh god, the heat of Yesung - and Yesung looking up at him and grinning wickedly all the while.
“Hyung, hyung, oh - “ Ryeowook moaned, trying to move so he could touch Yesung somehow, but Yesung held his hands down tightly and he could only flex his fingers as he moaned loudly and uncontrollably, not caring about his volume because well, this was just a dream, right?
With that thought, he decided he might as well go all out, and he began fucking Yesung’s mouth roughly, sliding in and out quickly, as he gasped and groaned and said things, filthy things that he would never dream of saying to Yesung or anyone else if he was awake, being utterly wanton and wanting and needy and always seeing Yesung’s gleaming eyes locked on his as he sucked Ryeowook hard and took every single thrust into his mouth.
“Fuck, Jongwoon, suck me harder, suck me like the little cockslut you are, goddamn you,” Ryeowook panted, looking back down at him with half-lidded eyes, and Yesung obliged, sliding his head forwards all the way again - Ryeowook felt himself bump against the back of Yesung’s throat - and then the suction came, unexpected and hard, and Ryeowook clenched his hands against the wall of the bathroom, fingers sinking into the softness as he exploded over and over into Yesung’s mouth, groaning Yesung’s name.
It wasn’t until he was coming down from his high that he realized something was wrong - the bathroom wall wasn’t supposed to be soft.
He shot upright then, eyes wide open now, to find himself sitting disheveled in his bed and Yesung kneeling between his spread legs, a smug grin on his face, his lips shiny with Ryeowook’s come.
“Hyung, oh my god!” Ryeowook squeaked, hardly daring to believe his eyes.
Yesung only smirked at him, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. “Good morning, Ryeowook-ah. Ready to go for breakfast?”
Title: Before Insomnia
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 833
Summary: Inspired by Ryeowook's (insanely sexy) solo during Super Show II.
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"Dammit, hyung, let me go!" Ryeowook said, hands on Yesung's shoulders and pushing, but Yesung had him pinned - no, crushed - against the wall of the dressing room and he couldn't move. He kicked out at Yesung, but the older man only grinned at him and lifted him up easily, so his feet weren't even touching the ground and he ended up kicking ineffectually at thin air.
"Hyung, hyung, stop it, what are you playing at, I have to be out there in 10 minutes!" Ryeowook hissed, his hands gripping on to Yesung's biceps, bulging with holding him up (though the way Yesung was smiling at him, it didn't seem to be taking him much effort).
"More than enough time," Yesung said quietly, and then Ryeowook opened his mouth to protest again but Yesung's mouth was suddenly on his, swallowing his words, his tongue delving greedily into Ryeowook's mouth and curling around Ryeowook's tongue, and Ryeowook could only think to himself "Dammit", as he felt himself weakening and his body grow limp in Yesung's arms, his feet still kicking against the wall and trying to find the floor.
When Yesung finally pulled away and his lips wandered to Ryeowook's throat, Ryeowook took the opportunity to gasp, "Hyung, not here, not now - oh god, I have 10 minutes - " even as his arms went around Yesung's neck and he swung his legs up around his waist, his hips automatically grinding forward to rub himself against Yesung's arousal, eliciting groans from both of them.
"Just to remind you who you really belong to, Ryeowook, when you're out there running your hands all over the dancer noona," Yesung said against his throat, propping Ryeowook up with one arm and a knee between Ryeowook’s legs as his other hand fumbled with Ryeowook's skinny jeans and tugged it down. He fished a tiny bottle of lube out of his own pocket before yanking his pants down, squeezing the cold liquid over himself.
"I'm not - I won't touch her, oh, hyung!" Ryeowook screamed out as Yesung thrust into him in a single stroke, pain exploding through his mind, before Yesung wrapped one hand around his cock and began stroking him quickly, roughly, in time to his own thrusts.
It was fast and rushed and painful, Yesung carving his possessiveness into Ryeowook's skin with every bite along his collarbones, every squeeze of his fingers against Ryeowook's delicate skin. It was also the hottest thing that Ryeowook had ever done, and before he knew it he was grinding back against Yesung, reduced to whimpers and moans and breathy pleas of "Harder, hyung, please, harder."
"You’re such a little slut, Ryeowook, shit," Yesung gasped just once before he let go of Ryeowook's cock and hoisted him up higher against the wall, fingers gripping his slim hips painfully, and then snapped his hips forward again and Ryeowook threw his head back, head hitting the wall, but he couldn't care now because Yesung was slamming into him hard, nailing the little bundle of nerves inside him and sending sparks of pleasure flaring in every nerve, and he wrapped his legs tighter around Yesung and moaned, "More, hyung, oh my god, please, fuck me harder - "
"I want you screaming my name when you come, Ryeowook, I want you to remember who's fucking you," Yesung panted, his thrusts growing faster and harder, his hands holding Ryeowook’s hips so firmly against the wall vivid red marks were blossoming on the pale skin of his tailbone and hipbones, and Ryeowook squeezed his eyes shut, nails clawing into Yesung's biceps.
"It's you, Jongwoon, it's only you, fuck me, fuck me hard please, Jongwoon, Jongwoon!" Ryeowook let his words trail off in a loud cry as he came, untouched, all over himself, all over Yesung, his small body shuddering uncontrollably, and he felt Yesung breathe against his throat, "Fuck, yes" as he emptied himself inside him.
Ryeowook was still panting and shaking when Yesung pulled wetly out of him. He was flushed and perspiring, but his eyes glittered darkly as he set Ryeowook back down on the floor gently before pulling up Ryeowook's jeans and doing them up for him.
"Hyung - Jongwoon, I need to clean myself," Ryeowook said admonishingly, hands going to unbutton his jeans again, but Yesung stopped him.
"No," Yesung said, grinning. "Go out there like this, I want you to feel me dripping out of you as you dance with her."
Ryeowook stared openmouthed at Yesung, but before he could do anything the door to the dressing room burst open and an aide came running in, telling Ryeowook it was time for his solo.
The last thing Ryeowook saw before the aide grabbed his arm and led him out of the room was Yesung's smug grin, and with every step he took he could feel warm liquid trickling out of him and pooling at the seat of his jeans, drying in sticky sheets against the skin of his thighs.
Warning: Both are totally PWP, expect nothing else.
Title: Wake Up Call
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 602
Summary: Inspired by their appearance on Sukira where Yesung said that he worries about Ryeowook skipping meals sometimes, and since he usually gets up before Ryeowook does, he'll wake him up and bring him out for breakfast every morning.
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Ryeowook was dreaming.It started off disjointed, flashes of him performing on one of the music shows, then on some variety show, then at the concert - moving rapidly from scene to scene in that slow-yet-abrupt way of dreams, and Ryeowook wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or if he was really out there performing because it all looked and felt so real.
And then the scene shifted again, and this time he was in a bathroom, back pressed against the wall, something holding on to his hands, and he looked down to see a shock of thick black hair moving back and forth between his legs and a pair of hands holding his own.
“Crap,” Ryeowook said aloud, because he still wasn’t sure if this was a dream or real, but then the person kneeling in front of him looked up and he saw it was Yesung, and then he knew for sure it was a dream because Yesung would never do such a thing.
Then Yesung smiled, Ryeowook’s cock still in his mouth, and Ryeowook smiled back because shit, since this was a dream, and such a nice dream, he might as well enjoy it, right? The next moment he had to suppress a moan as Yesung dipped his head forward again, swallowing Ryeowook’s entire length, and Ryeowook registered that, for a dream, Yesung’s mouth was tight and wet and terribly hot.
He bucked upwards automatically and felt himself slide into Yesung’s throat, and when Yesung started humming lightly Ryeowook was certain this was a dream, because nothing could feel this good in real life, the vibrations and tight muscles clenching and unclenching around his sensitive head and the heat - oh god, the heat of Yesung - and Yesung looking up at him and grinning wickedly all the while.
“Hyung, hyung, oh - “ Ryeowook moaned, trying to move so he could touch Yesung somehow, but Yesung held his hands down tightly and he could only flex his fingers as he moaned loudly and uncontrollably, not caring about his volume because well, this was just a dream, right?
With that thought, he decided he might as well go all out, and he began fucking Yesung’s mouth roughly, sliding in and out quickly, as he gasped and groaned and said things, filthy things that he would never dream of saying to Yesung or anyone else if he was awake, being utterly wanton and wanting and needy and always seeing Yesung’s gleaming eyes locked on his as he sucked Ryeowook hard and took every single thrust into his mouth.
“Fuck, Jongwoon, suck me harder, suck me like the little cockslut you are, goddamn you,” Ryeowook panted, looking back down at him with half-lidded eyes, and Yesung obliged, sliding his head forwards all the way again - Ryeowook felt himself bump against the back of Yesung’s throat - and then the suction came, unexpected and hard, and Ryeowook clenched his hands against the wall of the bathroom, fingers sinking into the softness as he exploded over and over into Yesung’s mouth, groaning Yesung’s name.
It wasn’t until he was coming down from his high that he realized something was wrong - the bathroom wall wasn’t supposed to be soft.
He shot upright then, eyes wide open now, to find himself sitting disheveled in his bed and Yesung kneeling between his spread legs, a smug grin on his face, his lips shiny with Ryeowook’s come.
“Hyung, oh my god!” Ryeowook squeaked, hardly daring to believe his eyes.
Yesung only smirked at him, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. “Good morning, Ryeowook-ah. Ready to go for breakfast?”
Title: Before Insomnia
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 833
Summary: Inspired by Ryeowook's (insanely sexy) solo during Super Show II.
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"Dammit, hyung, let me go!" Ryeowook said, hands on Yesung's shoulders and pushing, but Yesung had him pinned - no, crushed - against the wall of the dressing room and he couldn't move. He kicked out at Yesung, but the older man only grinned at him and lifted him up easily, so his feet weren't even touching the ground and he ended up kicking ineffectually at thin air.
"Hyung, hyung, stop it, what are you playing at, I have to be out there in 10 minutes!" Ryeowook hissed, his hands gripping on to Yesung's biceps, bulging with holding him up (though the way Yesung was smiling at him, it didn't seem to be taking him much effort).
"More than enough time," Yesung said quietly, and then Ryeowook opened his mouth to protest again but Yesung's mouth was suddenly on his, swallowing his words, his tongue delving greedily into Ryeowook's mouth and curling around Ryeowook's tongue, and Ryeowook could only think to himself "Dammit", as he felt himself weakening and his body grow limp in Yesung's arms, his feet still kicking against the wall and trying to find the floor.
When Yesung finally pulled away and his lips wandered to Ryeowook's throat, Ryeowook took the opportunity to gasp, "Hyung, not here, not now - oh god, I have 10 minutes - " even as his arms went around Yesung's neck and he swung his legs up around his waist, his hips automatically grinding forward to rub himself against Yesung's arousal, eliciting groans from both of them.
"Just to remind you who you really belong to, Ryeowook, when you're out there running your hands all over the dancer noona," Yesung said against his throat, propping Ryeowook up with one arm and a knee between Ryeowook’s legs as his other hand fumbled with Ryeowook's skinny jeans and tugged it down. He fished a tiny bottle of lube out of his own pocket before yanking his pants down, squeezing the cold liquid over himself.
"I'm not - I won't touch her, oh, hyung!" Ryeowook screamed out as Yesung thrust into him in a single stroke, pain exploding through his mind, before Yesung wrapped one hand around his cock and began stroking him quickly, roughly, in time to his own thrusts.
It was fast and rushed and painful, Yesung carving his possessiveness into Ryeowook's skin with every bite along his collarbones, every squeeze of his fingers against Ryeowook's delicate skin. It was also the hottest thing that Ryeowook had ever done, and before he knew it he was grinding back against Yesung, reduced to whimpers and moans and breathy pleas of "Harder, hyung, please, harder."
"You’re such a little slut, Ryeowook, shit," Yesung gasped just once before he let go of Ryeowook's cock and hoisted him up higher against the wall, fingers gripping his slim hips painfully, and then snapped his hips forward again and Ryeowook threw his head back, head hitting the wall, but he couldn't care now because Yesung was slamming into him hard, nailing the little bundle of nerves inside him and sending sparks of pleasure flaring in every nerve, and he wrapped his legs tighter around Yesung and moaned, "More, hyung, oh my god, please, fuck me harder - "
"I want you screaming my name when you come, Ryeowook, I want you to remember who's fucking you," Yesung panted, his thrusts growing faster and harder, his hands holding Ryeowook’s hips so firmly against the wall vivid red marks were blossoming on the pale skin of his tailbone and hipbones, and Ryeowook squeezed his eyes shut, nails clawing into Yesung's biceps.
"It's you, Jongwoon, it's only you, fuck me, fuck me hard please, Jongwoon, Jongwoon!" Ryeowook let his words trail off in a loud cry as he came, untouched, all over himself, all over Yesung, his small body shuddering uncontrollably, and he felt Yesung breathe against his throat, "Fuck, yes" as he emptied himself inside him.
Ryeowook was still panting and shaking when Yesung pulled wetly out of him. He was flushed and perspiring, but his eyes glittered darkly as he set Ryeowook back down on the floor gently before pulling up Ryeowook's jeans and doing them up for him.
"Hyung - Jongwoon, I need to clean myself," Ryeowook said admonishingly, hands going to unbutton his jeans again, but Yesung stopped him.
"No," Yesung said, grinning. "Go out there like this, I want you to feel me dripping out of you as you dance with her."
Ryeowook stared openmouthed at Yesung, but before he could do anything the door to the dressing room burst open and an aide came running in, telling Ryeowook it was time for his solo.
The last thing Ryeowook saw before the aide grabbed his arm and led him out of the room was Yesung's smug grin, and with every step he took he could feel warm liquid trickling out of him and pooling at the seat of his jeans, drying in sticky sheets against the skin of his thighs.