Close To The Chaos (Outtake)
Title: Close To The Chaos (Outtake)
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The NC-17 outtake of the fourth month in Close To The Chaos. PWP, obviously.
A/N: I know CTTC was written in the first person whereas this one isn't, but it's only because I'd feel extremely odd writing a sexual scene from "my" POV. DDD: Also, not crossposted anywhere, because it's a gift. =p
Written as a present for my darlingest magnae shiryu_yugure to cheer her up.
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"Then why not, Jongwoon?” Ryeowook said softly, pressing himself closer against Yesung, his body heat shockingly fiery. “Why not?” he said, putting his hands on Yesung's shoulders and pushing him down into the pillows. “Why not?” he repeated, climbing right on top of Yesung, his hands pushing his t-shirt up, dancing over his abdomen and chest as he ground his hips downwards.
"Ryeowook - " was all Yesung managed to get out before Ryeowook swiveled his hips over Yesung's again, and oh god, Ryeowook was hard already, erection pressing insistently into him and inducing a reaction from Yesung that he didn't really want to have.
"See?" Ryeowook whispered breathily, fingers fluttering over Yesung's toned chest as his lips wandered over the hollow of Yesung's throat. "See how much I want you already?"
"Ryeowook, but - "
"No buts, Jongwoon," Ryeowook said firmly. "No protests."
He ground downwards again and Yesung gasped, feeling Ryeowook's lips curve into a satisfied smile against his neck. The next moment Ryeowook had taken Yesung's hand and pulled it between their bodies, pressing it against the front of his shorts, and Yesung swore as his fingers curled automatically and familiarly around Ryeowook.
"I need you so much, Jongwoon," Ryeowook whispered. "Please, I want you so bad, feel how much I want you." And he bucked into Yesung's grip and moaned, low and sensual and needy.
That was all it took to tear down the last of Yesung's resistance; he found himself pulling frantically at Ryeowook's shorts almost before he knew it, not even waiting for Ryeowook to kick them off fully before he wrapped his hand once again around Ryeowook's hardness, hot and pulsing and slick with the precome already trickling from the tip, He ran his thumb over it gently and was rewarded with a shudder and a groan from Ryeowook.
"Oh my god, Jongwoon," Ryeowook gasped as he grabbed Yesung's shorts and yanked them down himself, his hands urgent and demanding. "Four months, four fucking months, I'm going to burst."
Yesung had to agree with that, because when Ryeowook slithered down his body and took him into his mouth, it was all he could do to not explode on the spot into that warm wetness. Dimly, he wondered how he could ever have let four months pass by without touching Ryeowook, and then as Ryeowook did something with his tongue along his cock he groaned and bucked up automatically, vowing to never let this much time pass again, because now all he wanted to do was fuck Ryeowook into the mattress, and to hell with whether it was safe for the baby.
"Jongwoon..." Ryeowook said, mouth still around his cock, and Yesung shuddered - partly from the delicious vibrations, partly from the sound of his name being called with such blatant desire - "I can't wait anymore, Jongwoon..."
Yesung managed to lift his head and look down blearily, but the sight he was greeted with almost made him come right into Ryeowook's mouth, because there Ryeowook was, kneeling between his legs, sucking hungrily on him, and his hand - shit, his hand was between his own legs, moving and twisting in a way Yesung was all too familiar with, and he could only watch, body taut with desire, as Ryeowook fucked himself with his own fingers while sucking him off.
"Oh my god, Ryeowook-ah," he said hoarsely. "Oh shit - "
Ryeowook pulled off him then - Yesung gasped at the sudden loss of suction - and climbed back over him, his body practically shaking with need. He positioned himself over Yesung's cock and prepared to lower himself, when Yesung took hold of his hips, stopping him.
"Wait, wait, you're not properly prepped, it's dangerous," Yesung began, and Ryeowook grabbed his hands and threw them off him.
"Four fucking months, Jongwoon, if you don't fuck me now I'm going out of my mind," he gasped, and drove himself down.
They both cried out simultaneously, Yesung in shock, Ryeowook in pleasure-pain, but he didn't stop; he lifted himself up on his knees almost immediately, slamming himself back down again, and Yesung bit out a curse at the feel of Ryeowook clenching around him, hot and tight and oh god but he'd missed this feeling, missed the way Ryeowook swallowed him up inside, missed how Ryeowook felt, hot as a furnace and squeezing him dizzy and -
Ryeowook pushed himself down again and this time Yesung gave a thrust up at the same time, earning a small cry from Ryeowook. "Jongwoon - yes, that's it Jongwoon, fuck me, please - "
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll see stars, Ryeowook," Yesung growled, and he grasped Ryeowook's hips once more, stilling his movements before he arched his hips up hard into Ryeowook. Ryeowook's reaction was immediate; he threw his head back, baring his soft pale throat, and screamed.
"More!"
Yesung didn't need any further invitation. He held on to Ryeowook tightly, preventing him from moving, and thrust up as hard as he could, over and over and over. Ryeowook was limp in his grip, eyes squeezed shut, little moans falling from his lips, his head lolling forward and his hands fisting against Yesung's stomach as Yesung did his best to make up for the months of deprivation.
"I'm coming, Jongwoon," Ryeowook gasped. "Don't stop, I'm coming, don't stop, fuck me - oh, Jongwoon, Jongwoon!"
He arched his back into a graceful bow at the last word - Yesung felt him tightening almost painfully around him - and his words trailed off into a loud cry as he climaxed onto Yesung's torso, warm sticky fluid splattering as he shuddered violently, and Yesung couldn't hold back either. He felt his vision blur as the pleasure exploded in waves that rocked his entire body, four months' worth of pent-up need that he released into Ryeowook as Ryeowook fell forward limply against his chest.
It took several minutes for them both to calm down enough to speak.
"That was - that was so good, Jongwoon," Ryeowook mumbled.
"Yeah, yeah it was, " Yesung replied, kissing the top of Ryeowook's head gently.
"Please," Ryeowook murmured, his voice muffled against Yesung's chest. "If you ever let four months pass without sex again, I'll kill you."
"I won't, I promise," Yesung said.
Ryeowook swung a leg over him and pulled himself back on top of Yesung, eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed, and Yesung immediately felt wary at the look in his eyes. "What do you want now?"
"One more time?" Ryeowook asked, running his tongue over his lips and grinning wickedly.
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The NC-17 outtake of the fourth month in Close To The Chaos. PWP, obviously.
A/N: I know CTTC was written in the first person whereas this one isn't, but it's only because I'd feel extremely odd writing a sexual scene from "my" POV. DDD: Also, not crossposted anywhere, because it's a gift. =p
Written as a present for my darlingest magnae shiryu_yugure to cheer her up.
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"Then why not, Jongwoon?” Ryeowook said softly, pressing himself closer against Yesung, his body heat shockingly fiery. “Why not?” he said, putting his hands on Yesung's shoulders and pushing him down into the pillows. “Why not?” he repeated, climbing right on top of Yesung, his hands pushing his t-shirt up, dancing over his abdomen and chest as he ground his hips downwards.
"Ryeowook - " was all Yesung managed to get out before Ryeowook swiveled his hips over Yesung's again, and oh god, Ryeowook was hard already, erection pressing insistently into him and inducing a reaction from Yesung that he didn't really want to have.
"See?" Ryeowook whispered breathily, fingers fluttering over Yesung's toned chest as his lips wandered over the hollow of Yesung's throat. "See how much I want you already?"
"Ryeowook, but - "
"No buts, Jongwoon," Ryeowook said firmly. "No protests."
He ground downwards again and Yesung gasped, feeling Ryeowook's lips curve into a satisfied smile against his neck. The next moment Ryeowook had taken Yesung's hand and pulled it between their bodies, pressing it against the front of his shorts, and Yesung swore as his fingers curled automatically and familiarly around Ryeowook.
"I need you so much, Jongwoon," Ryeowook whispered. "Please, I want you so bad, feel how much I want you." And he bucked into Yesung's grip and moaned, low and sensual and needy.
That was all it took to tear down the last of Yesung's resistance; he found himself pulling frantically at Ryeowook's shorts almost before he knew it, not even waiting for Ryeowook to kick them off fully before he wrapped his hand once again around Ryeowook's hardness, hot and pulsing and slick with the precome already trickling from the tip, He ran his thumb over it gently and was rewarded with a shudder and a groan from Ryeowook.
"Oh my god, Jongwoon," Ryeowook gasped as he grabbed Yesung's shorts and yanked them down himself, his hands urgent and demanding. "Four months, four fucking months, I'm going to burst."
Yesung had to agree with that, because when Ryeowook slithered down his body and took him into his mouth, it was all he could do to not explode on the spot into that warm wetness. Dimly, he wondered how he could ever have let four months pass by without touching Ryeowook, and then as Ryeowook did something with his tongue along his cock he groaned and bucked up automatically, vowing to never let this much time pass again, because now all he wanted to do was fuck Ryeowook into the mattress, and to hell with whether it was safe for the baby.
"Jongwoon..." Ryeowook said, mouth still around his cock, and Yesung shuddered - partly from the delicious vibrations, partly from the sound of his name being called with such blatant desire - "I can't wait anymore, Jongwoon..."
Yesung managed to lift his head and look down blearily, but the sight he was greeted with almost made him come right into Ryeowook's mouth, because there Ryeowook was, kneeling between his legs, sucking hungrily on him, and his hand - shit, his hand was between his own legs, moving and twisting in a way Yesung was all too familiar with, and he could only watch, body taut with desire, as Ryeowook fucked himself with his own fingers while sucking him off.
"Oh my god, Ryeowook-ah," he said hoarsely. "Oh shit - "
Ryeowook pulled off him then - Yesung gasped at the sudden loss of suction - and climbed back over him, his body practically shaking with need. He positioned himself over Yesung's cock and prepared to lower himself, when Yesung took hold of his hips, stopping him.
"Wait, wait, you're not properly prepped, it's dangerous," Yesung began, and Ryeowook grabbed his hands and threw them off him.
"Four fucking months, Jongwoon, if you don't fuck me now I'm going out of my mind," he gasped, and drove himself down.
They both cried out simultaneously, Yesung in shock, Ryeowook in pleasure-pain, but he didn't stop; he lifted himself up on his knees almost immediately, slamming himself back down again, and Yesung bit out a curse at the feel of Ryeowook clenching around him, hot and tight and oh god but he'd missed this feeling, missed the way Ryeowook swallowed him up inside, missed how Ryeowook felt, hot as a furnace and squeezing him dizzy and -
Ryeowook pushed himself down again and this time Yesung gave a thrust up at the same time, earning a small cry from Ryeowook. "Jongwoon - yes, that's it Jongwoon, fuck me, please - "
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll see stars, Ryeowook," Yesung growled, and he grasped Ryeowook's hips once more, stilling his movements before he arched his hips up hard into Ryeowook. Ryeowook's reaction was immediate; he threw his head back, baring his soft pale throat, and screamed.
"More!"
Yesung didn't need any further invitation. He held on to Ryeowook tightly, preventing him from moving, and thrust up as hard as he could, over and over and over. Ryeowook was limp in his grip, eyes squeezed shut, little moans falling from his lips, his head lolling forward and his hands fisting against Yesung's stomach as Yesung did his best to make up for the months of deprivation.
"I'm coming, Jongwoon," Ryeowook gasped. "Don't stop, I'm coming, don't stop, fuck me - oh, Jongwoon, Jongwoon!"
He arched his back into a graceful bow at the last word - Yesung felt him tightening almost painfully around him - and his words trailed off into a loud cry as he climaxed onto Yesung's torso, warm sticky fluid splattering as he shuddered violently, and Yesung couldn't hold back either. He felt his vision blur as the pleasure exploded in waves that rocked his entire body, four months' worth of pent-up need that he released into Ryeowook as Ryeowook fell forward limply against his chest.
It took several minutes for them both to calm down enough to speak.
"That was - that was so good, Jongwoon," Ryeowook mumbled.
"Yeah, yeah it was, " Yesung replied, kissing the top of Ryeowook's head gently.
"Please," Ryeowook murmured, his voice muffled against Yesung's chest. "If you ever let four months pass without sex again, I'll kill you."
"I won't, I promise," Yesung said.
Ryeowook swung a leg over him and pulled himself back on top of Yesung, eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed, and Yesung immediately felt wary at the look in his eyes. "What do you want now?"
"One more time?" Ryeowook asked, running his tongue over his lips and grinning wickedly.