Tattoo
Title: Tattoo
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,218
Summary: Ryeowook gets a tattoo, and Yesung likes it. Very much so. PWP.
Born out of this conversation:
thundersquall: I have such a huge kink for tattoos
thundersquall: Even Kangin's ungrammatical tattoo, when I see it I just want to run my tongue all over it
darleenk: Seriously? I can never get over bad grammar. D:
thundersquall: ... I need to write something involving tattoos now
darleenk: Pairing? (Do I even need to ask?)
thundersquall: Don't ask, you know the pairing already D:
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When Ryeowook comes home one day with a huge grin on his face and a tattoo along the line of his hipbone, it's all Yesung can do to not come in his pants right there and then because fuck, he's never realised how hot Ryeowook would look with a tattoo.
It's that innocent face Ryeowook has that really does him in; he's smiling and sweet and soft and all so guileless, even as he peels his singlet off and sways towards Yesung, the tattoo peeking out teasingly from the waistband of his jeans and rolling with every feline step.
So innocent, so controlled, but such a fucking tease.
Ryeowook stops right in front of Yesung where he's sitting on the edge of their bed and Yesung licks his lips hungrily, unable to tear his eyes away from the patterns of dark blue over the jut of his hipbone, standing out starkly against pale creamy skin. Ryeowook spreads his legs just slightly, watching as Yesung swallows at the sight of the denim sliding down just that little bit further and revealing more of the tattoo.
"Want a taste?" Ryeowook whispers, running a slender finger down Yesung's jawline.
When Yesung still doesn't move he climbs up on the bed, kneeling with his legs on either side of Yesung's thighs, moving himself closer to Yesung so the tattoo dances tantalisingly mere inches away from his face. He brings his finger down, and Yesung's eyes grow wider and his pants grow tighter as Ryeowook gently traces the outline of his tattoo with his fingertip.
"Want a taste?" he whispers again, voice breathy and low and completely unlike his usual one. "Want a taste, hyung? Want a - "
Yesung moves so fast he surprises even himself. His mind's almost blank, but his hands are sure as they tear at the button of Ryeowook's jeans, pull at the zipper, tug at the tight material until it pools at his knees and Yesung can see the entire tattoo, a dragon with its tail curling almost to Ryeowook's thigh.
"Oh fuck, Ryeowook," he groans as a fresh rush of blood into his already hard cock pushes it uncomfortably against his pants. "Fuck, fuck."
Ryeowook only laughs, and Yesung can't help but lean forward even as his hands go round Ryeowook to cup his butt and pull him closer, closer, until his lips finally meet Ryeowook's skin, hot and flushed under his touch. He flicks his tongue out and drags it torturously slowly over the tattoo from tail to tip, feeling Ryeowook shudder in his hands and his laughter turn into soft moans. It excites him incredibly, seeing Ryeowook suddenly so needy and desperate for him. So controlled and cool, and such a tease, but so easily undone by Yesung's mouth and hands and the mere feel of Yesung's skin against his, and Yesung feels a rush of pleasure and pride at how quickly he can turn Ryeowook into a quivering mess.
He spends hours, it seems, just playing with that tattoo, tracing his tongue over the outline, the slight raised ridges exciting him even more at the contrast between its roughness and the silky perfection of Ryeowook's skin, the way it feels in his mouth as he moves from the softness of Ryeowook's thigh up to the sharp edge of his hipbone, until Ryeowook is wriggling and panting and he's almost begging for Yesung to fuck him into next week.
Yesung's lips never leave Ryeowook's skin, licking unhurriedly at the indelible deep blue, as he slides a hand gently over the swell of Ryeowook's butt, fingers slipping expertly into that tight heat that is all Ryeowook and feeling rather than hearing his moan, the vibrations of the sound travelling through his lips and right through his own body as the blood pounds in his ears.
Ryeowook's shaking and whimpering by the time Yesung pulls his fingers out of him and begins tearing at his own pants, lifting his hips up off the bed so he can pull them off completely - his arousal presses teasingly against Ryeowook as he does that and Ryeowook whimpers again, louder - and he finally lifts his head from the tattoo and tilts his face upwards so he can press kisses against Ryeowook's throat even as his hands grip the smaller boy's hips and drag him downwards on him, feeling him clench instinctively as he grabs Yesung's shoulders and cries out.
It's hot, so searingly hot, and tight, as Ryeowook begins riding him, a slow measured raising and lowering of his knees that soon turns into wild abandoned rocking on top of Yesung, angling himself so that Yesung hits him where he wants it. Yesung wraps one hand around Ryeowook's hardness and strokes him as he writhes in front of him, his teeth biting lovebites into Ryeowook's neck and shoulders and collarbones and chest, his other hand sinking into the soft flesh at Ryeowook's hip and leaving deep purple marks next to his tattoo.
It's somehow such a turn-on to Yesung, the way sweat beads and glistens over the tattoo as Ryeowook rocks against him, and Yesung runs his thumb over it, watching in fascination as Ryeowook throws his head back and drives himself down harder on Yesung at the feel of Yesung's thumb rubbing wetly at it.
"Hyung, hyung..." Ryeowook whines softly, and Yesung responds to the unspoken plea by curling his arm around Ryeowook and swinging him down onto the bed, both of them still joined, before he yanks Ryeowook's hips upwards off the bed and buries himself to the hilt in that suffocating heat.
The tattoo's fully exposed to his view like this as he thrusts in and out of Ryeowook, undulating with every movement the both of them make, and Yesung finds himself maddened by the sight of the dark blue dragon on Ryeowook's otherwise fair, unblemished skin. It really sets him off, making him slam into Ryeowook harder and deeper until Ryeowook's screaming, screaming his name, screaming in the pure unadulterated pleasure only Yesung can give him as he arches his back and comes in a long violent paroxysm.
The feel and sight of Ryeowook's climax makes Yesung want to just empty himself all over Ryeowook's insides, but he holds out until Ryeowook's shudders stop before he pulls out quickly. Ryeowook's eyes, still hazy with his orgasm, widen in surprise until Yesung climbs over him and sits on his thighs, hands urgently stroking himself once, twice, before he explodes all over Ryeowook's tattoo, streaks of white splattering on the inked skin and blotting it out, mingling with Ryeowook's own come.
Yesung's still panting and shaking when Ryeowook suddenly brings his fingers down to his hipbone and smears the fluid on it over his tattoo, and despite having only just come Yesung's getting turned on again at the sight of those delicate fingers swirling their mixed ejaculate. Ryeowook wipes the fluid off just enough that the tattoo's visible but for a fine wet sheen over it before he smiles sweetly at Yesung, looking ever so innocent once more - at least until he slides his tongue out and begins lapping at both his and Yesung's come on his fingers.
"Oh fuck, Ryeowook, fuck," Yesung bites out as he leans over to kiss him, and Ryeowook laughs into the kiss, tasting of salt and musk and Yesung knows: Ryeowook's back in control again.
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,218
Summary: Ryeowook gets a tattoo, and Yesung likes it. Very much so. PWP.
Born out of this conversation:
thundersquall: I have such a huge kink for tattoos
thundersquall: Even Kangin's ungrammatical tattoo, when I see it I just want to run my tongue all over it
darleenk: Seriously? I can never get over bad grammar. D:
thundersquall: ... I need to write something involving tattoos now
darleenk: Pairing? (Do I even need to ask?)
thundersquall: Don't ask, you know the pairing already D:
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When Ryeowook comes home one day with a huge grin on his face and a tattoo along the line of his hipbone, it's all Yesung can do to not come in his pants right there and then because fuck, he's never realised how hot Ryeowook would look with a tattoo.
It's that innocent face Ryeowook has that really does him in; he's smiling and sweet and soft and all so guileless, even as he peels his singlet off and sways towards Yesung, the tattoo peeking out teasingly from the waistband of his jeans and rolling with every feline step.
So innocent, so controlled, but such a fucking tease.
Ryeowook stops right in front of Yesung where he's sitting on the edge of their bed and Yesung licks his lips hungrily, unable to tear his eyes away from the patterns of dark blue over the jut of his hipbone, standing out starkly against pale creamy skin. Ryeowook spreads his legs just slightly, watching as Yesung swallows at the sight of the denim sliding down just that little bit further and revealing more of the tattoo.
"Want a taste?" Ryeowook whispers, running a slender finger down Yesung's jawline.
When Yesung still doesn't move he climbs up on the bed, kneeling with his legs on either side of Yesung's thighs, moving himself closer to Yesung so the tattoo dances tantalisingly mere inches away from his face. He brings his finger down, and Yesung's eyes grow wider and his pants grow tighter as Ryeowook gently traces the outline of his tattoo with his fingertip.
"Want a taste?" he whispers again, voice breathy and low and completely unlike his usual one. "Want a taste, hyung? Want a - "
Yesung moves so fast he surprises even himself. His mind's almost blank, but his hands are sure as they tear at the button of Ryeowook's jeans, pull at the zipper, tug at the tight material until it pools at his knees and Yesung can see the entire tattoo, a dragon with its tail curling almost to Ryeowook's thigh.
"Oh fuck, Ryeowook," he groans as a fresh rush of blood into his already hard cock pushes it uncomfortably against his pants. "Fuck, fuck."
Ryeowook only laughs, and Yesung can't help but lean forward even as his hands go round Ryeowook to cup his butt and pull him closer, closer, until his lips finally meet Ryeowook's skin, hot and flushed under his touch. He flicks his tongue out and drags it torturously slowly over the tattoo from tail to tip, feeling Ryeowook shudder in his hands and his laughter turn into soft moans. It excites him incredibly, seeing Ryeowook suddenly so needy and desperate for him. So controlled and cool, and such a tease, but so easily undone by Yesung's mouth and hands and the mere feel of Yesung's skin against his, and Yesung feels a rush of pleasure and pride at how quickly he can turn Ryeowook into a quivering mess.
He spends hours, it seems, just playing with that tattoo, tracing his tongue over the outline, the slight raised ridges exciting him even more at the contrast between its roughness and the silky perfection of Ryeowook's skin, the way it feels in his mouth as he moves from the softness of Ryeowook's thigh up to the sharp edge of his hipbone, until Ryeowook is wriggling and panting and he's almost begging for Yesung to fuck him into next week.
Yesung's lips never leave Ryeowook's skin, licking unhurriedly at the indelible deep blue, as he slides a hand gently over the swell of Ryeowook's butt, fingers slipping expertly into that tight heat that is all Ryeowook and feeling rather than hearing his moan, the vibrations of the sound travelling through his lips and right through his own body as the blood pounds in his ears.
Ryeowook's shaking and whimpering by the time Yesung pulls his fingers out of him and begins tearing at his own pants, lifting his hips up off the bed so he can pull them off completely - his arousal presses teasingly against Ryeowook as he does that and Ryeowook whimpers again, louder - and he finally lifts his head from the tattoo and tilts his face upwards so he can press kisses against Ryeowook's throat even as his hands grip the smaller boy's hips and drag him downwards on him, feeling him clench instinctively as he grabs Yesung's shoulders and cries out.
It's hot, so searingly hot, and tight, as Ryeowook begins riding him, a slow measured raising and lowering of his knees that soon turns into wild abandoned rocking on top of Yesung, angling himself so that Yesung hits him where he wants it. Yesung wraps one hand around Ryeowook's hardness and strokes him as he writhes in front of him, his teeth biting lovebites into Ryeowook's neck and shoulders and collarbones and chest, his other hand sinking into the soft flesh at Ryeowook's hip and leaving deep purple marks next to his tattoo.
It's somehow such a turn-on to Yesung, the way sweat beads and glistens over the tattoo as Ryeowook rocks against him, and Yesung runs his thumb over it, watching in fascination as Ryeowook throws his head back and drives himself down harder on Yesung at the feel of Yesung's thumb rubbing wetly at it.
"Hyung, hyung..." Ryeowook whines softly, and Yesung responds to the unspoken plea by curling his arm around Ryeowook and swinging him down onto the bed, both of them still joined, before he yanks Ryeowook's hips upwards off the bed and buries himself to the hilt in that suffocating heat.
The tattoo's fully exposed to his view like this as he thrusts in and out of Ryeowook, undulating with every movement the both of them make, and Yesung finds himself maddened by the sight of the dark blue dragon on Ryeowook's otherwise fair, unblemished skin. It really sets him off, making him slam into Ryeowook harder and deeper until Ryeowook's screaming, screaming his name, screaming in the pure unadulterated pleasure only Yesung can give him as he arches his back and comes in a long violent paroxysm.
The feel and sight of Ryeowook's climax makes Yesung want to just empty himself all over Ryeowook's insides, but he holds out until Ryeowook's shudders stop before he pulls out quickly. Ryeowook's eyes, still hazy with his orgasm, widen in surprise until Yesung climbs over him and sits on his thighs, hands urgently stroking himself once, twice, before he explodes all over Ryeowook's tattoo, streaks of white splattering on the inked skin and blotting it out, mingling with Ryeowook's own come.
Yesung's still panting and shaking when Ryeowook suddenly brings his fingers down to his hipbone and smears the fluid on it over his tattoo, and despite having only just come Yesung's getting turned on again at the sight of those delicate fingers swirling their mixed ejaculate. Ryeowook wipes the fluid off just enough that the tattoo's visible but for a fine wet sheen over it before he smiles sweetly at Yesung, looking ever so innocent once more - at least until he slides his tongue out and begins lapping at both his and Yesung's come on his fingers.
"Oh fuck, Ryeowook, fuck," Yesung bites out as he leans over to kiss him, and Ryeowook laughs into the kiss, tasting of salt and musk and Yesung knows: Ryeowook's back in control again.