Operation "To Resist Ryeowook" (100 SuJu Challenge)
Theme #16: Quiet Places
Title: Operation “To Resist Ryeowook”
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, which may be quite fortunate for them.
Summary: Yesung is extremely attracted to Ryeowook, except that he can’t quite bring himself to despoil the innocent eternal magnae. But what he doesn’t know is that Ryeowook is more devious than he could ever be.
Dedicated to todefinebeauty, all the YeWook ideas she puts into my head, and because, according to her, “Ryeowook manipulates the other members with his cuteness and Yesung would be like 'I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING >:O' and Wook would be all '*blinkblink* what are you talking about?' and then later at night he'd be all sneaky and smirky and sexy and 'no one would believe you anyway, hyung' and Yesung would get all frustrated but also secretly a little pleased because he's the only one who gets to see him like that completely” . Babe, I’m leaving the bathtub for another prompt, but I hope you'll like this in the meantime. =)
Also to
ch_ar_me, for giving me the best Yesung visual ever. I quote her: “Considering how powerful his throat is, and those ad-libs, imagine the vibrations. HE CAN WORK THAT THROAT DAMMIT.”
And last but not least, to
jangmi_jongwoon, for sharing all my kinks. =) I’m waiting for that piano! =p
Yesung wonders if Ryeowook is doing it on purpose.
Rehearsal for their new choreography has finished, and Yesung enters the changing rooms, only to find that the other members have already crowded in there, using all the shower stalls that he can see. He sighs as he walks along the long line of stalls to the end, thinking about the t-shirt plastered to his sweaty back and wishing that they can hurry up so he can get it off him and change into something dry and clean.
He’s absorbed in his own discomfort, so he gets a shock when Ryeowook peels back the curtain of one of the stalls and grins at him.
“Hyung, waiting for a shower space?” he asks.
Yesung nods jerkily, and even that simple movement takes him a while because Ryeowook has nothing on but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips (very loosely) and hanging low enough (very low) to expose the sharp curve of a hipbone. Ryeowook is dripping, his wet hair is finger-combed fully back from his face to accentuate his high cheekbones, and Yesung doesn’t know exactly why, but he suddenly feels as if all his senses have taken leave of him.
He chokes, however, at Ryeowook’s next words: “Want to come in and bathe with me, hyung? I don’t mind.”
Yesung summons all the willpower he has and says sternly, “What’s wrong with you, Ryeowook?”
Ryeowook stares back at him, head tilted to one side, innocence written on every pore. “Why, hyung?” he asks, in an amazingly breathy voice which is poles apart from his usual high, clear one. “We already share the same bedroom, anyway. It’s just a bath together, right, hyung?”
Yesung stares at him a few more moments before choking out, “Stop calling me hyung in that… that tone of voice.”
Ryeowook continues looking as innocent as a newborn baby, head still tilted charmingly, but when he speaks his voice is even huskier than ever. “Why not… hyung?”
Yesung turns and runs, ignoring the surprised shouts of the members as they see him flailing wildly past them to the door.
But later, when he thinks about it, he feels really bad, because obviously all Ryeowook wanted to do was be nice to him and offer him a place to shower quickly. After all, Ryeowookie is the innocent, sweet, caring eternal magnae.
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Yesung thinks that there’s a possibility Ryeowook is doing it on purpose.
He has just walked into the kitchen, eyes still puffy from sleep, hoping that Ryeowook is in there and already has a cup of coffee waiting for him (and maybe even breakfast too).
Ryeowook is indeed in there, but he’s sitting in front of a fruit platter eating off it with his fingers, and he smiles brightly when he sees Yesung. “Good morning, hyung!” he chirps.
“Morning,” Yesung says, not really paying attention. “Listen, Wook-ah, did you make me coff -“ and he trails off as Ryeowook, seemingly oblivious to his question, brings up a sticky finger to his mouth. The tip of his pink tongue slides out and glides up his index finger, then his middle, licking the fruit juices off it, before he ever so slowly pushes it into his mouth to suck on it, smiling all the time at Yesung.
Yesung gulps. It’s only 6:30 in the morning, he hasn’t had his coffee yet, and he hasn’t even managed to bring his morning erection down entirely yet. And now, to his horror, he feels it springing back to life.
“Hmmm…? What was it, hyung?” Ryeowook asks softly, slipping his finger out of his mouth and reaching out for a small wedge of sliced apple. As Yesung watches, he lifts it with two delicate fingers, purses those raspberry lips of his, and inserts the fruit - bit by bit - into his mouth, slurping and licking and taking little bites in between working his tongue around it.
“Wha -“ Yesung’s voice is hoarse, and he clears his throat. “W-What are you trying to do, Ryeowook?”
Ryeowook looks at him, all big eyes in a heart-shaped face. “I’m eating, hyung, obviously. Want some?” And he pulls the half-eaten apple wedge from his lips and holds it out to Yesung. It’s glistening with his saliva, and Yesung almost swallows his tongue as he tries to reply.
He decides it would be best not to try to talk after all, and takes a few steps backwards before turning (again) and running for the bathroom.
Later, when he replays the scene in his head, he decides that Ryeowook simply doesn’t know about the innuendoes behind his fruit-eating. He’s the eternal magnae, for goodness’ sake, and Yesung ought to be ashamed of himself for thinking of Ryeowook in that way.
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Yesung suspects that Ryeowook really is doing it on purpose.
Ryeowook is lying on Yesung’s bed in their shared bedroom, comforter pulled up to his waist, pouting slightly as he goes through the sheets of music he’s holding, occasionally humming the tune to himself.
“Wook-ah, that’s my bed,” Yesung barks, grumpy from too little sleep. “Go back to your own and sleep there.”
Ryeowook stops humming and sits up, and it’s then that Yesung notices that he’s wearing one of his shirts too, which is a size too big for him and the scoop neckline falls over one of his shoulders, exposing smooth skin and neck and collarbone. Yesung stops breathing for a moment before he recollects where he is and what he’s supposed to be doing.
“Ryeowook, that’s my bed you’re on, I need it back. Now,” he growls. “And why are you in my shirt?”
Ryeowook flings the comforter aside and slides himself off the bed, still staring at Yesung. When he stands, he stretches, and Yesung realizes that (shit) Ryeowook is wearing a pair of black boxer briefs under the baggy shirt which are cupping his ass and molding to his thighs in a very enticing manner. Somewhere in his mind, Yesung wonders how the hell did Ryeowook manage to find a shirt that is loose enough to hang off his shoulder, but yet still short enough to show his tight boxers.
Ryeowook smiles lazily, eyes slightly unfocused, as he pads towards Yesung, looking for all the world like a very contented, very pleased, very sexy cat.
“Don’t mind me, hyung,” he whispers, as he comes right up to Yesung and presses his chest against him. “I just wanted to wear something that smells of you.”
Yesung blinks. “W-wook-ah, wait, w-why… I mean, what… I mean…”
Ryeowook presses himself even closer, and Yesung feels himself being pushed against the wall. “It’s only because, hyung, you smell so good. So. Damned. Good.”
And he presses his head into the crook of Yesung’s neck, and Yesung stiffens, as he feels Ryeowook’s lips tickling his skin there, and the sharp inhalation of breath from the smaller boy.
Then Ryeowook lifts his head and smiles harmlessly, and suddenly the sexiness is gone and he’s back to being just Ryeowook, the eternal magnae. “That’s what I mean, hyung, You smell really nice, and it’s comforting to me.”
Yesung doesn’t speak. He can’t, because the sudden switches of Ryeowook between insanely hot to sweetly guileless are throwing all his neurons into overdrive and he has no brain capacity left to do anything else.
And then Ryeowook lowers his eyelids and peers up at Yesung through his long lashes, and Yesung catches a glimpse of his pearly white teeth as he bites down on his lower lip before letting it slowly go, and he says in a low voice, “I love the way you smell, hyung, so much.”
And Yesung can feel his brain exploding because Ryeowook looks so damned fuckable, and he is the ETERNAL MAGNAE and innocence incarnate and what the hell is Yesung thinking!
He lets out a hoarse cry of frustration as he flees from the room. He will end up spending the night on the couch, in the living room, worrying Leeteuk who thinks that he and Ryeowook had a fight, but he can’t bring himself to tell the leader that he needs to stay out there or he will end up raping the only pure boy left in the group.
On the other hand, after he’s calmer, he starts worrying about Ryeowook, wondering if he’s feeling sad or insecure or worried or stressed about something. After all, he did use his shirt only because it comforts him, right? And to think Yesung had the cheek to get horny over the poor boy.
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Yesung knows, for certain, that Ryeowook is doing it on purpose.
He knows because he has just woken up to an odd slurping noise, and there is a weird but strangely familiar feeling of heat pooled in his lower stomach, and that hot wetness feels really good for some reason, and - OH.
“Ryeowook!” he cries in a strangled voice, fully awake now and scrabbling backwards on the bed, staring in horror as the innocent (not so innocent after all) eternal magnae’s (WHAT magnae? He sure knows how to do this well for a DAMN magnae) head and lips and mouth follow his throbbing hardness (and how long has Ryeowook been doing this to get him this hard?).
Ryeowook looks up, and even in the dim light Yesung can see that his lips are swollen and red and, for goodness’ sake, looking so kissable.
“Yes, hyung?” he asks breathily.
“What - what the fuck do you think you’re doing, Ryeowook?” Yesung sputters.
Ryeowook smiles - not his usual guileless smile, but one that is dark and seductive and teasing, and full of promise. He begins to crawl upwards over Yesung, rubbing his body against his, legs on either side of Yesung’s hips, hands on either side of Yesung’s head. When they’re at eye level, he lowers his head so close to Yesung’s that the tips of their noses are touching, and then he whispers, “What the fuck do I think I’m doing? Well, for starters, I really want to fuck you, hyung.”
And with that, he crushes his lips against Yesung’s, hard enough to bruise, and Yesung gasps through the kiss when he feels Ryeowook’s searching tongue pry his lips open, and lash against his own. He can still taste a slight taste of himself on Ryeowook, musky and salty, and that turns him on so much he can’t help but run his hands down Ryeowook’s body and push his t-shirt up, his fingers fluttering against the smooth skin of the younger man’s back and ribs.
But then he realizes that, goddamn it, this is Ryeowook he’s touching, Ryeowook he’s kissing back fiercely, Ryeowook he’s grinding himself against, and into his mind pops the images of all the members and what they will say and do to him when they find out he has defiled the group’s darling little Wookie. And with all the willpower he can muster, he grips Ryeowook and peels him away from him, propping him up so that he sits on Yesung’s stomach, panting, hair disheveled and looking so adorably confused but oh, so unbelievably fuckable at the same time.
“Wook, just... just stop this, please, you’re our baby, I can’t do this, and Teukie-hyung will slaughter me… What was I thinking, I can’t touch you, damn it,” he stutters, and attempts to dislodge Ryeowook from his stomach but Ryeowook simply places a finger to his lips, and he stops moving.
“But hyung… I want you,” he says, and Yesung jumps as Ryeowook reaches behind him and wraps a hand around his throbbing cock, thumbing the head gently, and when Yesung opens his mouth to moan Ryeowook slips his finger inside it.
This is when Yesung thinks to himself, fuck it, and he begins sucking on Ryeowook’s finger, as his hands scramble to tear Ryeowook’s shirt off, as Ryeowook smiles serenely above him, relentlessly pumping away at his hardness.
Yesung’s going to explode soon, because he’s already so turned on from Ryeowook’s earlier ministrations, and now Ryeowook’s hand is stroking and gliding over him, and he manages to choke out, “Wook-ah, I-I’m almost…”
As if on cue, Ryeowook automatically stops moving. “That’s fast, hyung. Impatient much?”
Yesung sits up and tangles his fingers in Ryeowook’s hair, bringing him to his mouth and growling, “Stop being such a fucking tease, you’re driving me crazy.”
Ryeowook laughs softly as Yesung’s mouth travels to his neck, licking and biting and bruising. “Me? Hyung, I’ve done everything I can think of to get into your pants, and you always, always run off, and you’re calling me a tease?”
Yesung pauses in his exploration of Ryeowook’s shoulder as the memories of the last few weeks come rushing back. “You mean you were trying to seduce me?” he asks incredulously, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that adorable, sweet, quiet Ryeowook wants to get him into bed.
“In the worst way, hyung. But you were always so unresponsive I decided I needed to take… drastic action.”
“And there I was worrying about you and thinking I would destroy your innocence if I touched you!”
Ryeowook chuckles. “Make it up to me then… hyung.”
Yesung doesn’t need asking twice as he lifts Ryeowook to his feet on the floor next to the bed, his hands tearing at Ryeowook’s boxers until they’re pooled around one ankle. He places his hands on Ryeowook’s hips, looking up at the smaller boy, who’s blinking down at him and looking just as innocent as the day he was born.
“I’ll make it up to you all right, my throat isn’t made just to sing,” he growls.
He flicks his tongue experimentally across the head of Ryeowook’s penis, already wet with precome, and smiles to himself as Ryeowook throws his head back and clenches his hands into fists at his sides. Humming softly, he takes more of Ryeowook’s length into his mouth, knowing he can feel the vibrations along his cheeks and tongue and teeth, and notes how Ryeowook squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip to stop himself from moaning.
He decides he can’t have that, because he wants to hear Ryeowook moan.
“Want to hear me sing Forget Me Now, Wook-ah?” he asks around a mouthful of cock.
“What?” Ryeowook asks, opening his eyes and staring down at him as he tries to understand what Yesung has just said.
“Forget Me Now. Our song. K.R.Y.’s song,” Yesung says, still not removing his mouth from Ryeowook and enjoying how the ripples and movements of him talking are making the other man shudder.
“You want to sing? Now?” Ryeowook asks, astonished, after he figures out Yesung’s impeded-by-Ryeowook-in-mouth sentence.
Yesung doesn’t bother replying, but just swallows Ryeowook in deep enough that he can feel him nudging the back of his throat, but not quite enough to provoke his gag reflex, and then he launches into the song.
He sings carefully, as if he were on stage, dipping into the low notes and soaring powerfully at the high parts, and he is rewarded when, two lines into the chorus, Ryeowook shivers, then chokes out a strangled cry, and then moans, “Oh fuck, hyung, that's so good…”
He continues to sing diligently, paying special attention to his vibrato, and he knows Ryeowook can feel it all around him: his tongue swirling, his mouth humming, and the strong vibrations from his singer’s throat buffeting rhythmically against the sensitive head of Ryeowook’s cock, and Ryeowook’s legs are so weak that Yesung has to wrap an arm around his waist to hold him up.
He’s really into it, and he’s getting ready for Ryeowook to come, when he feels Ryeowook curl his fingers into his hair and pull him away.
“What?” he asks indignantly.
Ryeowook is panting, cheeks flushed and looking cherubic, but his eyes are dark and glassy and filled with lust. “Not yet, hyung. Turn over first.”
“Excuse me?”
“Turn over. I want you on your hands and knees.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Yesung sputters, eyes wide as he sees Ryeowook taking a bottle of lube from the bedside table and lubing up his fingers.
Ryeowook hushes him. “I promise, I’ll be gentle. Trust me, hyung?” And without waiting for Yesung to reply he pulls him up to his feet to kiss him, hard, and while they’re kissing Yesung feels, with a growing panic, Ryeowook’s slick finger rubbing up in between his legs and his butt, searching for his entrance.
“No - “ he begins to say, but Ryeowook swallows his protest with his mouth and slips one finger past the tight ring of muscle. Yesung winces and involuntarily bites down on Ryeowook’s lip at the intrusion.
“Relax, hyung, or it’ll be worse,” Ryeowook says gently.
He tries to listen, tries to relax, but when Ryeowook slips a second finger in he yelps a little and grips Ryeowook’s shoulders hard enough to bruise.
“Hyung, don’t worry, don’t fight me, you have to relax and let me in,” Ryeowook whispers but Yesung shakes his head, hot tears prickling behind his eyelids.
Ryeowook kisses him gently, licking and nibbling at his lips, and then wraps his free hand around Yesung’s cock and begins teasing it, stroking it in long, languid movements, gliding his thumb over the head, and smiling into their kiss when Yesung gasps and automatically loosens up. Keeping his hand on Yesung to distract him, Ryeowook moves his fingers further into Yesung, searching for the spot that will make Yesung forget the pain.
He knows he’s found it when he feels his fingertips brush a spongy little nub, and Yesung’s eyes snap wide open as he chokes out a groan into Ryeowook’s mouth, and involuntarily he grinds his hips down onto Ryeowook’s fingers in search of that glorious feeling again.
This time, when he feels Ryeowook pulling his fingers out and grasping his shoulders to turn him around, he doesn’t hesitate, but bends over the bed, hands splayed on the mattress, feet firmly on the floor. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Ryeowook lubing himself up, and the sight of that makes him feel faint as he remembers the taste of Ryeowook in his mouth and the feel of his fingers brushing his prostrate.
Then Ryeowook is there, eyes hooded and dark, and he feels the tip of Ryeowook’s penis at his entrance, and he takes a deep breath, thinking he’s going to slowly push himself in, but he doesn’t expect it at all when Ryeowook snaps his hips forward and drives himself all the way in with one stroke.
“FUCK!” Yesung cries, as the pain tears through him, and he’s certain Ryeowook has ripped him in half.
Ryeowook’s hand curls around his cock again, pulling at it, and he hears the younger man say, “Trust me, hyung, please, it’ll be worse if I do it slowly.”
They both stay still for a while as Yesung adjusts to the feeling of Ryeowook inside him, and as Ryeowook keeps on stroking him, he gradually feels the heat of the pain give way to another sort of heat, and he growls slightly as he moves his hips backwards, nudging Ryeowook to continue.
Ryeowook pulls out of him slowly and he feels the burn of the friction, but he grits his teeth, and then Ryeowook begins to slide back in equally slowly, and carries on at the same leisurely pace. After a minute of this he finds himself responding by bucking his hips back, urging him to go faster.
Ryeowook stops then, and Yesung hears him say laughingly, “Hyung, you really like this, don’t you?”
“Shut up and fuck me already,” Yesung snaps.
“I’m trying to be gentle, hyung,” Ryeowook admonishes.
“Fuck gentle, just start fucking me hard, you little tease, and if you don’t I swear -“
“Ok then,” Ryeowook interrupts, and plunges forward, hard, and then pulls himself out equally fast before slamming himself into Yesung again, and settles into a blindingly fast rhythm.
Yesung thinks he may have screamed, but he isn’t certain, because Ryeowook is going like a machine, hard and rough and raw, and the pain and pleasure are melting deliciously into one, even as the force of Ryeowook’s thrusts are making his knees pound against the bedframe and he’s certain they will be bruised, but he doesn’t care anymore because Ryeowook has grabbed both his arms and pulled them up and back, holding them so that Yesung’s back is arched and his head is thrown up, and then he feels Ryeowook shift a little higher, and slam into him from a different angle, hitting exactly where Yesung wants him to hit.
And this time, Yesung knows he’s definitely screaming.
He grips on to Ryeowook’s forearms for better purchase and begins to rock back to his rhythm, and Ryeowook pounds mercilessly into him, hitting his prostrate dead on. Spots of white begin appearing in Yesung’s vision with each powerful thrust as the pleasure becomes blinding and much too much to bear.
“R-Ryeowook-ah… I can’t… I’m g-going to…” he gasps.
“Come for me, hyung,” Ryeowook says behind him, and at the sound of his voice he can’t hold back anymore, and he simply lets go and comes all over the sheets, without Ryeowook even touching his cock, the world a cocoon of pure unbridled pleasure around him.
The feel of his muscles contracting and pulsing is too much for Ryeowook as well, and he spills himself into Yesung with a harsh cry before collapsing to the side, pulling Yesung on top of him so that he avoids the soiled part of the sheets.
The place is quiet except for their labored breathing, but then Ryeowook props himself up on one elbow to look down at Yesung, who notes tiredly that his eyes are sparkling and he seems as awake as ever.
“That was good, Wook-ah,” he says, closing his eyes again.
He feels Ryeowook’s lips ghost over his cheek as the other boy says, “So, when will you be up for another round?”
Yesung turns his head blindly and finds Ryeowook’s lips, kissing him hungrily. “So much for being the innocent eternal magnae.”
Title: Operation “To Resist Ryeowook”
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, which may be quite fortunate for them.
Summary: Yesung is extremely attracted to Ryeowook, except that he can’t quite bring himself to despoil the innocent eternal magnae. But what he doesn’t know is that Ryeowook is more devious than he could ever be.
Dedicated to todefinebeauty, all the YeWook ideas she puts into my head, and because, according to her, “Ryeowook manipulates the other members with his cuteness and Yesung would be like 'I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING >:O' and Wook would be all '*blinkblink* what are you talking about?' and then later at night he'd be all sneaky and smirky and sexy and 'no one would believe you anyway, hyung' and Yesung would get all frustrated but also secretly a little pleased because he's the only one who gets to see him like that completely” . Babe, I’m leaving the bathtub for another prompt, but I hope you'll like this in the meantime. =)
Also to
ch_ar_me, for giving me the best Yesung visual ever. I quote her: “Considering how powerful his throat is, and those ad-libs, imagine the vibrations. HE CAN WORK THAT THROAT DAMMIT.”
And last but not least, to
jangmi_jongwoon, for sharing all my kinks. =) I’m waiting for that piano! =p
Yesung wonders if Ryeowook is doing it on purpose.
Rehearsal for their new choreography has finished, and Yesung enters the changing rooms, only to find that the other members have already crowded in there, using all the shower stalls that he can see. He sighs as he walks along the long line of stalls to the end, thinking about the t-shirt plastered to his sweaty back and wishing that they can hurry up so he can get it off him and change into something dry and clean.
He’s absorbed in his own discomfort, so he gets a shock when Ryeowook peels back the curtain of one of the stalls and grins at him.
“Hyung, waiting for a shower space?” he asks.
Yesung nods jerkily, and even that simple movement takes him a while because Ryeowook has nothing on but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips (very loosely) and hanging low enough (very low) to expose the sharp curve of a hipbone. Ryeowook is dripping, his wet hair is finger-combed fully back from his face to accentuate his high cheekbones, and Yesung doesn’t know exactly why, but he suddenly feels as if all his senses have taken leave of him.
He chokes, however, at Ryeowook’s next words: “Want to come in and bathe with me, hyung? I don’t mind.”
Yesung summons all the willpower he has and says sternly, “What’s wrong with you, Ryeowook?”
Ryeowook stares back at him, head tilted to one side, innocence written on every pore. “Why, hyung?” he asks, in an amazingly breathy voice which is poles apart from his usual high, clear one. “We already share the same bedroom, anyway. It’s just a bath together, right, hyung?”
Yesung stares at him a few more moments before choking out, “Stop calling me hyung in that… that tone of voice.”
Ryeowook continues looking as innocent as a newborn baby, head still tilted charmingly, but when he speaks his voice is even huskier than ever. “Why not… hyung?”
Yesung turns and runs, ignoring the surprised shouts of the members as they see him flailing wildly past them to the door.
But later, when he thinks about it, he feels really bad, because obviously all Ryeowook wanted to do was be nice to him and offer him a place to shower quickly. After all, Ryeowookie is the innocent, sweet, caring eternal magnae.
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Yesung thinks that there’s a possibility Ryeowook is doing it on purpose.
He has just walked into the kitchen, eyes still puffy from sleep, hoping that Ryeowook is in there and already has a cup of coffee waiting for him (and maybe even breakfast too).
Ryeowook is indeed in there, but he’s sitting in front of a fruit platter eating off it with his fingers, and he smiles brightly when he sees Yesung. “Good morning, hyung!” he chirps.
“Morning,” Yesung says, not really paying attention. “Listen, Wook-ah, did you make me coff -“ and he trails off as Ryeowook, seemingly oblivious to his question, brings up a sticky finger to his mouth. The tip of his pink tongue slides out and glides up his index finger, then his middle, licking the fruit juices off it, before he ever so slowly pushes it into his mouth to suck on it, smiling all the time at Yesung.
Yesung gulps. It’s only 6:30 in the morning, he hasn’t had his coffee yet, and he hasn’t even managed to bring his morning erection down entirely yet. And now, to his horror, he feels it springing back to life.
“Hmmm…? What was it, hyung?” Ryeowook asks softly, slipping his finger out of his mouth and reaching out for a small wedge of sliced apple. As Yesung watches, he lifts it with two delicate fingers, purses those raspberry lips of his, and inserts the fruit - bit by bit - into his mouth, slurping and licking and taking little bites in between working his tongue around it.
“Wha -“ Yesung’s voice is hoarse, and he clears his throat. “W-What are you trying to do, Ryeowook?”
Ryeowook looks at him, all big eyes in a heart-shaped face. “I’m eating, hyung, obviously. Want some?” And he pulls the half-eaten apple wedge from his lips and holds it out to Yesung. It’s glistening with his saliva, and Yesung almost swallows his tongue as he tries to reply.
He decides it would be best not to try to talk after all, and takes a few steps backwards before turning (again) and running for the bathroom.
Later, when he replays the scene in his head, he decides that Ryeowook simply doesn’t know about the innuendoes behind his fruit-eating. He’s the eternal magnae, for goodness’ sake, and Yesung ought to be ashamed of himself for thinking of Ryeowook in that way.
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Yesung suspects that Ryeowook really is doing it on purpose.
Ryeowook is lying on Yesung’s bed in their shared bedroom, comforter pulled up to his waist, pouting slightly as he goes through the sheets of music he’s holding, occasionally humming the tune to himself.
“Wook-ah, that’s my bed,” Yesung barks, grumpy from too little sleep. “Go back to your own and sleep there.”
Ryeowook stops humming and sits up, and it’s then that Yesung notices that he’s wearing one of his shirts too, which is a size too big for him and the scoop neckline falls over one of his shoulders, exposing smooth skin and neck and collarbone. Yesung stops breathing for a moment before he recollects where he is and what he’s supposed to be doing.
“Ryeowook, that’s my bed you’re on, I need it back. Now,” he growls. “And why are you in my shirt?”
Ryeowook flings the comforter aside and slides himself off the bed, still staring at Yesung. When he stands, he stretches, and Yesung realizes that (shit) Ryeowook is wearing a pair of black boxer briefs under the baggy shirt which are cupping his ass and molding to his thighs in a very enticing manner. Somewhere in his mind, Yesung wonders how the hell did Ryeowook manage to find a shirt that is loose enough to hang off his shoulder, but yet still short enough to show his tight boxers.
Ryeowook smiles lazily, eyes slightly unfocused, as he pads towards Yesung, looking for all the world like a very contented, very pleased, very sexy cat.
“Don’t mind me, hyung,” he whispers, as he comes right up to Yesung and presses his chest against him. “I just wanted to wear something that smells of you.”
Yesung blinks. “W-wook-ah, wait, w-why… I mean, what… I mean…”
Ryeowook presses himself even closer, and Yesung feels himself being pushed against the wall. “It’s only because, hyung, you smell so good. So. Damned. Good.”
And he presses his head into the crook of Yesung’s neck, and Yesung stiffens, as he feels Ryeowook’s lips tickling his skin there, and the sharp inhalation of breath from the smaller boy.
Then Ryeowook lifts his head and smiles harmlessly, and suddenly the sexiness is gone and he’s back to being just Ryeowook, the eternal magnae. “That’s what I mean, hyung, You smell really nice, and it’s comforting to me.”
Yesung doesn’t speak. He can’t, because the sudden switches of Ryeowook between insanely hot to sweetly guileless are throwing all his neurons into overdrive and he has no brain capacity left to do anything else.
And then Ryeowook lowers his eyelids and peers up at Yesung through his long lashes, and Yesung catches a glimpse of his pearly white teeth as he bites down on his lower lip before letting it slowly go, and he says in a low voice, “I love the way you smell, hyung, so much.”
And Yesung can feel his brain exploding because Ryeowook looks so damned fuckable, and he is the ETERNAL MAGNAE and innocence incarnate and what the hell is Yesung thinking!
He lets out a hoarse cry of frustration as he flees from the room. He will end up spending the night on the couch, in the living room, worrying Leeteuk who thinks that he and Ryeowook had a fight, but he can’t bring himself to tell the leader that he needs to stay out there or he will end up raping the only pure boy left in the group.
On the other hand, after he’s calmer, he starts worrying about Ryeowook, wondering if he’s feeling sad or insecure or worried or stressed about something. After all, he did use his shirt only because it comforts him, right? And to think Yesung had the cheek to get horny over the poor boy.
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Yesung knows, for certain, that Ryeowook is doing it on purpose.
He knows because he has just woken up to an odd slurping noise, and there is a weird but strangely familiar feeling of heat pooled in his lower stomach, and that hot wetness feels really good for some reason, and - OH.
“Ryeowook!” he cries in a strangled voice, fully awake now and scrabbling backwards on the bed, staring in horror as the innocent (not so innocent after all) eternal magnae’s (WHAT magnae? He sure knows how to do this well for a DAMN magnae) head and lips and mouth follow his throbbing hardness (and how long has Ryeowook been doing this to get him this hard?).
Ryeowook looks up, and even in the dim light Yesung can see that his lips are swollen and red and, for goodness’ sake, looking so kissable.
“Yes, hyung?” he asks breathily.
“What - what the fuck do you think you’re doing, Ryeowook?” Yesung sputters.
Ryeowook smiles - not his usual guileless smile, but one that is dark and seductive and teasing, and full of promise. He begins to crawl upwards over Yesung, rubbing his body against his, legs on either side of Yesung’s hips, hands on either side of Yesung’s head. When they’re at eye level, he lowers his head so close to Yesung’s that the tips of their noses are touching, and then he whispers, “What the fuck do I think I’m doing? Well, for starters, I really want to fuck you, hyung.”
And with that, he crushes his lips against Yesung’s, hard enough to bruise, and Yesung gasps through the kiss when he feels Ryeowook’s searching tongue pry his lips open, and lash against his own. He can still taste a slight taste of himself on Ryeowook, musky and salty, and that turns him on so much he can’t help but run his hands down Ryeowook’s body and push his t-shirt up, his fingers fluttering against the smooth skin of the younger man’s back and ribs.
But then he realizes that, goddamn it, this is Ryeowook he’s touching, Ryeowook he’s kissing back fiercely, Ryeowook he’s grinding himself against, and into his mind pops the images of all the members and what they will say and do to him when they find out he has defiled the group’s darling little Wookie. And with all the willpower he can muster, he grips Ryeowook and peels him away from him, propping him up so that he sits on Yesung’s stomach, panting, hair disheveled and looking so adorably confused but oh, so unbelievably fuckable at the same time.
“Wook, just... just stop this, please, you’re our baby, I can’t do this, and Teukie-hyung will slaughter me… What was I thinking, I can’t touch you, damn it,” he stutters, and attempts to dislodge Ryeowook from his stomach but Ryeowook simply places a finger to his lips, and he stops moving.
“But hyung… I want you,” he says, and Yesung jumps as Ryeowook reaches behind him and wraps a hand around his throbbing cock, thumbing the head gently, and when Yesung opens his mouth to moan Ryeowook slips his finger inside it.
This is when Yesung thinks to himself, fuck it, and he begins sucking on Ryeowook’s finger, as his hands scramble to tear Ryeowook’s shirt off, as Ryeowook smiles serenely above him, relentlessly pumping away at his hardness.
Yesung’s going to explode soon, because he’s already so turned on from Ryeowook’s earlier ministrations, and now Ryeowook’s hand is stroking and gliding over him, and he manages to choke out, “Wook-ah, I-I’m almost…”
As if on cue, Ryeowook automatically stops moving. “That’s fast, hyung. Impatient much?”
Yesung sits up and tangles his fingers in Ryeowook’s hair, bringing him to his mouth and growling, “Stop being such a fucking tease, you’re driving me crazy.”
Ryeowook laughs softly as Yesung’s mouth travels to his neck, licking and biting and bruising. “Me? Hyung, I’ve done everything I can think of to get into your pants, and you always, always run off, and you’re calling me a tease?”
Yesung pauses in his exploration of Ryeowook’s shoulder as the memories of the last few weeks come rushing back. “You mean you were trying to seduce me?” he asks incredulously, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that adorable, sweet, quiet Ryeowook wants to get him into bed.
“In the worst way, hyung. But you were always so unresponsive I decided I needed to take… drastic action.”
“And there I was worrying about you and thinking I would destroy your innocence if I touched you!”
Ryeowook chuckles. “Make it up to me then… hyung.”
Yesung doesn’t need asking twice as he lifts Ryeowook to his feet on the floor next to the bed, his hands tearing at Ryeowook’s boxers until they’re pooled around one ankle. He places his hands on Ryeowook’s hips, looking up at the smaller boy, who’s blinking down at him and looking just as innocent as the day he was born.
“I’ll make it up to you all right, my throat isn’t made just to sing,” he growls.
He flicks his tongue experimentally across the head of Ryeowook’s penis, already wet with precome, and smiles to himself as Ryeowook throws his head back and clenches his hands into fists at his sides. Humming softly, he takes more of Ryeowook’s length into his mouth, knowing he can feel the vibrations along his cheeks and tongue and teeth, and notes how Ryeowook squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip to stop himself from moaning.
He decides he can’t have that, because he wants to hear Ryeowook moan.
“Want to hear me sing Forget Me Now, Wook-ah?” he asks around a mouthful of cock.
“What?” Ryeowook asks, opening his eyes and staring down at him as he tries to understand what Yesung has just said.
“Forget Me Now. Our song. K.R.Y.’s song,” Yesung says, still not removing his mouth from Ryeowook and enjoying how the ripples and movements of him talking are making the other man shudder.
“You want to sing? Now?” Ryeowook asks, astonished, after he figures out Yesung’s impeded-by-Ryeowook-in-mouth sentence.
Yesung doesn’t bother replying, but just swallows Ryeowook in deep enough that he can feel him nudging the back of his throat, but not quite enough to provoke his gag reflex, and then he launches into the song.
He sings carefully, as if he were on stage, dipping into the low notes and soaring powerfully at the high parts, and he is rewarded when, two lines into the chorus, Ryeowook shivers, then chokes out a strangled cry, and then moans, “Oh fuck, hyung, that's so good…”
He continues to sing diligently, paying special attention to his vibrato, and he knows Ryeowook can feel it all around him: his tongue swirling, his mouth humming, and the strong vibrations from his singer’s throat buffeting rhythmically against the sensitive head of Ryeowook’s cock, and Ryeowook’s legs are so weak that Yesung has to wrap an arm around his waist to hold him up.
He’s really into it, and he’s getting ready for Ryeowook to come, when he feels Ryeowook curl his fingers into his hair and pull him away.
“What?” he asks indignantly.
Ryeowook is panting, cheeks flushed and looking cherubic, but his eyes are dark and glassy and filled with lust. “Not yet, hyung. Turn over first.”
“Excuse me?”
“Turn over. I want you on your hands and knees.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Yesung sputters, eyes wide as he sees Ryeowook taking a bottle of lube from the bedside table and lubing up his fingers.
Ryeowook hushes him. “I promise, I’ll be gentle. Trust me, hyung?” And without waiting for Yesung to reply he pulls him up to his feet to kiss him, hard, and while they’re kissing Yesung feels, with a growing panic, Ryeowook’s slick finger rubbing up in between his legs and his butt, searching for his entrance.
“No - “ he begins to say, but Ryeowook swallows his protest with his mouth and slips one finger past the tight ring of muscle. Yesung winces and involuntarily bites down on Ryeowook’s lip at the intrusion.
“Relax, hyung, or it’ll be worse,” Ryeowook says gently.
He tries to listen, tries to relax, but when Ryeowook slips a second finger in he yelps a little and grips Ryeowook’s shoulders hard enough to bruise.
“Hyung, don’t worry, don’t fight me, you have to relax and let me in,” Ryeowook whispers but Yesung shakes his head, hot tears prickling behind his eyelids.
Ryeowook kisses him gently, licking and nibbling at his lips, and then wraps his free hand around Yesung’s cock and begins teasing it, stroking it in long, languid movements, gliding his thumb over the head, and smiling into their kiss when Yesung gasps and automatically loosens up. Keeping his hand on Yesung to distract him, Ryeowook moves his fingers further into Yesung, searching for the spot that will make Yesung forget the pain.
He knows he’s found it when he feels his fingertips brush a spongy little nub, and Yesung’s eyes snap wide open as he chokes out a groan into Ryeowook’s mouth, and involuntarily he grinds his hips down onto Ryeowook’s fingers in search of that glorious feeling again.
This time, when he feels Ryeowook pulling his fingers out and grasping his shoulders to turn him around, he doesn’t hesitate, but bends over the bed, hands splayed on the mattress, feet firmly on the floor. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Ryeowook lubing himself up, and the sight of that makes him feel faint as he remembers the taste of Ryeowook in his mouth and the feel of his fingers brushing his prostrate.
Then Ryeowook is there, eyes hooded and dark, and he feels the tip of Ryeowook’s penis at his entrance, and he takes a deep breath, thinking he’s going to slowly push himself in, but he doesn’t expect it at all when Ryeowook snaps his hips forward and drives himself all the way in with one stroke.
“FUCK!” Yesung cries, as the pain tears through him, and he’s certain Ryeowook has ripped him in half.
Ryeowook’s hand curls around his cock again, pulling at it, and he hears the younger man say, “Trust me, hyung, please, it’ll be worse if I do it slowly.”
They both stay still for a while as Yesung adjusts to the feeling of Ryeowook inside him, and as Ryeowook keeps on stroking him, he gradually feels the heat of the pain give way to another sort of heat, and he growls slightly as he moves his hips backwards, nudging Ryeowook to continue.
Ryeowook pulls out of him slowly and he feels the burn of the friction, but he grits his teeth, and then Ryeowook begins to slide back in equally slowly, and carries on at the same leisurely pace. After a minute of this he finds himself responding by bucking his hips back, urging him to go faster.
Ryeowook stops then, and Yesung hears him say laughingly, “Hyung, you really like this, don’t you?”
“Shut up and fuck me already,” Yesung snaps.
“I’m trying to be gentle, hyung,” Ryeowook admonishes.
“Fuck gentle, just start fucking me hard, you little tease, and if you don’t I swear -“
“Ok then,” Ryeowook interrupts, and plunges forward, hard, and then pulls himself out equally fast before slamming himself into Yesung again, and settles into a blindingly fast rhythm.
Yesung thinks he may have screamed, but he isn’t certain, because Ryeowook is going like a machine, hard and rough and raw, and the pain and pleasure are melting deliciously into one, even as the force of Ryeowook’s thrusts are making his knees pound against the bedframe and he’s certain they will be bruised, but he doesn’t care anymore because Ryeowook has grabbed both his arms and pulled them up and back, holding them so that Yesung’s back is arched and his head is thrown up, and then he feels Ryeowook shift a little higher, and slam into him from a different angle, hitting exactly where Yesung wants him to hit.
And this time, Yesung knows he’s definitely screaming.
He grips on to Ryeowook’s forearms for better purchase and begins to rock back to his rhythm, and Ryeowook pounds mercilessly into him, hitting his prostrate dead on. Spots of white begin appearing in Yesung’s vision with each powerful thrust as the pleasure becomes blinding and much too much to bear.
“R-Ryeowook-ah… I can’t… I’m g-going to…” he gasps.
“Come for me, hyung,” Ryeowook says behind him, and at the sound of his voice he can’t hold back anymore, and he simply lets go and comes all over the sheets, without Ryeowook even touching his cock, the world a cocoon of pure unbridled pleasure around him.
The feel of his muscles contracting and pulsing is too much for Ryeowook as well, and he spills himself into Yesung with a harsh cry before collapsing to the side, pulling Yesung on top of him so that he avoids the soiled part of the sheets.
The place is quiet except for their labored breathing, but then Ryeowook props himself up on one elbow to look down at Yesung, who notes tiredly that his eyes are sparkling and he seems as awake as ever.
“That was good, Wook-ah,” he says, closing his eyes again.
He feels Ryeowook’s lips ghost over his cheek as the other boy says, “So, when will you be up for another round?”
Yesung turns his head blindly and finds Ryeowook’s lips, kissing him hungrily. “So much for being the innocent eternal magnae.”