Visits (100 SuJu Challenge)
Theme #28: Choking
Title: Visits
Pairing: Eeteuk/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Word Count: 1,577
Rating: NC-17 (swearing and smut)
Disclaimer: I wish Ryeowook was mine, but only the story is.
Summary: Leeteuk has a nightly visitor in the form of Ryeowook.
Written for jess66six and imyour666christ , because they woke up the TeukWook in me. In fact, they brought it out so much that after 5 straight hours of mugging for exams, instead of going to bed, I sat down and wrote this. And believe me, it is an unearthly hour here where I am.
You know you have a problem when you write instead of studying, and write instead of sleeping.
It’s 2:45 am when Leeteuk is roused from sleep by just the merest suggestion of a touch, cool fingers against his cheek, and he struggles to open his eyes fully.
“Who is it?” he mumbles, his tongue thick with sleep, as he tries to extricate himself from the tangle of blankets so he can sit up and see which of the boys has wandered into his bedroom in the middle of the night.
Leeteuk’s quite used to the frequent late-night invasions of his bedroom, used to Donghae coming in for a snuggle when he’s had a nightmare, to Sungmin coming in when he can’t sleep because Kyuhyun’s in China and he’s missing him too much, to Kangin coming in on the days he returns from his apartment outside when he… well, when he wants to have sex.
So when the dark figure hovering above him (Leeteuk’s sleep-bleared eyes can’t make anything out in the darkness of the room) bends over him, presses its mouth to his ear and whispers, in a soft voice that he recognizes as Ryeowook’s, “It’s me hyung,” he isn’t much surprised.
What he isn’t used to, however, and what does surprise him, is when he feels Ryeowook’s tongue, warm and wet and rough, flick against his earlobe, and then Ryeowook’s teeth, nibbling at it.
“What the fuck -“ he starts to say, reaching a hand out blindly to push Ryeowook away, but Ryeowook catches it easily with one hand, and he forces the fingers of his other hand in Leeteuk’s mouth, so that Leeteuk’s words come out only as unintelligible sounds.
Leeteuk bucks and thrashes, but Ryeowook is suddenly on top of him, and it’s surprising how much strength he has in that small body of his as he holds Leeteuk down. And Leeteuk realizes something, as he twists and moves desperately under the smaller boy, that he can feel Ryeowook’s skin against his own (since Leeteuk never wears anything to bed other than a pair of shorts), and doesn’t there seem to be way too much skin?
“I’m not wearing any clothes, hyung,” Ryeowook says, only it comes out sounding more like a purr.
Leeteuk tries to speak again, but Ryeowook’s fingers are still in his mouth and he succeeds only in dragging his tongue and teeth across the knuckles.
“Quiet, hyung,” Ryeowook whispers, his lips trailing down to Leeteuk’s neck, kissing and licking the smooth skin stretched across his collarbones. “Imagine what would happen if you made too much noise, and everyone comes in, and I’m without any clothes. How do you think that would look to them, hmm? How do you think it would look… to Kangin-hyung?”
Leeteuk freezes at his words.
After that, he doesn’t make a sound, not when Ryeowook withdraws his fingers from his mouth, not when he feels Ryeowook tugging impatiently at his shorts, not when Ryeowook moves slowly over his body, all hands and tongue and teeth, not when Ryeowook takes him into his hand, then his mouth, not when Ryeowook is pounding into him and the pleasure is rolling over him in waves.
He moans, once, when he comes, but he muffles it by biting down hard on his pillow and clenching his hands into fists.
Ryeowook comes inside him, then gets up and leaves.
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It happens again the next week, and then again a few days after that, and then two weeks pass without anything, but then it resumes.
It always starts the same way: Ryeowook waking him up by tracing gentle fingers down his jawline, stroking his smooth skin, and then the kissing, and Ryeowook seems to love kissing every inch of him, down to his toes.
And then Ryeowook’s hand is on him, teasing him with deft flicks of his wrist and fingers, before his hand is replaced with his mouth and his tongue and his vibrating singer’s throat, and Leeteuk will thrust his hips upwards, begging him with his body because he can’t make a sound.
However gentle Ryeowook is during foreplay, he is painfully rough during the actual sex (and that’s all it is, just sex, just fucking, Leeteuk reminds himself), slamming into Leeteuk over and over, sometimes before he is ready, and Leeteuk muffles his cries and moans and whimpers with his pillow as Ryeowook moves relentlessly above him, but somehow the pain always melts into pleasure and Leeteuk will come arching his back and screaming Ryeowook’s name into the pillow.
And it always ends the same way: Ryeowook comes into him, gets off him, and walks out of the bedroom.
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It happens so often that by the end of the second month Leeteuk doesn’t even fall asleep anymore; he lies there, already stripped naked, lips dry in anticipation, and by the time Ryeowook enters his room he’s already throbbing with need and painfully hard.
Sometimes he whispers to Ryeowook, grabbing the younger man’s wrist before he can trail his fingers down his body as is his usual wont, telling him to forget about doing anything at all and just fuck him - please, Ryeowook, I need you now, now please, Ryeowook - and Ryeowook obliges, climbing over him and ripping into him, and Leeteuk screams and screams into the ever-present pillow, vision whitening and gasping Ryeowook’s name.
And it still ends the same way: Ryeowook empties himself into Leeteuk, gets up without a word, and leaves.
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At the end of the third month Leeteuk can’t bear it any longer, and one night after Ryeowook is finished with him and gets off the bed Leeteuk flips over and grips the other man by his arm, pulling him back.
He sees Ryeowook’s eyes widen in the darkness, but he still doesn’t say anything, not even a What? and for some reason that pisses him off so much he sinks his fingers into Ryeowook’s arm hard enough to bruise, before he hisses, “I’m not a fuck toy, Ryeowook.”
Ryeowook smiles at him, completely calm, completely unruffled. “Of course you’re not, hyung.”
“Then why the fuck are you doing this to me?” Leeteuk says between gritted teeth.
Ryeowook stares at him, nonplussed. “I thought you enjoyed it, hyung.”
“That’s not the point, why are you doing this, why are you using me, fuck…” Leeteuk can feel hot tears at the back of his eyelids, and he wills them not to spill out.
Ryeowook’s eyes are dark and unreadable as he twists his arm out of Leeteuk’s hold. “I’m not using you. If anything, we’re both using each other, for a… mutually enjoyable experience.”
“What experience?” Leeteuk almost shouts, but he holds it in, barely.
“It’s just sex, hyung, between two willing adults. It’s just fucking,” Ryeowook says, stalking towards the door. “And you have a boyfriend, what else do you want this to be? But if it bothers you so much, I won’t come again.”
He walks out.
Leeteuk chokes back angry tears.
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It’s nearing the end of the fourth month, and Ryeowook has not come near Leeteuk in that time, and Leeteuk has finally learned to stop wanting and needing and waiting, and to fall asleep without his hands trembling and sweating with excitement.
He opens his eyes one night, though, to feel something hot and wet clamped around his hardness, and involuntarily he moans, bucking his hips into the willing mouth, before he remembers and slides his pillow over his face.
It’s been so long, and he hasn’t quite realized how much he needed it until now, but he’s encouraging the mouth with his fingers fisted in the other’s hair to draw him closer and his hips moving with a life of their own, until he finally comes, moaning Ryeowook’s name.
He feels the other man kissing his way up his limp body, and when he reaches his lips he kisses back, passionately, feeling the heat rise in his groin again.
“Ryeowook… please, I need you, you’re driving me crazy, Ryeowook,” he pleads into the hungry mouth on him, which is salty and bitter with the taste of Leeteuk.
He doesn’t expect it at all when the other man pauses for a full five seconds, lips still locked to his, before all of a sudden he pushes himself violently off the bed, grabs Leeteuk by the arms, and hoists him upright, before flinging him back so hard that the bedframe shakes.
“You bastard,” says Kangin’s trembling voice, in the dark, and then Leeteuk sees the door open and Kangin’s clear silhouette storm out.
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At the end of the fifth month, Ryeowook wakes up one night to find a slim figure cupping his face and kissing his lips as it fights Ryeowook’s clothes, pushing and pulling at his t-shirt and boxers, its fingers cold and shaking and unsure.
He reaches out to pull the shadowy figure closer, crushing their lips together in a harsh, bruising kiss.
“Ryeowook, Ryeowook, please, just fuck me now…” mumbles Leeteuk against Ryeowook’s mouth.
And Ryeowook obliges.
But at the end he doesn’t move, and neither does Leeteuk, and he doesn’t tell Leeteuk to move either. They lie against each other, panting, legs entwined, Leeteuk’s head in Ryeowook’s neck, his hand laced with Ryeowook’s on his chest, Ryeowook’s other hand stroking the soft silken strands of Leeteuk’s hair.
“I missed you so much,” Leeteuk murmurs, tired but alert, afraid that Ryeowook will leave, or ask him to leave.
“I missed you too, hyung,” Ryeowook whispers back.
Leeteuk chokes back his tears again, but this time he isn’t angry.
Title: Visits
Pairing: Eeteuk/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Word Count: 1,577
Rating: NC-17 (swearing and smut)
Disclaimer: I wish Ryeowook was mine, but only the story is.
Summary: Leeteuk has a nightly visitor in the form of Ryeowook.
Written for jess66six and imyour666christ , because they woke up the TeukWook in me. In fact, they brought it out so much that after 5 straight hours of mugging for exams, instead of going to bed, I sat down and wrote this. And believe me, it is an unearthly hour here where I am.
You know you have a problem when you write instead of studying, and write instead of sleeping.
It’s 2:45 am when Leeteuk is roused from sleep by just the merest suggestion of a touch, cool fingers against his cheek, and he struggles to open his eyes fully.
“Who is it?” he mumbles, his tongue thick with sleep, as he tries to extricate himself from the tangle of blankets so he can sit up and see which of the boys has wandered into his bedroom in the middle of the night.
Leeteuk’s quite used to the frequent late-night invasions of his bedroom, used to Donghae coming in for a snuggle when he’s had a nightmare, to Sungmin coming in when he can’t sleep because Kyuhyun’s in China and he’s missing him too much, to Kangin coming in on the days he returns from his apartment outside when he… well, when he wants to have sex.
So when the dark figure hovering above him (Leeteuk’s sleep-bleared eyes can’t make anything out in the darkness of the room) bends over him, presses its mouth to his ear and whispers, in a soft voice that he recognizes as Ryeowook’s, “It’s me hyung,” he isn’t much surprised.
What he isn’t used to, however, and what does surprise him, is when he feels Ryeowook’s tongue, warm and wet and rough, flick against his earlobe, and then Ryeowook’s teeth, nibbling at it.
“What the fuck -“ he starts to say, reaching a hand out blindly to push Ryeowook away, but Ryeowook catches it easily with one hand, and he forces the fingers of his other hand in Leeteuk’s mouth, so that Leeteuk’s words come out only as unintelligible sounds.
Leeteuk bucks and thrashes, but Ryeowook is suddenly on top of him, and it’s surprising how much strength he has in that small body of his as he holds Leeteuk down. And Leeteuk realizes something, as he twists and moves desperately under the smaller boy, that he can feel Ryeowook’s skin against his own (since Leeteuk never wears anything to bed other than a pair of shorts), and doesn’t there seem to be way too much skin?
“I’m not wearing any clothes, hyung,” Ryeowook says, only it comes out sounding more like a purr.
Leeteuk tries to speak again, but Ryeowook’s fingers are still in his mouth and he succeeds only in dragging his tongue and teeth across the knuckles.
“Quiet, hyung,” Ryeowook whispers, his lips trailing down to Leeteuk’s neck, kissing and licking the smooth skin stretched across his collarbones. “Imagine what would happen if you made too much noise, and everyone comes in, and I’m without any clothes. How do you think that would look to them, hmm? How do you think it would look… to Kangin-hyung?”
Leeteuk freezes at his words.
After that, he doesn’t make a sound, not when Ryeowook withdraws his fingers from his mouth, not when he feels Ryeowook tugging impatiently at his shorts, not when Ryeowook moves slowly over his body, all hands and tongue and teeth, not when Ryeowook takes him into his hand, then his mouth, not when Ryeowook is pounding into him and the pleasure is rolling over him in waves.
He moans, once, when he comes, but he muffles it by biting down hard on his pillow and clenching his hands into fists.
Ryeowook comes inside him, then gets up and leaves.
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It happens again the next week, and then again a few days after that, and then two weeks pass without anything, but then it resumes.
It always starts the same way: Ryeowook waking him up by tracing gentle fingers down his jawline, stroking his smooth skin, and then the kissing, and Ryeowook seems to love kissing every inch of him, down to his toes.
And then Ryeowook’s hand is on him, teasing him with deft flicks of his wrist and fingers, before his hand is replaced with his mouth and his tongue and his vibrating singer’s throat, and Leeteuk will thrust his hips upwards, begging him with his body because he can’t make a sound.
However gentle Ryeowook is during foreplay, he is painfully rough during the actual sex (and that’s all it is, just sex, just fucking, Leeteuk reminds himself), slamming into Leeteuk over and over, sometimes before he is ready, and Leeteuk muffles his cries and moans and whimpers with his pillow as Ryeowook moves relentlessly above him, but somehow the pain always melts into pleasure and Leeteuk will come arching his back and screaming Ryeowook’s name into the pillow.
And it always ends the same way: Ryeowook comes into him, gets off him, and walks out of the bedroom.
____________________________________________________________________________________
It happens so often that by the end of the second month Leeteuk doesn’t even fall asleep anymore; he lies there, already stripped naked, lips dry in anticipation, and by the time Ryeowook enters his room he’s already throbbing with need and painfully hard.
Sometimes he whispers to Ryeowook, grabbing the younger man’s wrist before he can trail his fingers down his body as is his usual wont, telling him to forget about doing anything at all and just fuck him - please, Ryeowook, I need you now, now please, Ryeowook - and Ryeowook obliges, climbing over him and ripping into him, and Leeteuk screams and screams into the ever-present pillow, vision whitening and gasping Ryeowook’s name.
And it still ends the same way: Ryeowook empties himself into Leeteuk, gets up without a word, and leaves.
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At the end of the third month Leeteuk can’t bear it any longer, and one night after Ryeowook is finished with him and gets off the bed Leeteuk flips over and grips the other man by his arm, pulling him back.
He sees Ryeowook’s eyes widen in the darkness, but he still doesn’t say anything, not even a What? and for some reason that pisses him off so much he sinks his fingers into Ryeowook’s arm hard enough to bruise, before he hisses, “I’m not a fuck toy, Ryeowook.”
Ryeowook smiles at him, completely calm, completely unruffled. “Of course you’re not, hyung.”
“Then why the fuck are you doing this to me?” Leeteuk says between gritted teeth.
Ryeowook stares at him, nonplussed. “I thought you enjoyed it, hyung.”
“That’s not the point, why are you doing this, why are you using me, fuck…” Leeteuk can feel hot tears at the back of his eyelids, and he wills them not to spill out.
Ryeowook’s eyes are dark and unreadable as he twists his arm out of Leeteuk’s hold. “I’m not using you. If anything, we’re both using each other, for a… mutually enjoyable experience.”
“What experience?” Leeteuk almost shouts, but he holds it in, barely.
“It’s just sex, hyung, between two willing adults. It’s just fucking,” Ryeowook says, stalking towards the door. “And you have a boyfriend, what else do you want this to be? But if it bothers you so much, I won’t come again.”
He walks out.
Leeteuk chokes back angry tears.
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It’s nearing the end of the fourth month, and Ryeowook has not come near Leeteuk in that time, and Leeteuk has finally learned to stop wanting and needing and waiting, and to fall asleep without his hands trembling and sweating with excitement.
He opens his eyes one night, though, to feel something hot and wet clamped around his hardness, and involuntarily he moans, bucking his hips into the willing mouth, before he remembers and slides his pillow over his face.
It’s been so long, and he hasn’t quite realized how much he needed it until now, but he’s encouraging the mouth with his fingers fisted in the other’s hair to draw him closer and his hips moving with a life of their own, until he finally comes, moaning Ryeowook’s name.
He feels the other man kissing his way up his limp body, and when he reaches his lips he kisses back, passionately, feeling the heat rise in his groin again.
“Ryeowook… please, I need you, you’re driving me crazy, Ryeowook,” he pleads into the hungry mouth on him, which is salty and bitter with the taste of Leeteuk.
He doesn’t expect it at all when the other man pauses for a full five seconds, lips still locked to his, before all of a sudden he pushes himself violently off the bed, grabs Leeteuk by the arms, and hoists him upright, before flinging him back so hard that the bedframe shakes.
“You bastard,” says Kangin’s trembling voice, in the dark, and then Leeteuk sees the door open and Kangin’s clear silhouette storm out.
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At the end of the fifth month, Ryeowook wakes up one night to find a slim figure cupping his face and kissing his lips as it fights Ryeowook’s clothes, pushing and pulling at his t-shirt and boxers, its fingers cold and shaking and unsure.
He reaches out to pull the shadowy figure closer, crushing their lips together in a harsh, bruising kiss.
“Ryeowook, Ryeowook, please, just fuck me now…” mumbles Leeteuk against Ryeowook’s mouth.
And Ryeowook obliges.
But at the end he doesn’t move, and neither does Leeteuk, and he doesn’t tell Leeteuk to move either. They lie against each other, panting, legs entwined, Leeteuk’s head in Ryeowook’s neck, his hand laced with Ryeowook’s on his chest, Ryeowook’s other hand stroking the soft silken strands of Leeteuk’s hair.
“I missed you so much,” Leeteuk murmurs, tired but alert, afraid that Ryeowook will leave, or ask him to leave.
“I missed you too, hyung,” Ryeowook whispers back.
Leeteuk chokes back his tears again, but this time he isn’t angry.