just like that (Ryeowook/Yesung)
Ryeowook/Yesung (Super Junior)
PG-13; pure fluff.
Plot-less, pointless, fluffy oneshot. I had a sudden craving for Ryeowook/Yesung… I wasn’t planning on writing this, but this afternoon it just kind of wrote itself. Yesung’s stage outfit for Sorry Sorry doesn’t involve a shirt, and there’s always that sliver of skin that appears between his waistcoat and slacks and - uh, yeah, that was basically my inspiration for this :D also, this is my first only-SuJu fic - let me know how my characterization is!
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Sure, quick fingertips skate over the skin exposed above the waistband of Yesung’s slacks, and he sucks in a sharp breath, staring wide-eyed at Ryeowook. He’s wearing a strange expression, all narrowed eyes and intense concentration as he licks his lips and oh, that’s all kinds of hot, Yesung’s mind registers faintly. He can barely process what’s happening, the look on Ryeowook’s face foreign and exciting, as Ryeowook’s hand rubs lazily up his stomach, flicking open the buttons on his waistcoat so that it hangs open over his bare torso. Ryeowook makes a pleased sort of noise as he runs an eager hand over the plane of Yesung’s stomach and the sound startles him back into a state of semi-rationality. He grabs Ryeowook’s wrists, pulling his (fucking fantastic) fingers away from his body. Ryeowook blinks, looking him in the eye, and suddenly that expression is gone, and he just looks like Ryeowookie, the eternal magnae, shy and quiet and little and why is he still turned on by this?
“Whuh-” His voice cracks and he clears his throat, “What are you doing?”
Ryeowook blinks again, and Yesung thinks he sees a blush creeping up from the neck of his shirt before he ducks his head, pressing his lips to the column of Yesung’s neck, his fingers gripping Yesung’s hips. It’s a little awkward, because Yesung’s still got a firm grip on his wrists, and when he mumbles into Yesung’s shoulder he can’t really hear him, just feels his lips moving against the skin from where his jacket’s shifted and the sensation almost distracts him from what Ryeowook’s muttering into his neck.
“What? I can’t hear you-” Ryeowook’s tongue darts out to trace a pattern against his skin and Yesung jumps and gasps, “Ryeowookie-ah, stop that, seriously, I can’t-”
Ryeowook rests his forehead against his shoulder, unwilling to look up at him, and swallows before saying quietly, “Please, hyung, I just - I just want you, I’m sorry, please,” and Yesung can hear the note of desperation in his words. His grip on Yesung’s hips tightens, and Yesung barely catches the added, “I think you want this too,” but he does, and he has to swallow past the sheer want that rises in him from being surrounded by Ryeowook and his eager, gripping hands and quiet, desperate voice coloured with embarrassment.
He releases Ryeowook’s wrists, reaching up to slide a hand into Ryeowook’s hair, cupping his jaw and gently lifting his face so that he can look him in the eyes. Ryeowook looks self-conscious and uncertain, eyes dark and full of need, and when Yesung raises his other hand to trace the curve of Ryeowook’s lips with his fingertip, his eyes flutter shut and he shivers, mouth only barely falling open, and Yesung’s heart is beating too hard, too fast - surely it isn’t natural for it to feel as though it’s about to leap out of his throat with the force with which it beats against his chest. He wets his dry lips, skimming his fingertips over the plane of Ryeowook’s cheek and murmuring, “Why didn’t you just say so, fuck, Ryeowook, you make me crazy,” before he dips his head down to kiss him. At the first touch of lips, Ryeowook whimpers, and Yesung’s head feels hot, tongue curling against the tip of Ryeowook’s own, and he wonders where the sure, confident Ryeowook of only a few moments ago went before a hand sneaks up from its spot on his hip and slides back up over his stomach, around to his bare back under his waistcoat. He groans into Ryeowook’s mouth and is Ryeowook actually grinning and oh, his mind fizzles to a halt as Ryeowook’s other hand caresses up his body and his fingertips graze across his chest.
He pulls back with difficulty, trying to clear his mind currently fogged with heat and to remember what they’re supposed to be doing aside from making out in an empty dressing room, but Ryeowook just follows, leaning forward into him. He turns his head, but then Ryeowook takes the opportunity to press his mouth against his neck again and Yesung stutters as he tries to pry him away with a “Ryeowook, w-wait… unnnhh.”
He groans as Ryeowook does that thing with his tongue again and he can only half-heartedly flail his arms before he gives in and pulls Ryeowook closer, trapping Ryeowook’s hand between them on his chest and moving to press their mouths together again with a sigh.
A familiar tune jingles happily from somewhere in his trousers and Yesung groans, this time in frustration, and pulls away from Ryeowook to dig out his cell phone. He clears his throat as he checks the caller ID, Ryeowook still cuddling into him, then closes his eyes and tilts his head back when he flips it open to answer. Ryeowook just smiles into his collarbone.
“Yes, hyung?”
Eeteuk’s voice is worried when it comes across the line. “Where on earth are you?! Have you changed out of your clothes yet? Have you seen Ryeowookie, he went missing as soon as we got off stage-” Ryeowook gigglesnorts into his neck and Yesung drags a hand down his face, flustered, as Eeteuk pauses in his tirade.
“…Is that Ryeowook?” His voice turns weary and slightly apprehensive as he adds, “What are you two up to now? Fuck, we don’t have time for this; just get back here so we can go home.”
He hangs up before Yesung can reply, and Yesung stares at the screen of his phone for a moment before flipping it shut and turning to Ryeowook, who is smiling up at him. The implications of what they’ve just done suddenly come to the forefront of his mind and he smiles back awkwardly, even as he says, “We have to get back… Teukie-hyung is going to kill us. Or he’ll get Youngwoon to.”
Ryeowook nods, smoothing down the lapels of his jacket and moving to re-button Yesung’s waistcoat. Yesung stops him with gentle hands over Ryeowook’s own, and Ryeowook looks up at him questioningly.
Yesung hesitates only for a moment before he rubs a thumb over Ryeowook’s knuckles and asks, “What did you - I mean, why….?” His face heats up and he realizes, horrified, that he must be blushing. Ryeowook just smiles widely and continues down the row of buttons, smoothing down the fabric. Once he finishes fixing Yesung’s clothes, he looks back up at Yesung and says, a trace of a blush on his cheeks, “You just looked so good today, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I - I like you a lot, hyung.”
“Idiot,” Yesung whispers, slightly embarrassed. Even though he’s blushing, he can see Ryeowook’s face flush pink as well, so he doesn’t feel as corny as he really should when he dips his head and murmurs, because he wants Ryeowook to know without a doubt in his mind, “Can’t you see that I’ve always wanted you too?”
Any potential embarrassment is dispelled when he pulls back and Ryeowook just grins back at him, his expression sweet and his cheeks pink, before he grabs his hand and pulls him out of the room, back to the chaos of their dressing room. Yesung’s own face is stretched into a huge, dorky grin, and he doesn’t even mind when, back in Super Junior’s dressing room, Youngwoon punches him for getting Eeteuk so worried and it kind of really hurts, because he catches Ryeowook’s eye and Ryeowook smiles shyly at him and that’s enough to make the pain all worth it.
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PG-13; pure fluff.
Plot-less, pointless, fluffy oneshot. I had a sudden craving for Ryeowook/Yesung… I wasn’t planning on writing this, but this afternoon it just kind of wrote itself. Yesung’s stage outfit for Sorry Sorry doesn’t involve a shirt, and there’s always that sliver of skin that appears between his waistcoat and slacks and - uh, yeah, that was basically my inspiration for this :D also, this is my first only-SuJu fic - let me know how my characterization is!
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Sure, quick fingertips skate over the skin exposed above the waistband of Yesung’s slacks, and he sucks in a sharp breath, staring wide-eyed at Ryeowook. He’s wearing a strange expression, all narrowed eyes and intense concentration as he licks his lips and oh, that’s all kinds of hot, Yesung’s mind registers faintly. He can barely process what’s happening, the look on Ryeowook’s face foreign and exciting, as Ryeowook’s hand rubs lazily up his stomach, flicking open the buttons on his waistcoat so that it hangs open over his bare torso. Ryeowook makes a pleased sort of noise as he runs an eager hand over the plane of Yesung’s stomach and the sound startles him back into a state of semi-rationality. He grabs Ryeowook’s wrists, pulling his (fucking fantastic) fingers away from his body. Ryeowook blinks, looking him in the eye, and suddenly that expression is gone, and he just looks like Ryeowookie, the eternal magnae, shy and quiet and little and why is he still turned on by this?
“Whuh-” His voice cracks and he clears his throat, “What are you doing?”
Ryeowook blinks again, and Yesung thinks he sees a blush creeping up from the neck of his shirt before he ducks his head, pressing his lips to the column of Yesung’s neck, his fingers gripping Yesung’s hips. It’s a little awkward, because Yesung’s still got a firm grip on his wrists, and when he mumbles into Yesung’s shoulder he can’t really hear him, just feels his lips moving against the skin from where his jacket’s shifted and the sensation almost distracts him from what Ryeowook’s muttering into his neck.
“What? I can’t hear you-” Ryeowook’s tongue darts out to trace a pattern against his skin and Yesung jumps and gasps, “Ryeowookie-ah, stop that, seriously, I can’t-”
Ryeowook rests his forehead against his shoulder, unwilling to look up at him, and swallows before saying quietly, “Please, hyung, I just - I just want you, I’m sorry, please,” and Yesung can hear the note of desperation in his words. His grip on Yesung’s hips tightens, and Yesung barely catches the added, “I think you want this too,” but he does, and he has to swallow past the sheer want that rises in him from being surrounded by Ryeowook and his eager, gripping hands and quiet, desperate voice coloured with embarrassment.
He releases Ryeowook’s wrists, reaching up to slide a hand into Ryeowook’s hair, cupping his jaw and gently lifting his face so that he can look him in the eyes. Ryeowook looks self-conscious and uncertain, eyes dark and full of need, and when Yesung raises his other hand to trace the curve of Ryeowook’s lips with his fingertip, his eyes flutter shut and he shivers, mouth only barely falling open, and Yesung’s heart is beating too hard, too fast - surely it isn’t natural for it to feel as though it’s about to leap out of his throat with the force with which it beats against his chest. He wets his dry lips, skimming his fingertips over the plane of Ryeowook’s cheek and murmuring, “Why didn’t you just say so, fuck, Ryeowook, you make me crazy,” before he dips his head down to kiss him. At the first touch of lips, Ryeowook whimpers, and Yesung’s head feels hot, tongue curling against the tip of Ryeowook’s own, and he wonders where the sure, confident Ryeowook of only a few moments ago went before a hand sneaks up from its spot on his hip and slides back up over his stomach, around to his bare back under his waistcoat. He groans into Ryeowook’s mouth and is Ryeowook actually grinning and oh, his mind fizzles to a halt as Ryeowook’s other hand caresses up his body and his fingertips graze across his chest.
He pulls back with difficulty, trying to clear his mind currently fogged with heat and to remember what they’re supposed to be doing aside from making out in an empty dressing room, but Ryeowook just follows, leaning forward into him. He turns his head, but then Ryeowook takes the opportunity to press his mouth against his neck again and Yesung stutters as he tries to pry him away with a “Ryeowook, w-wait… unnnhh.”
He groans as Ryeowook does that thing with his tongue again and he can only half-heartedly flail his arms before he gives in and pulls Ryeowook closer, trapping Ryeowook’s hand between them on his chest and moving to press their mouths together again with a sigh.
A familiar tune jingles happily from somewhere in his trousers and Yesung groans, this time in frustration, and pulls away from Ryeowook to dig out his cell phone. He clears his throat as he checks the caller ID, Ryeowook still cuddling into him, then closes his eyes and tilts his head back when he flips it open to answer. Ryeowook just smiles into his collarbone.
“Yes, hyung?”
Eeteuk’s voice is worried when it comes across the line. “Where on earth are you?! Have you changed out of your clothes yet? Have you seen Ryeowookie, he went missing as soon as we got off stage-” Ryeowook gigglesnorts into his neck and Yesung drags a hand down his face, flustered, as Eeteuk pauses in his tirade.
“…Is that Ryeowook?” His voice turns weary and slightly apprehensive as he adds, “What are you two up to now? Fuck, we don’t have time for this; just get back here so we can go home.”
He hangs up before Yesung can reply, and Yesung stares at the screen of his phone for a moment before flipping it shut and turning to Ryeowook, who is smiling up at him. The implications of what they’ve just done suddenly come to the forefront of his mind and he smiles back awkwardly, even as he says, “We have to get back… Teukie-hyung is going to kill us. Or he’ll get Youngwoon to.”
Ryeowook nods, smoothing down the lapels of his jacket and moving to re-button Yesung’s waistcoat. Yesung stops him with gentle hands over Ryeowook’s own, and Ryeowook looks up at him questioningly.
Yesung hesitates only for a moment before he rubs a thumb over Ryeowook’s knuckles and asks, “What did you - I mean, why….?” His face heats up and he realizes, horrified, that he must be blushing. Ryeowook just smiles widely and continues down the row of buttons, smoothing down the fabric. Once he finishes fixing Yesung’s clothes, he looks back up at Yesung and says, a trace of a blush on his cheeks, “You just looked so good today, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I - I like you a lot, hyung.”
“Idiot,” Yesung whispers, slightly embarrassed. Even though he’s blushing, he can see Ryeowook’s face flush pink as well, so he doesn’t feel as corny as he really should when he dips his head and murmurs, because he wants Ryeowook to know without a doubt in his mind, “Can’t you see that I’ve always wanted you too?”
Any potential embarrassment is dispelled when he pulls back and Ryeowook just grins back at him, his expression sweet and his cheeks pink, before he grabs his hand and pulls him out of the room, back to the chaos of their dressing room. Yesung’s own face is stretched into a huge, dorky grin, and he doesn’t even mind when, back in Super Junior’s dressing room, Youngwoon punches him for getting Eeteuk so worried and it kind of really hurts, because he catches Ryeowook’s eye and Ryeowook smiles shyly at him and that’s enough to make the pain all worth it.
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