[fic] Breaking Sky
Title: Breaking Sky
Author: MikkyBoom
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kangin/Yesung [whaaat? XD]
Warnings(?): Like, this slight whole S+M thing? Kinda? Or rather, Yesung being a masochist. :D
Note: Like, I dunno. Really. I wrote this in the car during my brother's soccer practice. Well, the beginning of it anyways. All the last stuff I wrote.... on my living room wall, again. So, this is like, Part Three of the Living Room Wall Chronicles. (Part Two is this random ass Tukutz/Mithra/Siwon I wrote. :O) But yeah, I LOVE my Yesung in this, but that could just be me. And I want to give Kangin a hug. :DDD Hannah read the beginning and loved it, so I hope the end doesn't disappoint her. :D
Something hits the back of Kangin's head and it's the third time in the span of five minutes. He's trying to doze off on the living room couch with the news playing in the background, and the only other person in the room is Yesung. Yesung with his red beanie and too big gray sweatpants and too big white sweater.
Kangin wonders if maybe it's worth it to make a fuss, or if by ignoring it, Yesung would get bored and go away, but something hits his head again and he's suddenly made as hell
"Will you stop it?!"
-----
Yesung watches as Kangin unfolds like a giant origami bear and bites his lips to keep from grinning. He doesn't flinch from his spot on the couch, even with Kangin standing over him like a demon.
Instead, he shakes the can of peanuts in his hand and wonders if he can really make Kangin mad enough.
"No." Yesung's answer is followed by silence, and Kangin's anger is cotton candy on his skin.
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Kangin doesn't quite understand why he's so angry. It's not like Yesung hasn't done stuff like this before, far from it... But it's something about today, something about the way Yesung isn't flinching, and something about the way Yesung grins that's rubbing him in all the wrong ways.
He doesn't think, just grabs Yesung's shoulders, pulls him up and shakes him. In the back of his mind, he hates how easily Yesung can be moved and how frail his shoulders feel underneath his clenching fingers.
"Don't mess with me today, hyung. I mean it."
Yesung looks up at him, and his eyes are unbelievably dark, his lips are too red, and he's too close, and his answer is the press of his mouth against Kangin's.
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Yesung wonders if he's going to get hit.
He's thought about it, that Kangin might actually punch him, and the thought appeals to him in a way he knows it shouldn't. Thinking about it makes his breath catch, makes his fingertips tingle.
He gets only a second, a second of stunned surprise where Kangin's mouth moves with his before he's shoved back, hard.
Yesung looks up at Kangin, and Kangin is panting, gasping for air, eyes wild. He reminds Yesung of a wild beast trapped in a corner.
Unthinkingly, Yesung slides his tongue across his lips, and wishes he could taste Kangin just a little bit more, because the hint of mint and soju is strong on his tongue.
"What the fuck was that, hyung?" Kangin's voice is a whisper, while Yesung would rather be yelled at.
Yesung wonders how to answer. He closes his eyes, runs his tongue across his lips again. "That was... what I've been dreaming about." He opens his eyes. "Do you want to punch me?"
-----
Yesung's eyes are too liquid and too hazy for Kangin to like.
He feels all the air leaving his body and he tries to gasp it back in. There' s a whisper of heat crawling up his legs but he tries to ignore it... but it ignores him and travels up to his stomach and back down his chest to his crotch and up to his cheeks.
Yesung's words feel like bullets.
"Don't." He shakes his head. "Don't do that, hyung, stop it, I can't-"
And Yesung is kissing him again.
-----
This time, Kangin's hands close on his arms and it's more than a second. It's moments of Kangin's tongue against his and the taste of mint and soju traveling down his throat.
Yesung feels the moment of silence before Kangin's fist meets his cheek and his neck makes a little sound as his head is whipped to the side. He's bitten the tip of his tongue and the sting of it makes his face flush. He can taste copper in his mouth.
The heat in his stomach has exploded, and it feels like his whole body is on fire. Yesung feel Sparks across his skin; the smell of Kangin's soap and shampoo makes his head twirl.
Yesung looks up, again, and he's sure that if it wasn't before, the desire is plain and bright across his face now. He stands up, presses as close to Kangin as he can. Kangin, whose chest is heaving and whose fists are clenched tight at his sides.
"Again," Yesung whispers, looking straight into his unbelieving eyes.
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Kangin can't do this because it's everything he's always been against. But as much as Kangin wants to walk away, the flush on Yesung's face and the strands of his hair that peek out from underneath his beanie makes him look like a china doll. He looks too pretty to be a man at all.
Kangin's mind is telling him all the don'ts and can'ts, but his body is tensed and he can't deny that kissing Yesung is the same as kissing a girl except that it's hotter and Yesung's asking him for more of something that Kangin doesn't think he has in himself to give.
"Please." Yesung closes his hands on Kangin's wrists and presses even closer and Kangin can feel the heat of him through his clothes. "You can't understand how much I need this... And I need it from you, and you need to give it to me because I'm going up in flames and you have to take me higher."
Yesung's voice is breathless and panting and whispered and shit shit shit shit, Kangin's going to give him everything he wants, isn't he?
-----
Yesung thinks that he's going to die waiting for Kangin to do something, to yell, to breathe, to punch, to walk away. All the courage in his body has mutated into something like fear. Yesung's never felt fear, not like this. Not the kind of fear where he thinks that maybe he'll go mad from it.
"Say something." Yesung tries to shake Kangin, but Kangin's a rock, Kangin only stares down at him with a look in his eyes that Yesung wants on his skin. "Say something."
Kangin takes in a deep breath. "Fuck." And he grabs Yesung's face between his huge hands and kisses him.
Triumph swells in Yesung's chest but it's soon swept away by need and want, and Yesung hurries to slide his hands under Kangin's shirt and feel all the warm skin he can reach. He brushes his thumbs across Kangin's nipples and Kangin jumps and bites down slightly on the tip of Yesung's tongue. It's the same jump of heat and pain that Yesung felt before and he moans deep in his chest, and Kangin pulls away.
"Hyung, I don't-" His face was red, and he looks over Yesung's shoulder because he can't meet his eyes.
"Come on." Yesung smiles, slides his fingers just inside the hem of Kangin's jeans and pulls him away.
-----
Yesung doesn't like Kangin being willing. He's dreamt of Kangin fighting every step of the way, all angry eyes and swinging fists. He doesn't' like how Kangin moves so easily with him.
His smirks as they walk into his bedroom and Kangin hesitantly closes the door behind him. "You know what you're going to do, Kangin? You're going to let me do everything to you that I've ever wanted." He sits on his bed and looks up at Kangin from underneath his lashes and laughs softly. "You're just going to give yourself over to me, without a fight, because you know you're weak. You can't resist, can you?"
Something flashes across Kangin's face as he stands in front of Yesung. It's there then gone, but Yesung saw it, and Yesung knows exactly what it is, and he relishes in it.
"I bet you'd even let me fuck you."
Kangin launches himself at him.
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Yesung thinks that maybe his head managed to hit the bed frame through the mattress as he's pinned down. The air is knocked out of his lungs and he gasps. Kangin glares down at him and Yesung opens his mouth to say something, anything, but Kangin stops him with the crush of his mouth.
The kiss is hard and angry and Kangin's teeth tear his lips. He can taste blood and his fingers close on Kangin's waist and pull him closer. The press of Kangin's cock against his thigh is sweet, and Yesung doesn't want to waste time.
"Hurry, hurry." He whispers into Kangin's mouth and tugs at Kangin's jeans and the hard look is still in Kangin's eyes as he yanks his clothes off and does the same to Yesung's.
"God." Yesung's eyes roll back as Kangin's heated body presses close to his bare skin. He tangles his fingers into Kangin's hair and yanks slightly. "Fuck me."
-----
Kangin thinks that maybe he's gone insane, maybe he's in hell, he doesn't know, but he doesn't want to think about it. It's not fair that he likes girls, girls, but the sight of Yesung naked is making him hotter and angrier than he can remember ever being. Yesung's skin is pale, almost white, and the muscles in his arm and in his chest is startling because Yesung's hands are delicate and his face is pretty and right now he's asking Kangin in the sweetest voice he's ever heard to fuck him.
He's killing me, Kangin thinks and grabs him by the waist and flips him over to his stomach. Yesung scrambles to his hands and knees and he pushes back and grinds into Kangin's cock and goddamnit fuck it all.
Kangin doesn't know the particulars but he knows what to put into what and He grabs a handful of Yesung's hair, beanie losing gone, and yanks his head back as he pushes into him. Everything is hot and tight and shit, Kangin doesn't think this is the right way to do this and he tries to pull out but Yesung reaches back and and grabs his thigh. His fingernails dig into Kangin's thigh. "Don't fucking stop." He looks over his shoulder and his face is bright red while his eyes are darker than anything Kangin's ever seen before.
So Kangin surrenders, totally, and he doesn't think anymore. His mind shuts down as he sinks deeper into Yesung and Yesung is making small keening noises at the back of this throat. Kangin looks down and he thinks he can see red but he's not really thinking anymore, is he? He holds tighter onto Yesung's hair and bends over him and braces a hand on the bed and his body takes over everything.
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Yesung isn't going to last long, not like this, with Kangin pounding into him and the pain that's searing his body but tangling and dissolving into pleasure and heat. He can hear the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and Kangin making a small grunt.
Yesung drops his head onto his elbows and god, everything explodes around him.
"Harder, harder, harder, harder-" Yesung's know exactly sure what's falling out of his lips but whatever it is, Kangin's following because his whole body is being rocked forward and the headboard seems closer than before.
Yesung is close, so close, but he's waiting, because he needs to know that Kangin's fallen over the side of that cliff, he needs to feel everything warm and slick and wet around him, and he doesn't have to wait long.
"Fuck," and Kangin's coming fast and hard and it's wet heat into his body and down the backs of his thighs and Yesung grabs his cock and he's coming too and he thinks he's crying out and the world spins.
---
Kangin blinks and everything is white. He blinks again, pulls back, and it's the expanse of Yesung's back against his cheek. He lifts his head and he's still panting, and Yesung is shaking underneath him.
Something feels heavy in his chest and he pulls back, pulls out, and he tries not to look at anything except for the bedsheets underneath him. They're red, with tiny black vines on the edges, and he lays on his side next to Yesung.
Yesung's eyes are wide open and his mouth is slack and he's swallowing air down his lungs as fast as he can. Kangin wonders if maybe he has asthma and never told anyone?
"Hyung..." Kangin trails off because what's there to say? He pushes his damp hair off his forehead and watches and Yesung pulls himself up, kneels on the bed and looks down at him.
"We're going to do this again, and again." His voice is hoarse. He stretches his arms over his head, back arched, sighs. Kangin doesn't like the feeling swelling in his stomach, but the distaste and fear in his mouth is familiar.
Kangin shakes his head, sits up and turns his back to Yesung. But of course, Yesung doesn't get the message, he never gets the message, and his body is warm still as he presses himself against Kangin's back. But he doesn't say anything at all as he wraps his arms around Kangin's neck and kisses his shoulder. Kangin sighs and reaches up to touch his arm.
Author: MikkyBoom
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kangin/Yesung [whaaat? XD]
Warnings(?): Like, this slight whole S+M thing? Kinda? Or rather, Yesung being a masochist. :D
Note: Like, I dunno. Really. I wrote this in the car during my brother's soccer practice. Well, the beginning of it anyways. All the last stuff I wrote.... on my living room wall, again. So, this is like, Part Three of the Living Room Wall Chronicles. (Part Two is this random ass Tukutz/Mithra/Siwon I wrote. :O) But yeah, I LOVE my Yesung in this, but that could just be me. And I want to give Kangin a hug. :DDD Hannah read the beginning and loved it, so I hope the end doesn't disappoint her. :D
Something hits the back of Kangin's head and it's the third time in the span of five minutes. He's trying to doze off on the living room couch with the news playing in the background, and the only other person in the room is Yesung. Yesung with his red beanie and too big gray sweatpants and too big white sweater.
Kangin wonders if maybe it's worth it to make a fuss, or if by ignoring it, Yesung would get bored and go away, but something hits his head again and he's suddenly made as hell
"Will you stop it?!"
-----
Yesung watches as Kangin unfolds like a giant origami bear and bites his lips to keep from grinning. He doesn't flinch from his spot on the couch, even with Kangin standing over him like a demon.
Instead, he shakes the can of peanuts in his hand and wonders if he can really make Kangin mad enough.
"No." Yesung's answer is followed by silence, and Kangin's anger is cotton candy on his skin.
-----
Kangin doesn't quite understand why he's so angry. It's not like Yesung hasn't done stuff like this before, far from it... But it's something about today, something about the way Yesung isn't flinching, and something about the way Yesung grins that's rubbing him in all the wrong ways.
He doesn't think, just grabs Yesung's shoulders, pulls him up and shakes him. In the back of his mind, he hates how easily Yesung can be moved and how frail his shoulders feel underneath his clenching fingers.
"Don't mess with me today, hyung. I mean it."
Yesung looks up at him, and his eyes are unbelievably dark, his lips are too red, and he's too close, and his answer is the press of his mouth against Kangin's.
-----
Yesung wonders if he's going to get hit.
He's thought about it, that Kangin might actually punch him, and the thought appeals to him in a way he knows it shouldn't. Thinking about it makes his breath catch, makes his fingertips tingle.
He gets only a second, a second of stunned surprise where Kangin's mouth moves with his before he's shoved back, hard.
Yesung looks up at Kangin, and Kangin is panting, gasping for air, eyes wild. He reminds Yesung of a wild beast trapped in a corner.
Unthinkingly, Yesung slides his tongue across his lips, and wishes he could taste Kangin just a little bit more, because the hint of mint and soju is strong on his tongue.
"What the fuck was that, hyung?" Kangin's voice is a whisper, while Yesung would rather be yelled at.
Yesung wonders how to answer. He closes his eyes, runs his tongue across his lips again. "That was... what I've been dreaming about." He opens his eyes. "Do you want to punch me?"
-----
Yesung's eyes are too liquid and too hazy for Kangin to like.
He feels all the air leaving his body and he tries to gasp it back in. There' s a whisper of heat crawling up his legs but he tries to ignore it... but it ignores him and travels up to his stomach and back down his chest to his crotch and up to his cheeks.
Yesung's words feel like bullets.
"Don't." He shakes his head. "Don't do that, hyung, stop it, I can't-"
And Yesung is kissing him again.
-----
This time, Kangin's hands close on his arms and it's more than a second. It's moments of Kangin's tongue against his and the taste of mint and soju traveling down his throat.
Yesung feels the moment of silence before Kangin's fist meets his cheek and his neck makes a little sound as his head is whipped to the side. He's bitten the tip of his tongue and the sting of it makes his face flush. He can taste copper in his mouth.
The heat in his stomach has exploded, and it feels like his whole body is on fire. Yesung feel Sparks across his skin; the smell of Kangin's soap and shampoo makes his head twirl.
Yesung looks up, again, and he's sure that if it wasn't before, the desire is plain and bright across his face now. He stands up, presses as close to Kangin as he can. Kangin, whose chest is heaving and whose fists are clenched tight at his sides.
"Again," Yesung whispers, looking straight into his unbelieving eyes.
-----
Kangin can't do this because it's everything he's always been against. But as much as Kangin wants to walk away, the flush on Yesung's face and the strands of his hair that peek out from underneath his beanie makes him look like a china doll. He looks too pretty to be a man at all.
Kangin's mind is telling him all the don'ts and can'ts, but his body is tensed and he can't deny that kissing Yesung is the same as kissing a girl except that it's hotter and Yesung's asking him for more of something that Kangin doesn't think he has in himself to give.
"Please." Yesung closes his hands on Kangin's wrists and presses even closer and Kangin can feel the heat of him through his clothes. "You can't understand how much I need this... And I need it from you, and you need to give it to me because I'm going up in flames and you have to take me higher."
Yesung's voice is breathless and panting and whispered and shit shit shit shit, Kangin's going to give him everything he wants, isn't he?
-----
Yesung thinks that he's going to die waiting for Kangin to do something, to yell, to breathe, to punch, to walk away. All the courage in his body has mutated into something like fear. Yesung's never felt fear, not like this. Not the kind of fear where he thinks that maybe he'll go mad from it.
"Say something." Yesung tries to shake Kangin, but Kangin's a rock, Kangin only stares down at him with a look in his eyes that Yesung wants on his skin. "Say something."
Kangin takes in a deep breath. "Fuck." And he grabs Yesung's face between his huge hands and kisses him.
Triumph swells in Yesung's chest but it's soon swept away by need and want, and Yesung hurries to slide his hands under Kangin's shirt and feel all the warm skin he can reach. He brushes his thumbs across Kangin's nipples and Kangin jumps and bites down slightly on the tip of Yesung's tongue. It's the same jump of heat and pain that Yesung felt before and he moans deep in his chest, and Kangin pulls away.
"Hyung, I don't-" His face was red, and he looks over Yesung's shoulder because he can't meet his eyes.
"Come on." Yesung smiles, slides his fingers just inside the hem of Kangin's jeans and pulls him away.
-----
Yesung doesn't like Kangin being willing. He's dreamt of Kangin fighting every step of the way, all angry eyes and swinging fists. He doesn't' like how Kangin moves so easily with him.
His smirks as they walk into his bedroom and Kangin hesitantly closes the door behind him. "You know what you're going to do, Kangin? You're going to let me do everything to you that I've ever wanted." He sits on his bed and looks up at Kangin from underneath his lashes and laughs softly. "You're just going to give yourself over to me, without a fight, because you know you're weak. You can't resist, can you?"
Something flashes across Kangin's face as he stands in front of Yesung. It's there then gone, but Yesung saw it, and Yesung knows exactly what it is, and he relishes in it.
"I bet you'd even let me fuck you."
Kangin launches himself at him.
-----
Yesung thinks that maybe his head managed to hit the bed frame through the mattress as he's pinned down. The air is knocked out of his lungs and he gasps. Kangin glares down at him and Yesung opens his mouth to say something, anything, but Kangin stops him with the crush of his mouth.
The kiss is hard and angry and Kangin's teeth tear his lips. He can taste blood and his fingers close on Kangin's waist and pull him closer. The press of Kangin's cock against his thigh is sweet, and Yesung doesn't want to waste time.
"Hurry, hurry." He whispers into Kangin's mouth and tugs at Kangin's jeans and the hard look is still in Kangin's eyes as he yanks his clothes off and does the same to Yesung's.
"God." Yesung's eyes roll back as Kangin's heated body presses close to his bare skin. He tangles his fingers into Kangin's hair and yanks slightly. "Fuck me."
-----
Kangin thinks that maybe he's gone insane, maybe he's in hell, he doesn't know, but he doesn't want to think about it. It's not fair that he likes girls, girls, but the sight of Yesung naked is making him hotter and angrier than he can remember ever being. Yesung's skin is pale, almost white, and the muscles in his arm and in his chest is startling because Yesung's hands are delicate and his face is pretty and right now he's asking Kangin in the sweetest voice he's ever heard to fuck him.
He's killing me, Kangin thinks and grabs him by the waist and flips him over to his stomach. Yesung scrambles to his hands and knees and he pushes back and grinds into Kangin's cock and goddamnit fuck it all.
Kangin doesn't know the particulars but he knows what to put into what and He grabs a handful of Yesung's hair, beanie losing gone, and yanks his head back as he pushes into him. Everything is hot and tight and shit, Kangin doesn't think this is the right way to do this and he tries to pull out but Yesung reaches back and and grabs his thigh. His fingernails dig into Kangin's thigh. "Don't fucking stop." He looks over his shoulder and his face is bright red while his eyes are darker than anything Kangin's ever seen before.
So Kangin surrenders, totally, and he doesn't think anymore. His mind shuts down as he sinks deeper into Yesung and Yesung is making small keening noises at the back of this throat. Kangin looks down and he thinks he can see red but he's not really thinking anymore, is he? He holds tighter onto Yesung's hair and bends over him and braces a hand on the bed and his body takes over everything.
-----
Yesung isn't going to last long, not like this, with Kangin pounding into him and the pain that's searing his body but tangling and dissolving into pleasure and heat. He can hear the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and Kangin making a small grunt.
Yesung drops his head onto his elbows and god, everything explodes around him.
"Harder, harder, harder, harder-" Yesung's know exactly sure what's falling out of his lips but whatever it is, Kangin's following because his whole body is being rocked forward and the headboard seems closer than before.
Yesung is close, so close, but he's waiting, because he needs to know that Kangin's fallen over the side of that cliff, he needs to feel everything warm and slick and wet around him, and he doesn't have to wait long.
"Fuck," and Kangin's coming fast and hard and it's wet heat into his body and down the backs of his thighs and Yesung grabs his cock and he's coming too and he thinks he's crying out and the world spins.
---
Kangin blinks and everything is white. He blinks again, pulls back, and it's the expanse of Yesung's back against his cheek. He lifts his head and he's still panting, and Yesung is shaking underneath him.
Something feels heavy in his chest and he pulls back, pulls out, and he tries not to look at anything except for the bedsheets underneath him. They're red, with tiny black vines on the edges, and he lays on his side next to Yesung.
Yesung's eyes are wide open and his mouth is slack and he's swallowing air down his lungs as fast as he can. Kangin wonders if maybe he has asthma and never told anyone?
"Hyung..." Kangin trails off because what's there to say? He pushes his damp hair off his forehead and watches and Yesung pulls himself up, kneels on the bed and looks down at him.
"We're going to do this again, and again." His voice is hoarse. He stretches his arms over his head, back arched, sighs. Kangin doesn't like the feeling swelling in his stomach, but the distaste and fear in his mouth is familiar.
Kangin shakes his head, sits up and turns his back to Yesung. But of course, Yesung doesn't get the message, he never gets the message, and his body is warm still as he presses himself against Kangin's back. But he doesn't say anything at all as he wraps his arms around Kangin's neck and kisses his shoulder. Kangin sighs and reaches up to touch his arm.