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playing to win
nc-17, yehsung x ryeowook
450+ words
Ryeowook holds him until he stops jerking in his arms, body going slack against his. It's the least he could do, really.
a/n: Battle Royale!AU. Ryeowook loosely based off of Mitsuko, though which interpretation he's closer to, I'm not entirely sure.
"Ah... it h-hurts," Ryeowook whimpers, turning back to wince at Jongwoon. It does, to some degree, but his features are carefully schooled to express more pain than he really feels. This isn't his first time, not by a long shot, but playing the role of the defenseless virgin has gotten him this far and he isn't about to slack off when he's finally got Jongwoon (quite literally) with his pants down.
In another life, he might have become an actor. Perhaps performed on musical stages, showing off the voice that is his most prized asset. As it is, he's only trying to survive this game. By any means necessary.
"I'm sorry. Do you want me to stop?" Jongwoon looks entirely serious, worrying his bottom lip as he pauses mid-thrust. He rests his hand on Ryeowook's back, soothingly rubbing along his spine.
Ryeowook shivers, involuntarily. It's been a long time since a man's actually been concerned enough to stop. But Jongwoon - poor, desperate outcast - isn't like the men he usually sleeps with. Jongwoon has absolutely no idea what he's getting himself into.
"N-no, please don't. It feels good." He's neither lying nor exaggerating this time. Jongwoon does feel good, hard and hot and just the right size, pressing deeper inside him. It's a shame the school has a uniform policy - if the student population had gotten a better look at the size of his cock, he would have had more friends.
"If you're sure..." But Ryeowook knows the hesitation is just a formality. Jongwoon wants this even more than he does. He starts rocking his hips, thrusts sharp and deep, wringing soft whimpering gasps from Ryeowook's lips. It feels good, but it's not enough, and Ryeowook knows it. He's just waiting for Jongwoon to finish.
Then, quite unexpectedly, he feels Jongwoon's hand wrap around his cock, fingers stroking along the bottom as his thumb teases the head. A twist of his wrist sends Ryeowook's head tossing back, a surprised gasp escaping his lips. The small hands that he so often got teased for are obviously more talented than they appear. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ryeowook thinks he's probably had plenty of practice masturbating, but his more immediate thoughts consist of, "Oh my fucking God, more."
Jongwoon comes first, Ryeowook shortly after he pulls out. He is still shaking when they collapse on the grass, curling up against one another. Jongwoon smiles down at him, mouth softly brushing a kiss across his forehead.
"Don't worry, Ryeowookie... I'll protect you."
Ryeowook knows he means it with all his heart and, for the first time since the game started, he feels something like guilt creeping inside his gut. But it's not enough to stop him from reaching behind Jongwoon for the knife hidden in his school bag, not enough to stop him from thrusting it into his back.
Ryeowook holds him until he stops jerking in his arms, body going slack against his. It's the least he could do, really.
nc-17, yehsung x ryeowook
450+ words
Ryeowook holds him until he stops jerking in his arms, body going slack against his. It's the least he could do, really.
a/n: Battle Royale!AU. Ryeowook loosely based off of Mitsuko, though which interpretation he's closer to, I'm not entirely sure.
"Ah... it h-hurts," Ryeowook whimpers, turning back to wince at Jongwoon. It does, to some degree, but his features are carefully schooled to express more pain than he really feels. This isn't his first time, not by a long shot, but playing the role of the defenseless virgin has gotten him this far and he isn't about to slack off when he's finally got Jongwoon (quite literally) with his pants down.
In another life, he might have become an actor. Perhaps performed on musical stages, showing off the voice that is his most prized asset. As it is, he's only trying to survive this game. By any means necessary.
"I'm sorry. Do you want me to stop?" Jongwoon looks entirely serious, worrying his bottom lip as he pauses mid-thrust. He rests his hand on Ryeowook's back, soothingly rubbing along his spine.
Ryeowook shivers, involuntarily. It's been a long time since a man's actually been concerned enough to stop. But Jongwoon - poor, desperate outcast - isn't like the men he usually sleeps with. Jongwoon has absolutely no idea what he's getting himself into.
"N-no, please don't. It feels good." He's neither lying nor exaggerating this time. Jongwoon does feel good, hard and hot and just the right size, pressing deeper inside him. It's a shame the school has a uniform policy - if the student population had gotten a better look at the size of his cock, he would have had more friends.
"If you're sure..." But Ryeowook knows the hesitation is just a formality. Jongwoon wants this even more than he does. He starts rocking his hips, thrusts sharp and deep, wringing soft whimpering gasps from Ryeowook's lips. It feels good, but it's not enough, and Ryeowook knows it. He's just waiting for Jongwoon to finish.
Then, quite unexpectedly, he feels Jongwoon's hand wrap around his cock, fingers stroking along the bottom as his thumb teases the head. A twist of his wrist sends Ryeowook's head tossing back, a surprised gasp escaping his lips. The small hands that he so often got teased for are obviously more talented than they appear. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ryeowook thinks he's probably had plenty of practice masturbating, but his more immediate thoughts consist of, "Oh my fucking God, more."
Jongwoon comes first, Ryeowook shortly after he pulls out. He is still shaking when they collapse on the grass, curling up against one another. Jongwoon smiles down at him, mouth softly brushing a kiss across his forehead.
"Don't worry, Ryeowookie... I'll protect you."
Ryeowook knows he means it with all his heart and, for the first time since the game started, he feels something like guilt creeping inside his gut. But it's not enough to stop him from reaching behind Jongwoon for the knife hidden in his school bag, not enough to stop him from thrusting it into his back.
Ryeowook holds him until he stops jerking in his arms, body going slack against his. It's the least he could do, really.