Turn the Lights Off
Title: Turn the Lights Off
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Genre: pwp
Wordcount: ~1900
Rating: R
Summary: Ryeowook is shy. ‘nuff said.
Warning: My first attempt pretty much ever at something like this. Please be kind. ;;
Notes: kellsung is a heartless brain-troll who makes people write things against their wills.
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Jongwoon leaned in to kiss Ryeowook. His lips, however, met nothing but cold air as the younger boy ducked, burying his face in Jongwoon's shoulder. Jongwoon took Ryeowook by the shoulders and pushed him back against the wall.
"Why are you hiding from me?" he whispered into the shell of Ryeowook's ear, teeth grazing over the soft skin. Ryeowook only whimpered and twisted in his grasp, desperate to get away. "I don't see why you are being so shy. It's obvious you want this too." With that, Jongwoon pressed his knee between Ryeowook's thighs, parting them and grinding down against the rapidly hardening bulge there. Ryeowook gasped, giving Jongwoon the perfect opportunity. He swooped down again and, this time, successfully fit his mouth over Ryeowook’s. With a quick swipe of his tongue over Ryeowook’s lip, he begged permission. A few hesitant seconds later, Ryeowook consented, his silky-soft lips parting and sliding against Jongwoon’s. The taller man allowed his hands to wander away from Ryeowook’s shoulders. They snaked upward, one tangling in liquidy strands of hair, the other softly holding a cheek. His tongue slipped forward, gently caressing Ryeowook’s. Ryeowook shuddered in his hold, then wound his arms around Jongwoon’s neck.
Pulling the smaller man away from the wall slightly, Jongwoon wrapped his arms around his waist. He tilted his head the other way and deepened the kiss, pulling a soft moan from Ryeowook. Feeling Ryeowook relax in his arms, he dropped one hand to his lower back. Lifting his shirt, he thumbed at the warm skin right above his waistband. Ryeowook shivered again, but continued kissing Jongwoon back, small sighs escaping his nose. A few moments later, he dipped his fingers below the elastic of his sweatpants. He cupped Ryeowook’s ass firmly, dragging the boy closer. He then tugged the loose pants down, letting them fall around their feet. Ryeowook made a small noise, but continued working his hips against Jongwoon’s.
Jongwoon pulled his lips away from Ryeowook’s to press kisses down his neck. He sucked a distraction onto the pale neck and slipped his hand into Ryeowook’s boxers. He squeezed the soft flesh and dragged his finger lightly down the crack. Ryeowook clutched his shirt tightly. He parted the cheeks slightly and rubbed his finger across the puckered entrance. The younger boy jumped in his arms, hands pushing at Jongwoon’s chest. Jongwoon removed his hand and held him close.
“Relax,” he breathed, kissing Ryeowook’s temples. “You’re acting like you haven’t done this before.”
Ryeowook froze, his breath catching in his throat. Jongwoon pulled back to look him in the eye. Ryeowook dropped his gaze to his toes.
“You’re kidding.”
Ryeowook shook his head.
Jongwoon grabbed Ryeowook’s chin, tilting his head up.
“Do you really not want this?”
Ryeowook inhaled sharply and dove forward, catching Jongwoon on the mouth. Jongwoon smiled into the kiss and led the other to his bed. He sat on the edge and pulled Ryeowook onto his lap.
“Here,” he murmured between kisses, “let me.” He tugged his shirt off, then Ryeowook’s, greedily eyeing the newly exposed expanse of pale skin. Ryeowook bucked his hips against Jongwoon’s looking for that friction again. Jongwoon scooted back, pulling Ryeowook with him and reversing their positions. Ryeowook’s back hit the sheets and Jongwoon sidled up against him. His fingers danced across Ryeowook’s chest, ghosting over pert nipples, rubbing down sides and across contracting abs. He laid his hand over Ryeowook’s straining erection, still clothed in his underwear. He rubbed over the bulge, giving Ryeowook the kind of pressure he was looking for. A quiet moan left his kiss-swollen lips.
“Jongwoon,” he panted. “More.”
The older man sat up and shimmied his pants down his hips, taking his boxers with them. He then made short work of peeling Ryeowook’s from his body. He took Ryeowook’s erection in hand and began stroking it firmly. Jongwoon tossed the rest of their clothing to the floor and returned his attentions to Ryeowook’s neck, laving gently at his throat, nibbling his way down. He trailed wet kisses down the smaller man’s abdomen, stopping briefly to dip his tongue into Ryeowook’s bellybutton, and action that had Ryeowook squirming and whimpering under him. He resumed his journey downwards, tongue dragging across undulating hipbones. He glanced up at Ryeowook, who was fitfully clutching the sheets, eyes watching him warily. Stilling his hand, he bent down and kissed the tip.
Ryeowook nearly screamed and shot upright, knocking Jongwoon away from him. Jongwoon couldn’t help the smile that creeped onto his lips at the sight of Ryeowook, his face flushed a deep red and his bottom lip caught between teeth.
“Shhh,” Jongwoon wrestled him back down onto the bed, kissing his lips quickly. He pumped Ryeowook a few times more and leaned down again, licking his way down to where his hand had stilled at the base. His eyes flicked up to Ryeowook again and he wrapped his lips around his length. Pressing his tongue flat against the underside of his cock, he began to suck and his hand resumed its soft squeezing. Ryeowook moaned and his hips bucked up immediately, searching for more heat, more friction. Jongwoon chuckled, the vibrations sending Ryeowook trembling. He took more of Ryeowook’s erection into his mouth, reveling in the sounds spilling from Ryeowook’s lips unrestrained.
“Oh god, Jongwoon,” Ryeowook moaned, releasing the sheets to grab at Jongwoon’s hair, tugging urgently. Jongwoon complied, pulling back and letting Ryeowook fall from his mouth. He licked his lips and slithered back up to rest his forehead against the other’s. Ryeowook’s eyes were huge, staring up into his. His pupils blown wide and desperate.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” Ryeowook tilted his head up. They kissed slowly, lips gliding together and tongues tangling sensually. Ryeowook suddenly pulled back, face flushed red again. “Wait.”
“What is it?” Jongwoon felt the bottom of his belly drop out.
“Do you have...um. You know. Oh my god.” Ryeowook covered his face with his hands. He shook in Jongwoon’s hold.
“Oh,” he said. “Yeah. I mean, I have lube if that’s what you meant.”
Ryeowook nodded his head. From behind his hands, he mumbled, “condoms too?”
Jongwoon reached over to his sidetable. He pulled the drawer open and retrieved a tube of lube and a pack of condoms. Knocking Ryeowook’s hands away he kissed him again until he stopped shaking. He pulled back and, using his teeth, he tore the plastic cover off the cap. He popped it open and coated his fingers quickly. Settling his weight to the side of Ryeowook’s body, he prodded his legs open.
“Jongwoon?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
Jongwoon blinked. He grinned and nuzzled his nose in Ryeowook’s hair. “I love you more.” Taking a deep breath he reached down between Ryeowooks legs. He pressed a finger inside slowly. Ryeowook gasped at the intrusion, but relaxed immediately. He stroked Ryeowook’s inner walls, drawing mewls from the younger boy. He quickly added another, curling and pressing. Ryeowook frowned at the sensation of being stretched, but canted his hips upward, eager to experience everything. A third followed as soon as Jongwoon risked, growing impatient.
“Just do it,” Ryeowook whined. “I’m going to die.”
“No you aren’t,” Jongwoon laughed brushing Ryeowook’s bangs aside, but pulled his fingers free and fumbled with the box of condoms. Cursing to himself for his clumsy fingers, he ripped it open, scattering a dozen of foil packages around. He grabbed one and brushed the rest to the side to be worried about later. He tore the packet open and rolled it on. He groaned at his own touch. He hadn’t noticed how achingly hard he had become and was suddenly in even more of a hurry to get inside his younger lover. He slicked himself up and positioned himself over Ryeowook. He propped himself up on one elbow, the other arm holding his cock steady where it pressed against Ryeowook’s entrance. He kissed the tip of Ryeowook’s nose, then his forehead, and pushed in.
Ryeowook grimaced in pain, and he felt like all the air was being forced from his lungs. He gasped, clawing at the bed with his hand in search of Jongwoon’s. Jongwoon grabbed his hand and squeezed it never stopping the movement of his hips until he was fully sheathed inside. Ryeowook lay under him, chest heaving and twin trails of tears glistening down the sides of his face.
“Aww, baby,” Jongwoon licked one away. “Just breathe. Relax. We can go slow.” Despite everything in his body demanding him to move, to get some friction burning along his cock, he stayed absolutely still, hips flush against Ryeowook’s. Underneath him, Ryeowook shifted his hips, pushing them higher, spreading his legs wider. The difference was incredible. He tossed his head to the side and choked on a moan.
“More, Jongwoon. Move, something, more,” he babbled. He whined high in his throat when Jongwoon did just that, pressing his hips harder against his, pushing him farther into the bed without retreating. Ryeowook gasped and flung his arms around him. Taking this as a good sign, he pulled out slightly and snapped his hips back forward. He repeated this slowly until neither he nor Ryeowook could take it. “More. Moremoremoremoremore. God, Jongwoon, please.”
Jongwoon wrapped Ryeowook’s legs around his waist and began thrusting in earnest. He scooted forward a tiny bit on his knees and bent Ryeowook back a little farther. With a cry, Ryeowook arched off the bed. Jongwoon held him tight and adjusted his thrusts so they angled in the same every time. Ryeowook thrashed beneath him, his sensitive nerves receiving the brunt of every drive in. With Ryeowook clenching around him so tightly, Jongwoon felt his end nearing. He reached between them and took Ryeowook’s dripping cock in hand again, tugging and brushing his thumb over the head.
“Close?” he asked, bending down to flick those infuriating bangs back again with his nose. Ryeowook didn’t answer, not coherently, anyway. He merely tightened his legs around Jongwoon’s waist and squeezed his hand, which was still laced with his, tighter. His breath left him in strangled pants. Without any real warning, he suddenly clamped down even harder around Jongwoon. His hips bucked up and his back arched, hot pulses washing over his body as he came with Jongwoon’s name on his lips. Jongwoon buried his face in the crook of Ryeowook’s neck, the spasming of Ryeowook’s body against and around his own throwing him off the edge as well.
They lay together, panting. When he finally regained his breath, Jongwoon rolled off to the side, pulling out as he did so. Ryeowook followed him, cuddling close, warm and sated.
“Well? Any good?” Jongwoon asked, tracing patterns along Ryeowook’s bare spine. Ryeowook squeaked and hid his face in Jongwoon’s chest.
“Oh my god, don’t ask that!” Ryeowook wailed.
“There you go being all shy again,” Jongwoon cooed. He tugged the sheets out from under them and over their bodies, frowning as the forgotten condom packets slid off onto the floor. He’d have to remember to gather those.
“I’m not shy.”
“And you are six feet tall,” Jongwoon mocked, ruffling his hair endearingly.
“I’m not,” Ryeowook insisted. He yawned and snuggled down into the blankets. Jongwoon smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around him.
“I love you,” he whispered into Ryeowook’s hair.
“I love you more.”
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Genre: pwp
Wordcount: ~1900
Rating: R
Summary: Ryeowook is shy. ‘nuff said.
Warning: My first attempt pretty much ever at something like this. Please be kind. ;;
Notes: kellsung is a heartless brain-troll who makes people write things against their wills.
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Jongwoon leaned in to kiss Ryeowook. His lips, however, met nothing but cold air as the younger boy ducked, burying his face in Jongwoon's shoulder. Jongwoon took Ryeowook by the shoulders and pushed him back against the wall.
"Why are you hiding from me?" he whispered into the shell of Ryeowook's ear, teeth grazing over the soft skin. Ryeowook only whimpered and twisted in his grasp, desperate to get away. "I don't see why you are being so shy. It's obvious you want this too." With that, Jongwoon pressed his knee between Ryeowook's thighs, parting them and grinding down against the rapidly hardening bulge there. Ryeowook gasped, giving Jongwoon the perfect opportunity. He swooped down again and, this time, successfully fit his mouth over Ryeowook’s. With a quick swipe of his tongue over Ryeowook’s lip, he begged permission. A few hesitant seconds later, Ryeowook consented, his silky-soft lips parting and sliding against Jongwoon’s. The taller man allowed his hands to wander away from Ryeowook’s shoulders. They snaked upward, one tangling in liquidy strands of hair, the other softly holding a cheek. His tongue slipped forward, gently caressing Ryeowook’s. Ryeowook shuddered in his hold, then wound his arms around Jongwoon’s neck.
Pulling the smaller man away from the wall slightly, Jongwoon wrapped his arms around his waist. He tilted his head the other way and deepened the kiss, pulling a soft moan from Ryeowook. Feeling Ryeowook relax in his arms, he dropped one hand to his lower back. Lifting his shirt, he thumbed at the warm skin right above his waistband. Ryeowook shivered again, but continued kissing Jongwoon back, small sighs escaping his nose. A few moments later, he dipped his fingers below the elastic of his sweatpants. He cupped Ryeowook’s ass firmly, dragging the boy closer. He then tugged the loose pants down, letting them fall around their feet. Ryeowook made a small noise, but continued working his hips against Jongwoon’s.
Jongwoon pulled his lips away from Ryeowook’s to press kisses down his neck. He sucked a distraction onto the pale neck and slipped his hand into Ryeowook’s boxers. He squeezed the soft flesh and dragged his finger lightly down the crack. Ryeowook clutched his shirt tightly. He parted the cheeks slightly and rubbed his finger across the puckered entrance. The younger boy jumped in his arms, hands pushing at Jongwoon’s chest. Jongwoon removed his hand and held him close.
“Relax,” he breathed, kissing Ryeowook’s temples. “You’re acting like you haven’t done this before.”
Ryeowook froze, his breath catching in his throat. Jongwoon pulled back to look him in the eye. Ryeowook dropped his gaze to his toes.
“You’re kidding.”
Ryeowook shook his head.
Jongwoon grabbed Ryeowook’s chin, tilting his head up.
“Do you really not want this?”
Ryeowook inhaled sharply and dove forward, catching Jongwoon on the mouth. Jongwoon smiled into the kiss and led the other to his bed. He sat on the edge and pulled Ryeowook onto his lap.
“Here,” he murmured between kisses, “let me.” He tugged his shirt off, then Ryeowook’s, greedily eyeing the newly exposed expanse of pale skin. Ryeowook bucked his hips against Jongwoon’s looking for that friction again. Jongwoon scooted back, pulling Ryeowook with him and reversing their positions. Ryeowook’s back hit the sheets and Jongwoon sidled up against him. His fingers danced across Ryeowook’s chest, ghosting over pert nipples, rubbing down sides and across contracting abs. He laid his hand over Ryeowook’s straining erection, still clothed in his underwear. He rubbed over the bulge, giving Ryeowook the kind of pressure he was looking for. A quiet moan left his kiss-swollen lips.
“Jongwoon,” he panted. “More.”
The older man sat up and shimmied his pants down his hips, taking his boxers with them. He then made short work of peeling Ryeowook’s from his body. He took Ryeowook’s erection in hand and began stroking it firmly. Jongwoon tossed the rest of their clothing to the floor and returned his attentions to Ryeowook’s neck, laving gently at his throat, nibbling his way down. He trailed wet kisses down the smaller man’s abdomen, stopping briefly to dip his tongue into Ryeowook’s bellybutton, and action that had Ryeowook squirming and whimpering under him. He resumed his journey downwards, tongue dragging across undulating hipbones. He glanced up at Ryeowook, who was fitfully clutching the sheets, eyes watching him warily. Stilling his hand, he bent down and kissed the tip.
Ryeowook nearly screamed and shot upright, knocking Jongwoon away from him. Jongwoon couldn’t help the smile that creeped onto his lips at the sight of Ryeowook, his face flushed a deep red and his bottom lip caught between teeth.
“Shhh,” Jongwoon wrestled him back down onto the bed, kissing his lips quickly. He pumped Ryeowook a few times more and leaned down again, licking his way down to where his hand had stilled at the base. His eyes flicked up to Ryeowook again and he wrapped his lips around his length. Pressing his tongue flat against the underside of his cock, he began to suck and his hand resumed its soft squeezing. Ryeowook moaned and his hips bucked up immediately, searching for more heat, more friction. Jongwoon chuckled, the vibrations sending Ryeowook trembling. He took more of Ryeowook’s erection into his mouth, reveling in the sounds spilling from Ryeowook’s lips unrestrained.
“Oh god, Jongwoon,” Ryeowook moaned, releasing the sheets to grab at Jongwoon’s hair, tugging urgently. Jongwoon complied, pulling back and letting Ryeowook fall from his mouth. He licked his lips and slithered back up to rest his forehead against the other’s. Ryeowook’s eyes were huge, staring up into his. His pupils blown wide and desperate.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” Ryeowook tilted his head up. They kissed slowly, lips gliding together and tongues tangling sensually. Ryeowook suddenly pulled back, face flushed red again. “Wait.”
“What is it?” Jongwoon felt the bottom of his belly drop out.
“Do you have...um. You know. Oh my god.” Ryeowook covered his face with his hands. He shook in Jongwoon’s hold.
“Oh,” he said. “Yeah. I mean, I have lube if that’s what you meant.”
Ryeowook nodded his head. From behind his hands, he mumbled, “condoms too?”
Jongwoon reached over to his sidetable. He pulled the drawer open and retrieved a tube of lube and a pack of condoms. Knocking Ryeowook’s hands away he kissed him again until he stopped shaking. He pulled back and, using his teeth, he tore the plastic cover off the cap. He popped it open and coated his fingers quickly. Settling his weight to the side of Ryeowook’s body, he prodded his legs open.
“Jongwoon?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
Jongwoon blinked. He grinned and nuzzled his nose in Ryeowook’s hair. “I love you more.” Taking a deep breath he reached down between Ryeowooks legs. He pressed a finger inside slowly. Ryeowook gasped at the intrusion, but relaxed immediately. He stroked Ryeowook’s inner walls, drawing mewls from the younger boy. He quickly added another, curling and pressing. Ryeowook frowned at the sensation of being stretched, but canted his hips upward, eager to experience everything. A third followed as soon as Jongwoon risked, growing impatient.
“Just do it,” Ryeowook whined. “I’m going to die.”
“No you aren’t,” Jongwoon laughed brushing Ryeowook’s bangs aside, but pulled his fingers free and fumbled with the box of condoms. Cursing to himself for his clumsy fingers, he ripped it open, scattering a dozen of foil packages around. He grabbed one and brushed the rest to the side to be worried about later. He tore the packet open and rolled it on. He groaned at his own touch. He hadn’t noticed how achingly hard he had become and was suddenly in even more of a hurry to get inside his younger lover. He slicked himself up and positioned himself over Ryeowook. He propped himself up on one elbow, the other arm holding his cock steady where it pressed against Ryeowook’s entrance. He kissed the tip of Ryeowook’s nose, then his forehead, and pushed in.
Ryeowook grimaced in pain, and he felt like all the air was being forced from his lungs. He gasped, clawing at the bed with his hand in search of Jongwoon’s. Jongwoon grabbed his hand and squeezed it never stopping the movement of his hips until he was fully sheathed inside. Ryeowook lay under him, chest heaving and twin trails of tears glistening down the sides of his face.
“Aww, baby,” Jongwoon licked one away. “Just breathe. Relax. We can go slow.” Despite everything in his body demanding him to move, to get some friction burning along his cock, he stayed absolutely still, hips flush against Ryeowook’s. Underneath him, Ryeowook shifted his hips, pushing them higher, spreading his legs wider. The difference was incredible. He tossed his head to the side and choked on a moan.
“More, Jongwoon. Move, something, more,” he babbled. He whined high in his throat when Jongwoon did just that, pressing his hips harder against his, pushing him farther into the bed without retreating. Ryeowook gasped and flung his arms around him. Taking this as a good sign, he pulled out slightly and snapped his hips back forward. He repeated this slowly until neither he nor Ryeowook could take it. “More. Moremoremoremoremore. God, Jongwoon, please.”
Jongwoon wrapped Ryeowook’s legs around his waist and began thrusting in earnest. He scooted forward a tiny bit on his knees and bent Ryeowook back a little farther. With a cry, Ryeowook arched off the bed. Jongwoon held him tight and adjusted his thrusts so they angled in the same every time. Ryeowook thrashed beneath him, his sensitive nerves receiving the brunt of every drive in. With Ryeowook clenching around him so tightly, Jongwoon felt his end nearing. He reached between them and took Ryeowook’s dripping cock in hand again, tugging and brushing his thumb over the head.
“Close?” he asked, bending down to flick those infuriating bangs back again with his nose. Ryeowook didn’t answer, not coherently, anyway. He merely tightened his legs around Jongwoon’s waist and squeezed his hand, which was still laced with his, tighter. His breath left him in strangled pants. Without any real warning, he suddenly clamped down even harder around Jongwoon. His hips bucked up and his back arched, hot pulses washing over his body as he came with Jongwoon’s name on his lips. Jongwoon buried his face in the crook of Ryeowook’s neck, the spasming of Ryeowook’s body against and around his own throwing him off the edge as well.
They lay together, panting. When he finally regained his breath, Jongwoon rolled off to the side, pulling out as he did so. Ryeowook followed him, cuddling close, warm and sated.
“Well? Any good?” Jongwoon asked, tracing patterns along Ryeowook’s bare spine. Ryeowook squeaked and hid his face in Jongwoon’s chest.
“Oh my god, don’t ask that!” Ryeowook wailed.
“There you go being all shy again,” Jongwoon cooed. He tugged the sheets out from under them and over their bodies, frowning as the forgotten condom packets slid off onto the floor. He’d have to remember to gather those.
“I’m not shy.”
“And you are six feet tall,” Jongwoon mocked, ruffling his hair endearingly.
“I’m not,” Ryeowook insisted. He yawned and snuggled down into the blankets. Jongwoon smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around him.
“I love you,” he whispered into Ryeowook’s hair.
“I love you more.”