# 14, 19, 20, 94
Insanity
WC: 650
Jongwoon had been complaining for so long about his back pain that one day, finally, Ryeowook snaps. He threatens Jongwoon with no sex ever again if Jongwoon mentions it one more time without doing anything about it. The problem, Ryeowook decides, is that Jongwoon works too hard, pushes himself past his limits, then lies around and complains instead of seeing a chiropractor or getting a massage. The self-destructive behaviour, Ryeowook says, has to stop and if it takes him holding their sex-life hostage to get results, he’s more than willing to do so. This gets Jongwoon in action like nothing had before. He goes straight out to the store and buys an expensive memory foam mattress and throws his old box spring set out on the curb.
“It’s supposed to be great for your back,” Jongwoon says hopefully, tucking his fingers into Ryeowook’s belt loop. “I thought I could at least try it.”
Ryeowook smiles and kisses him for a job well done before crawling onto the middle of the bed and faceplanting.
“Oh god,” he moans. “This is beautiful.”
Jongwoon laughs and joins him on the bed. The foam molds around their bodies as they embrace and fall into a midday slumber.
After a week, Jongwoon has no back pain to complain of. He tells this to Ryeowook, who looks him up and down skeptically. At first, he thinks Jongwoon’s just saying this to get into his pants (it has been a while) but he decides otherwise. Jongwoon looks well-rested and happy and Ryeowook thinks he must be telling the truth. When he runs a hand down Jongwoon’s spine, the older man doesn’t flinch or wince, but presses into the touch.
“Hmm, is that so?” Ryeowook wonders, trailing his fingers around Jongwoon’s front and down his thigh. “Maybe we should try your new bed out?”
Jongwoon is more than happy to agree.
At first, it’s fun, playful even. Jongwoon tosses Ryeowook onto the bed and they giggle about how far Ryeowook sinks into the mattress. Ryeowook stretches and nestles down, working his shoulders into a little comfortable grove after Jongwoon removes his shirt. He sighs contentedly as his own spine straightens out and realigns. Jongwoon divests him of his jeans and boxers before moving to work on his own clothing. Jongwoon finds it’s a little awkward to clamber around, his knees sinking as he shifts around to spread Ryeowook’s legs and press slickened fingers inside, but it’s workable.
That is, until he tries to bend Ryeowook’s legs back and get things going.
“Come on, Ryeowook,” he growls, one hand steadying himself while pushing Ryeowook’s leg back with the other. “Don’t make me do everything. Pull your legs up.”
“I am,” Ryeowook gasps. Jongwoon looks up and sees Ryeowook’s bent nearly in half and is quivering from the strain of keeping himself as such. “I keep sinking down!”
“Well...” Jongwoon assesses the situation as quickly as his lust-hazed brain will allow. “Roll over. It might be easier with you on your knees.”
Ryeowook does as he’s told and spreads his knees and elbows, hoping that if he disperses his weight farther apart he won’t sink as far. It’s a valiant effort, but as soon as Jongwoon presses in he nearly collapses and draws his arms closer together with a whine.
“It’s like having sex in quicksand,” Ryeowook cries as his knees sink another inch into the foam. “This is terrible.”
“Shut up,” Jongwoon growls. “We’ll make it work.”
They do, kind of, make it work, falling into a strange rhythm that involves a lot of not moving and short, shallow thrusts. By the time they finish, Jongwoon is exhausted and complaining of back pain again.
“This is worse,” Ryeowook sighs. “That wasn’t even any good.”
Jongwoon agrees and suggests they have sex on the couch from now on. He gets a punch to the ribs for his effort.
Dusk
WC: 325
Shindong toes his shoes off in the doorway and debates turning on a light. It’s not too late, his evening out was cut short by early schedules to keep the next day. His day was long, though, and he can feel the pull of exhaustion on his entire body. He’s ready to call it a night and go straight to bed when a lump on the sofa prevents him from his crash. He tiptoes over, expecting to find Siwon, who stays over as often as he does, but is surprised to see Ryeowook curled around a throw pillow. A thin blanket is thrown over his legs and Shindong frowns. If someone took the time to cover him up, why didn’t they just take him to bed? Deciding to be a good hyung, he stoops down to tug the pillow away from Ryeowook. The younger boy only clutches to it tighter, drawing his knees up to curl more securely around it.
“Come on, Ryeowook,” Shindong mutters to himself. He pulls harder but stops when Ryeowook makes a little sad noise and his eyebrows scrunch up. He drops his hands to his sides with a huff. “Are you an adult or not?”
Ryeowook remains dead to his question, sleeping so peacefully that Shindong almost decides to give up on relocation attempts and sleep in Ryeowook’s bed himself. He resolves to give it one more try, though, and scoops Ryeowook up, pillow, blanket, and all. From there, he shuffles down the hall and kicks Ryeowook’s bedroom door open lightly. He sets him on his bed and pulls the blankets all the way up to his chin. He’s not Jungsu or Sungmin so he doesn’t give Ryeowook a kiss on the forehead, but he gives the boy’s stomach a stout pat before leaving and claiming the couch for himself.
When his door closes, Ryeowook giggles into the darkness and promises to cook an extra yummy breakfast in the morning.
Dawn
WC: 246
Ryeowook wakes early one morning. When he crawls out from beneath the blankets, he sees that it’s five minutes before the alarm and that he has just enough time to make their morning perfect. Carefully, so as to not wake Jongwoon, he rolls Jongwoon back to the middle of the bed and nestles down in his arms. He pulls the blankets up around them and settles his head on Jongwoon’s chest and closes his eyes.
In five minutes when when the alarm begins to go off, Jongwoon’s arms tighten around him as he takes the first deep breath of wakefulness. He blinks his eyes open and turns his head to see Ryeowook cuddled up ever so sweetly in his arms. With a smile, he turns the alarm off and nuzzles his nose into Ryeowook’s hair. Ryeowook stirs and blinks with fake sleepiness and gives a little yawn.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Jongwoon says, pressing their lips together in the first of many kisses of the day. “Did you sleep here all night?”
“Mmhmm,” Ryeowook hums, snuggling closer and pressing his lips to Jongwoon’s collarbone. “You’re comfortable and warm.”
Jongwoon squeezes him close for a second before patting him on the back. “We gotta get up.”
“Five more minutes?” Ryeowook begs, fingers clutching Jongwoon’s worn t-shirt.
“Fine,” Jongwoon agrees and they cuddle back together and enjoy the weight of each other’s bodies so close to their own and doze until someone comes to drag them out of bed.
Teddy Bear
WC: 235
Jongwoon stumbles into Ryeowook’s bedroom and finds the young man curled up beneath several blankets on the bed. Ryeowook’s turned the wrong way on the mattress and he’s tucked into a tiny ball, his knees presumably pulled up to his chest under the covers. Jongwoon sits on the side of the bed and pulls the blankets down to reveal Ryeowook’s head and shakes him awake. Jongwoon gives Ryeowook’s butt a little pat through the layers covering him and Ryeowook whines.
“What are you doing sleeping like this?” he asks when Ryeowook finally blinks open his eyes. “Turn around and put your head on your pillow at least.”
Ryeowook glares up at him but his eyes are sleepy and smudged with two-day-old eyeliner and he just looks pathetic. Jongwoon gathers him up, blankets and all, and turns him so his head falls onto a pillow. He sits back down and strokes the side of Ryeowook’s face.
“Why’d you wake me up?” Ryeowook grumbles, digging his head more comfortably into the pillow while pulling his legs back up, growling when Jongwoon leans down and presses a kiss to his eyebrow.
“I wanted to see you. Why are you asleep anyways?”
“I’m sleepy.”
Jongwoon sighs and lifts the blanket up enough to slip under and curls around Ryeowook’s body. “Oh my god,” he breathes. “You’re freezing!”
“I know,” Ryeowook whines, burrowing back into Jongwoon’s hold. “Warm me up.”
Magic
WC: 405
A/N: Posting early for my darling seeeno bc she had a rough couple of minutes and I have to make it up to her for laughing at her and sending her one direction songs that laugh at her, too.
One of Ryeowook’s absolute favorite things is to have Jongwoon play with his hair. He’ll never ask outright for Jongwoon to play with it, but when it happens, it’s relaxing enough to put him to sleep no matter where they are. Jongwoon comes up behind him and strokes his fingers through the silky locks until Ryeowook’s knees buckle and he pitches forward. Jongwoon laughs at him when this happens and heaves him back up, arm tight around his waist. He’s never told Jongwoon how sensitive he is to it or how much he enjoys it, but he figures he doesn’t have to. Jongwoon’s smug little smirk every time it happens says enough.
Jongwoon doesn’t always use his powers over Ryeowook’s sensitive scalp for evil, though.
It is late one night, a night that would be followed by an early morning and a long day of schedules, that Ryeowook finds himself unable to sleep. He tosses and turns as much as he can in Jongwoon’s sleepy death-grip. He counts giraffes, tells himself stories, and at one point even sings himself a quiet lullaby. Nothing is enough to tucker out his whirring mind and put him to sleep. That is, until Jongwoon stirs and rolls Ryeowook back over to face him. He props himself up on one elbow after tucking Ryeowook’s head snugly on top of it and leans over him. His free hand comes up and smooths over his forehead, brushing his bangs back enough for him to drop a simple kiss to the exposed skin. His fingers keep going, running through his hair, tugging just enough to have Ryeowook’s eyelids droop. He rolls the frazzled, product-dried strands between his fingertips and tut-tuts about how Ryeowook needs to take better care of his hair. Ryeowook hums in response, almost purrs, and he can’t open his eyes no matter how hard he tries. He’s out cold in minutes, limp in Jongwoon’s grasp. Jongwoon settles back down, pulls Ryeowook onto his chest, and resumes petting his hair until he falls asleep as well. When Ryeowook wakes in the morning, his hair is a rat’s nest and he grumbles as tries to pat it down. Jongwoon sits up behind him and kisses him below his ear before reaching up with a brush he’d snagged from the dresser and untangling Ryeowook’s hair himself. Ryeowook leans heavily against him, half-way asleep again, and reminds himself to return the favor one day.