#72 Ribbon
Title: Ribbon
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Wordcount: 1,773
Rating: NC-17
Warning: breathplay
Summary: Ryeowook is a happy fellow who likes to follow rules.
Notes: For kellsung the things I do for you!! You kartoffel bully!
Part of my 100 Word Challenge.
Kim Ryeowook is a happy fellow. He likes to avoid trouble, so he always pays his taxes on time and crosses on green lights. One day, as he returns to his office after his hour lunch break, he crosses the road. The light is delightfully and safely green, but he is nearly mowed down by a car.
The car skids to a stop and out storms and an angry man, one Ryeowook recognizes as his boss, Kim Jongwoon. Kim Jongwoon is, on this day, decidedly not a happy fellow. Ryeowook discovers this first hand when Jongwoon screams two inches from his face about proper street-crossing techniques. Ryeowook takes a slow breath and kindly points out the red light Jongwoon had run. Jongwoon scoffs and spins on his heel. He climbs back into his car and speeds off, tires squealing on the pavement.
Ryeowook rolls his eyes, sighs, and continues on his way. Later that day, as he is sitting at his desk doing mundane office tasks, a memo falls onto his desk. It requests his presence on the twenty-fifth floor, office number one. Ryeowook feels the pit of his stomach turn to ice. Office number one on the twenty-fifth floor belongs to Kim Jongwoon. Ryeowook sets his pens and papers away, puts his computer to hibernate, and leaves his office. The elevator ride to the twenty-fifth floor is a short one, seeing as Ryeowook himself works on the twenty-third. Within minutes, he is seated in Jongwoon's office.
"I thought you were familiar," Jongwoon scoffs. "Some balls you've got, talking back to me like you did. You know I could have your position terminated instantly, right?"
Ryeowook merely flashes his usual happy smile and replies, "But then there would be no one to remind you of the traffic laws, Mr. Kim."
Jongwoon stares at him, eyes hard and cold. The furrow in his forehead deepens as his glare intensifies.
"If that's all," Ryeowook says, "then I'll be getting back to work." He barely makes it to the door before a hand grabs his arm and spins him around. He finds himself shoved against the door, air pushed from his lungs as a strong forearm braces itself across his chest.
"I didn't dismiss you, Mr. Kim," Jongwoon sneers.
“I won’t tolerate such treatment,” Ryeowook purrs, drawing his fingertips along Jongwoon’s arm before prying it away. “Have a good day, Mr. Kim.” With that, Ryeowook slips out the door and reenters the elevator. Just before the door slides shut, Jongwoon slips in.
“I said, Mr. Kim, I didn’t dismiss you.”
Ryeowook quirks and eyebrow and leans against the wall of the elevator, hands gripping the railing, back arched just the smallest bit. “What are you going to do about it, sir?”
Jongwoon nearly punches out the button for the bottom floor, the parking garage. “I’m going to have to teach you how to respect your superiors.”
“Pray tell, how do you plan on doing that?” Ryeowook breathes. The air in the elevator is close and he can feel the faint beginnings of perspiration forming on his back.
“You’ll see.”
The doors open to the garage and Jongwoon grabs Ryeowook by the arm again. He drags him to the nearest car, the CEO parking spot. It’s a sleek black car; one Ryeowook is very familiar with. Ryeowook admires the leather seat as he’s pushed headfirst into. Jongwoon comes around the other side of the car and gets in. The engine starts with a roar and the car races out of the garage and onto the road. Ryeowook watches the tall buildings of the business district rush by and be replaced by high-rise apartments. Jongwoon’s hand floats over to his thigh, ghosting touches up and down the fabric of Ryeowook’s neatly pressed pants. His fingers trail a little too high and Ryeowook has to bite his lip to keep from making a sound.
He can see Jongwoon’s smug little smirk out of the corner of his eye and he turns to face the window, now allowing Jongwoon the satisfaction of seeing his flushed face and bitten lips. Jongwoon pulls into another parking garage within minutes and he cuts the engine. Ryeowook stumbles out of the car, hissing at the tightness in his pants. Jongwoon comes around the car and pushes him against the tinted window, lips finding the juncture of his jaw and neck with expert precision. Ryeowook can’t hold back the moan this time, taken by surprise by Jongwoon’s sudden action. Jongwoon nibbles and sucks little marks down to the starched collar of Ryeowook’s shirt. Jongwoon pops the button at his throat and loosens the purple silk tie, but then pulls away. He toys with the fabric for a second, then sets it back in place. He takes Ryeowook by the hand and leads him to the elevator. Once inside, he reattaches himself to Ryeowook’s neck, hand delving down to rub against the bulge in Ryeowook’s pants. Ryeowook’s legs turn to jelly as they ascend to the penthouse.
They stumble into the penthouse, lips crushed together and tongues sliding wet and hot against one another. They collapse on the couch, a tangle of limbs half pulled through sleeves and belts dangling open from beltloops. Jongwoon pins Ryeowook down to the couch and sits up, pulling his shirt completely off. Next to go is the clinging wifebeater he wears underneath. Ryeowook pulls at his tie again while Jongwoon works on the buttons of his shirt, but Jongwoon grabs his hands again.
“Leave it on.”
Ryeowook’s eyes widen, but he lets the strips of fabric slip through his fingers and he moves to tug his pants off instead. Once he’s naked, Jongwoon flips him over onto his stomach, then hikes him up onto his knees. Jongwoon’s hand rubs appreciatively over the flesh of his ass, squeezing the supple flesh greedily. Ryeowook grips the leather material the best he can, willing himself to relax when he hears the snick of a bottle being opened. Jongwoon slides a finger in, cool and smooth. Ryeowook moans loudly, knees sliding farther apart. His skin is slick by the time Jongwoon drives two more fingers in, rubbing mercilessly inside him and his knee threatens to slip right off the edge of the couch. Jongwoon sees it happening and pulls his legs in close together. Ryeowook howls as Jongwoon forces his fingers in deeper to combat the new tightness. They brush over a spot that has him seeing white and nearly screaming. Jongwoon says something behind him, something possibly dirty and degrading, but Ryeowook can’t focus on anything other than the fingers twisting inside him.
Then, they’re gone. Ryeowook shoves his hips back, searching for something to fill the void, but he only gets a smart smack to the ass for his troubles. His fingernails dig into the leather and he forces himself to breathe. Then he can’t. He’s yanked backwards, elbows coming an inch off the couch as his tie tightens around his neck. His fingers scrabble to loosen the fabric, but both ends are tightly fisted in Jongwoon’s hand behind him. Ryeowook tries to sit up on his knees, tries to gulp in air, but Jongwoon knocks him back down. Just when he’s about to give up, throw out the white flag and beg Jongwoon for mercy, the tie loosens and he can breathe. He falls forward on his elbows and sucks in a cool breath. Then, the air is knocked from his lungs again as Jongwoon pushes inside. He’d been so preoccupied by his fight for survival that he’d forgotten what was to come. The stretch is surprising and painful, but it sends electricity through his veins and he swears he’s never been so turned on in his life.
Jongwoon wastes no time in setting a heavy pace, rocking into Ryeowook with enough force to have the younger man slide forward across the couch. Before Ryeowook can pick himself up and return to his position, he’s yanked back by the tie and he’s half suspended in the air again. He grips the back of the couch as his body pulses with painful fire. Jongwoon releases his tie, and Ryeowook collapses again, trying to suck in air while moans are forced from his throat. He chokes.
“You love that, don’t you? You like it when I choke you,” Jongwoon hisses in his ear. Ryeowook squeezes his eyes shut and groans in response. Jongwoon is thrusting into him harder than Ryeowook’s ever had. He can feel the tips of Jongwoon’s fingers digging into his hips, short nails leaving crescent marks.
Ryeowook cries out in protest when Jongwoon pulls out. He’s flipped roughly onto his back and he stares, dazed, up at the ceiling. His chest is heaving when Jongwoon comes, hand tight around himself as he jerks himself to completion, come spurting like liquid fire across Ryeowook’s torso. Ryeowook regains focus, tilting his head down to catch Jongwoon’s eyes. It’s a mistake, he finds, because Jongwoon’s eyes are just as dark and dangerous as they had been in the office. Still, he’s so hard he can barely see straight, let alone worry about what Jongwoon thinks of him at the moment. His hand moves to wrap around his cock, but it’s slapped away. Before he can protest, his breath is cut off again and a tight grip engulfs his cock. He writhes beneath Jongwoon, hips bucking up into the pleasurable touch while his hands claw at the band of fabric around his neck. He tries desperately to slip his fingers between it and his skin, but the fit is too close.
Just when he thinks he’s going to pass out, Jongwoon grabs the tie-knot and yanks, pulling the fabric away completely. It’s at this moment that Ryeowook comes, back arching beautifully off the couch, spurts of come joining Jongwoon’s across his flushed belly and chest. He lies beneath Jongwoon, gasping for breath, sides heaving, as he tries to refocus. Tremors of pleasure course though his body at every brush of their skin together.
“Have you learned?” Jongwoon says huskily, fingers tracing the red ring left around Ryeowook’s neck. Ryeowook shudders at the touch, brain working in overdrive to piece together words.
“Learned what?” Ryeowook rasps. He’s shocked to hear his voice so hoarse.
Jongwoon’s eyes narrow and his lips raise in a slow smirk. “You never learn the first time around, do you?”
Ryeowook gives a weak laugh, “Never.”
“I guess I’ll just have to start over, won’t I?” Jongwoon bends over and scoops the tie off the floor. He runs it through his fingers before returning his gaze to Ryeowook’s spent form.
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Wordcount: 1,773
Rating: NC-17
Warning: breathplay
Summary: Ryeowook is a happy fellow who likes to follow rules.
Notes: For kellsung the things I do for you!! You kartoffel bully!
Part of my 100 Word Challenge.
Kim Ryeowook is a happy fellow. He likes to avoid trouble, so he always pays his taxes on time and crosses on green lights. One day, as he returns to his office after his hour lunch break, he crosses the road. The light is delightfully and safely green, but he is nearly mowed down by a car.
The car skids to a stop and out storms and an angry man, one Ryeowook recognizes as his boss, Kim Jongwoon. Kim Jongwoon is, on this day, decidedly not a happy fellow. Ryeowook discovers this first hand when Jongwoon screams two inches from his face about proper street-crossing techniques. Ryeowook takes a slow breath and kindly points out the red light Jongwoon had run. Jongwoon scoffs and spins on his heel. He climbs back into his car and speeds off, tires squealing on the pavement.
Ryeowook rolls his eyes, sighs, and continues on his way. Later that day, as he is sitting at his desk doing mundane office tasks, a memo falls onto his desk. It requests his presence on the twenty-fifth floor, office number one. Ryeowook feels the pit of his stomach turn to ice. Office number one on the twenty-fifth floor belongs to Kim Jongwoon. Ryeowook sets his pens and papers away, puts his computer to hibernate, and leaves his office. The elevator ride to the twenty-fifth floor is a short one, seeing as Ryeowook himself works on the twenty-third. Within minutes, he is seated in Jongwoon's office.
"I thought you were familiar," Jongwoon scoffs. "Some balls you've got, talking back to me like you did. You know I could have your position terminated instantly, right?"
Ryeowook merely flashes his usual happy smile and replies, "But then there would be no one to remind you of the traffic laws, Mr. Kim."
Jongwoon stares at him, eyes hard and cold. The furrow in his forehead deepens as his glare intensifies.
"If that's all," Ryeowook says, "then I'll be getting back to work." He barely makes it to the door before a hand grabs his arm and spins him around. He finds himself shoved against the door, air pushed from his lungs as a strong forearm braces itself across his chest.
"I didn't dismiss you, Mr. Kim," Jongwoon sneers.
“I won’t tolerate such treatment,” Ryeowook purrs, drawing his fingertips along Jongwoon’s arm before prying it away. “Have a good day, Mr. Kim.” With that, Ryeowook slips out the door and reenters the elevator. Just before the door slides shut, Jongwoon slips in.
“I said, Mr. Kim, I didn’t dismiss you.”
Ryeowook quirks and eyebrow and leans against the wall of the elevator, hands gripping the railing, back arched just the smallest bit. “What are you going to do about it, sir?”
Jongwoon nearly punches out the button for the bottom floor, the parking garage. “I’m going to have to teach you how to respect your superiors.”
“Pray tell, how do you plan on doing that?” Ryeowook breathes. The air in the elevator is close and he can feel the faint beginnings of perspiration forming on his back.
“You’ll see.”
The doors open to the garage and Jongwoon grabs Ryeowook by the arm again. He drags him to the nearest car, the CEO parking spot. It’s a sleek black car; one Ryeowook is very familiar with. Ryeowook admires the leather seat as he’s pushed headfirst into. Jongwoon comes around the other side of the car and gets in. The engine starts with a roar and the car races out of the garage and onto the road. Ryeowook watches the tall buildings of the business district rush by and be replaced by high-rise apartments. Jongwoon’s hand floats over to his thigh, ghosting touches up and down the fabric of Ryeowook’s neatly pressed pants. His fingers trail a little too high and Ryeowook has to bite his lip to keep from making a sound.
He can see Jongwoon’s smug little smirk out of the corner of his eye and he turns to face the window, now allowing Jongwoon the satisfaction of seeing his flushed face and bitten lips. Jongwoon pulls into another parking garage within minutes and he cuts the engine. Ryeowook stumbles out of the car, hissing at the tightness in his pants. Jongwoon comes around the car and pushes him against the tinted window, lips finding the juncture of his jaw and neck with expert precision. Ryeowook can’t hold back the moan this time, taken by surprise by Jongwoon’s sudden action. Jongwoon nibbles and sucks little marks down to the starched collar of Ryeowook’s shirt. Jongwoon pops the button at his throat and loosens the purple silk tie, but then pulls away. He toys with the fabric for a second, then sets it back in place. He takes Ryeowook by the hand and leads him to the elevator. Once inside, he reattaches himself to Ryeowook’s neck, hand delving down to rub against the bulge in Ryeowook’s pants. Ryeowook’s legs turn to jelly as they ascend to the penthouse.
They stumble into the penthouse, lips crushed together and tongues sliding wet and hot against one another. They collapse on the couch, a tangle of limbs half pulled through sleeves and belts dangling open from beltloops. Jongwoon pins Ryeowook down to the couch and sits up, pulling his shirt completely off. Next to go is the clinging wifebeater he wears underneath. Ryeowook pulls at his tie again while Jongwoon works on the buttons of his shirt, but Jongwoon grabs his hands again.
“Leave it on.”
Ryeowook’s eyes widen, but he lets the strips of fabric slip through his fingers and he moves to tug his pants off instead. Once he’s naked, Jongwoon flips him over onto his stomach, then hikes him up onto his knees. Jongwoon’s hand rubs appreciatively over the flesh of his ass, squeezing the supple flesh greedily. Ryeowook grips the leather material the best he can, willing himself to relax when he hears the snick of a bottle being opened. Jongwoon slides a finger in, cool and smooth. Ryeowook moans loudly, knees sliding farther apart. His skin is slick by the time Jongwoon drives two more fingers in, rubbing mercilessly inside him and his knee threatens to slip right off the edge of the couch. Jongwoon sees it happening and pulls his legs in close together. Ryeowook howls as Jongwoon forces his fingers in deeper to combat the new tightness. They brush over a spot that has him seeing white and nearly screaming. Jongwoon says something behind him, something possibly dirty and degrading, but Ryeowook can’t focus on anything other than the fingers twisting inside him.
Then, they’re gone. Ryeowook shoves his hips back, searching for something to fill the void, but he only gets a smart smack to the ass for his troubles. His fingernails dig into the leather and he forces himself to breathe. Then he can’t. He’s yanked backwards, elbows coming an inch off the couch as his tie tightens around his neck. His fingers scrabble to loosen the fabric, but both ends are tightly fisted in Jongwoon’s hand behind him. Ryeowook tries to sit up on his knees, tries to gulp in air, but Jongwoon knocks him back down. Just when he’s about to give up, throw out the white flag and beg Jongwoon for mercy, the tie loosens and he can breathe. He falls forward on his elbows and sucks in a cool breath. Then, the air is knocked from his lungs again as Jongwoon pushes inside. He’d been so preoccupied by his fight for survival that he’d forgotten what was to come. The stretch is surprising and painful, but it sends electricity through his veins and he swears he’s never been so turned on in his life.
Jongwoon wastes no time in setting a heavy pace, rocking into Ryeowook with enough force to have the younger man slide forward across the couch. Before Ryeowook can pick himself up and return to his position, he’s yanked back by the tie and he’s half suspended in the air again. He grips the back of the couch as his body pulses with painful fire. Jongwoon releases his tie, and Ryeowook collapses again, trying to suck in air while moans are forced from his throat. He chokes.
“You love that, don’t you? You like it when I choke you,” Jongwoon hisses in his ear. Ryeowook squeezes his eyes shut and groans in response. Jongwoon is thrusting into him harder than Ryeowook’s ever had. He can feel the tips of Jongwoon’s fingers digging into his hips, short nails leaving crescent marks.
Ryeowook cries out in protest when Jongwoon pulls out. He’s flipped roughly onto his back and he stares, dazed, up at the ceiling. His chest is heaving when Jongwoon comes, hand tight around himself as he jerks himself to completion, come spurting like liquid fire across Ryeowook’s torso. Ryeowook regains focus, tilting his head down to catch Jongwoon’s eyes. It’s a mistake, he finds, because Jongwoon’s eyes are just as dark and dangerous as they had been in the office. Still, he’s so hard he can barely see straight, let alone worry about what Jongwoon thinks of him at the moment. His hand moves to wrap around his cock, but it’s slapped away. Before he can protest, his breath is cut off again and a tight grip engulfs his cock. He writhes beneath Jongwoon, hips bucking up into the pleasurable touch while his hands claw at the band of fabric around his neck. He tries desperately to slip his fingers between it and his skin, but the fit is too close.
Just when he thinks he’s going to pass out, Jongwoon grabs the tie-knot and yanks, pulling the fabric away completely. It’s at this moment that Ryeowook comes, back arching beautifully off the couch, spurts of come joining Jongwoon’s across his flushed belly and chest. He lies beneath Jongwoon, gasping for breath, sides heaving, as he tries to refocus. Tremors of pleasure course though his body at every brush of their skin together.
“Have you learned?” Jongwoon says huskily, fingers tracing the red ring left around Ryeowook’s neck. Ryeowook shudders at the touch, brain working in overdrive to piece together words.
“Learned what?” Ryeowook rasps. He’s shocked to hear his voice so hoarse.
Jongwoon’s eyes narrow and his lips raise in a slow smirk. “You never learn the first time around, do you?”
Ryeowook gives a weak laugh, “Never.”
“I guess I’ll just have to start over, won’t I?” Jongwoon bends over and scoops the tie off the floor. He runs it through his fingers before returning his gaze to Ryeowook’s spent form.