#26
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WC: 1790
Warning: Voyeurism.
For jarin-decapoul.
The door bangs against the frame and bounces ajar when they stumble into the darkened bedroom, joined at the lip in a furious kiss full of teeth and tongue and lust. Jongwoon backs Ryeowook across the room, one hand shoved deep into Ryeowook’s pocket, squeezing his ass through the thick fabric of his jeans. His other arm is wound around Ryeowook’s waist, keeping the smaller man pressed as close as physically possible. Ryeowook’s own arms are wound desperately around Jongwoon’s neck, fingers digging into the collar of his shirt and hair, fighting to keep upright even as Jongwoon tips him back onto the mattress. They tumble onto the bed, kiss breaking for a moment when Ryeowook’s tshirt is tugged up and off his body.
“You’re in such a hurry,” Ryeowook gasps against Jongwoon’s lips, even as his own hands pull at Jongwoon’s shirt. Jongwoon just seals their mouths together, swallowing Ryeowook’s low whine when Jongwoon unzips his jeans and palms him through the opening. The metal teeth of the zipper are digging into his cock, through his boxers, and he whines again.
“Take them off,” Jongwoon commands. Ryeowook scrambles to kick his jeans off when Jongwoon gets up off the mattress and crosses the room. Ryeowook pays him no mind until he hears the click of the light switch and the lamps blink to life. Thrown off, Ryeowook sits up and tosses the jeans to the floor. Before he can ask what Jongwoon is doing, the man is straddling his hips and licking at his ear. “I thought we could play a bit.”
Ryeowook groans, cock already throbbing, and falls against the pillows. “Jongwoon,” he pleads, “not tonight. I just want you.”
“You’ll have me,” Jongwoon promises, leaning back down to resume his course along Ryeowook’s jawline. “I just want to see you.”
Ryeowook knows that means something more. The dark glint in Jongwoon’s eye promises a long night to come. He could say no. He could deny Jongwoon his fun. They have no rule that states everything Jongwoon wants goes. They established early on that they were equals in this relationship, each promising to love and respect the other before anything else. But to deny Jongwoon these little adventures, Ryeowook found, was to deny himself the ultimate pleasure. Too shy to ask for a deviation in normalcy, Ryeowook takes each of Jongwoon’s strange requests with complaints that are only for show.
Jongwoon peels Ryeowook’s boxers away and tosses them aside, humming in appreciation as the sight of Ryeowook’s exposed body. The dim lighting from the bedside lamps cast shadows over his pale skin. His erection curls against his belly, precum already leaking from the tip, and Jongwoon nearly salivates. Swallowing thickly, Jongwoon sits back on the mattress, leaving Ryeowook altogether. Ryeowook sits up in confusion.
“What are you doing?” Ryeowook reaches out for him, but Jongwoon knocks his hand away.
“Watching.”
“Don’t you want to touch?” Ryeowook feels the blush that begins at his ears burn down across his chest under Jongwoon’s heavy gaze. He draws his legs closed.
“I want you to put on a show,” he clarifies, rubbing the front of his jeans slowly.
Ryeowook falls back onto the pillows with a quiet sigh and stares up at the ceiling. He’s motionless for a while, long enough that Jongwoon almost speaks up and tells him to forget it. Before he’s given the chance, Ryeowook heaves himself back up, propping himself against the headboard. He’s wearing a different expression, not one of shyness or hesitation or even adoration for Jongwoon. Instead, he’s staring almost straight through Jongwoon, as if he weren’t there. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and his teeth catch on his lip, worrying the flesh a dark red. With a breath of a sigh, he trails the fingers of one hand across the sheets and up over his own hip. He rubs the skin of his hip for a moment, nails scraping lightly, before he takes his cock in hand. He moans, short, breathy, and quiet, at the touch. His grip is loose, fingertips pressing lightly into the flesh as he moves his hand up and down the shaft, slowly at first. His pace quickens and his grip tightens the longer he goes, chest flushing red and eyes glazing over. He gasps when he flicks his wrist.
“Jongwoon,” he moans when he does it again.
Jongwoon palms himself more firmly through his jeans, watching Ryeowook writhe with certain greed. Ryeowook’s hips begin to lift into his touch and Jongwoon knows he’s getting close. Jongwoon slides off the bed, unzipping his pants as he goes, and fishes through their dresser for lube. When he finds it, he tosses it on the bed and settles back in his spot. Ryeowook slows his hand, toes curling in an attempt to control himself, and stares at the tube. With clumsy movements, he drizzles the lube onto his fingers. His slick hand wraps itself around his cock again and he sighs. Jongwoon clears his throat, anything but subtly. Ryeowook ignores him, just switches hands and tosses his head back against the headboard. His legs, bent at the knee, spread farther apart as his other hand trails down and his fingertips brush over the small opening. He drags a finger more firmly over the muscle and moans Jongwoon’s name again.
Jongwoon’s hand is moving steadily on his own cock at this point, nearly unable to restrain himself from pouncing on Ryeowook. He watches as one finger delves inside, shining with lube in the dim light. He swallows thickly when Ryeowook lets out a small whine and grips his cock tighter. The first finger is soon joined by a second, both digits twisting and thrusting and stretching. His legs slip even wider apart and his hips push into the fingers. His mouth falls open with a moan and he shoves them in deeper. Jongwoon is finally able to tear his eyes away from Ryeowook’s hands and focuses instead on Ryeowook’s face. His lips are parted and shiny with where he’s been licking at them, his eyes closed, eyebrows knit up in an expression of blissful concentration. There’s a dart of pink tongue and Jongwoon finally loses it.
With a groan, he heaves himself to his knees and crawls to Ryeowook’s side. His hand slips around the back of Ryeowook’s head, fingers carding smoothly through hair, and tilts him back for a kiss. It’s sloppy, tongues too eager, and Ryeowook’s concentration split between Jongwoon’s lips and his own fingers, now three and knuckle-deep inside.
“Jongwoon,” he finally pants, tearing himself away. “Now, please.”
Jongwoon hums and reaches down to grip Ryeowook’s wrist. With a tug, he pulls his fingers free and moves his hand away. He settles between Ryeowook’s spread legs and hooks one over his own hip. Ryeowook hitches himself up, settling more comfortably against the mattress and opening himself up better. Jongwoon slickens up his cock quickly, messily, and presses the head to Ryeowook’s entrance. Ryeowook groans as he feels himself being stretched wide around Jongwoon’s cock, but he pushes back against it with an impatient whine. Jongwoon answers with a swift thrust, burying himself fully inside, muscles shaking from the pleasure wracking his entire body.
Ryeowook squirms beneath him, already so far gone. He clenches around Jongwoon’s cock, goading him into moving. Jongwoon wastes no time in setting a quick rhythm. Ryeowook lifts his legs to his chest, holding them open and spreading himself wide, allowing Jongwoon to fuck in deeper. Jongwoon’s fat cockhead rubs deliciously against his prostate and he whines for it, each drive in pulling a desperate whimper from his lips. Ryeowook pushes up against Jongwoon, meets him thrust for thrust, lost in his own chase of pleasure. He props himself up on one elbow and throws his other arm around Jongwoon’s back, drawing him in closer and pulling their hips flush together. His jaw drops open and he can only cling to Jongwoon and shake as Jongwoon presses so fully against his prostate. Jongwoon nips at his exposed neck, at the tendons stretched so tight under pale, slippery skin. Ryeowook grunts when Jongwoon’s hand finds his cock. He slaps it away and replaces it with his own.
“Just fuck me,” he pants out, arching into Jongwoon’s thrusts again.
Jongwoon takes it as a sign to be rougher. He grabs Ryeowook’s thighs and splays them wide as he continues driving in. Ryeowook cries out and moves his hand faster, the beginnings of white-hot ecstasy running through his veins. Jongwoon drops down to his elbows, caging Ryeowook’s head in with his forearms. His thrusts are slower, but deeper and more powerful, each one rocking Ryeowook’s entire body with the force of it. When Jongwoon attaches his lips to Ryeowook’s earlobe, biting and sucking along the sensitive skin, Ryeowook loses it. He comes in thick ropes across his stomach while his body shakes and trembles within Jongwoon’s hold. He gasps for breath, chest heaving, as Jongwoon continues rutting into him, pace picking up again, now that Jongwoon has seen him come. He cannot control the stream of moans and slurred curses as Jongwoon keeps driving into him, each thrust sending a new shock of pleasure through his body. Ryeowook throws his other arm around Jongwoon’s shoulder, nails digging into the flesh. He turns his head to kiss Jongwoon’s jaw, lips moving to his temple and ear.
“Come for me,” he says, wrapping his legs around Jongwoon’s hips as well. “Show me how much you love me.”
Jongwoon’s jaw clenches and he buries his face in Ryeowook’s neck, breathing in the thick smell of sweat and sex when he finally comes. Ryeowook moans softy at the swell of Jongwoon’s cock and the rush of liquid heat. Jongwoon’s hips stutter to a stop and he lies limply across Ryeowook’s body. Their bellies are hot against each other, slick with sweat and come. Ryeowook pets through Jongwoon’s hair with both hands, trying to catch his breath as well and lull Jongwoon into a comfortable doze. After a moment, Jongwoon climbs back to shaky elbows and hovers over Ryeowook’s face.
“I love you,” he says simply.
Ryeowook smiles affectionately up at him. “I’m fond of you, too.”
Jongwoon leans down with a lazy grin and connects their lips. It’s a slower kiss, with all the passion of before but without the reckless lust. Ryeowook whimpers into Jongwoon’s mouth when Jongwoon pulls out and rolls them both onto their sides. He cradles Jongwoon’s face in his hands and sighs through his nose, content to lie in Jongwoon’s embrace. The kiss ebbs away just a brush of lip as they revel in each other’s hold, fingertips brushing over warm skin and knees slotting together.