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Kyuhyun ; Ryeowook
in seeking perfection, we are all imperfect in some way.
“You’re always beautiful when you look at me like this,” Kyuhyun murmured, kissing a trail up Ryeowook’s shoulder to the collarbone. Ryeowook looked at Kyuhyun lovingly with hazy eyes, his delicate, naked form cradled gently in Kyuhyun’s strong arms. The moon spilled a lace-like light into the dark bedroom, illuminated by nothing else but faint city lights.
“Mmph Kyuhyun,” Ryeowook mumbled longingly as Kyuhyun stroked his soft member in powerful waves, and Ryeowook gently nipped and blew softly into Kyuhyun’s ear. “How did I capture someone as wonderful as you for my own?” As Ryeowook lowered his head onto Kyuhyun’s shoulder, the memory of Kyuhyun calling another name as perfect, “the perfect lover” in fact, washed over him, and Ryeowook’s heart wrenched in pain.
Kyuhyun who had massaging Ryeowook’s milk-white inner thighs looked up when Ryeowook shied away from Kyuhyun. “What’s wrong?” Kyuhyun asked in a low voice, placing one hand on Ryeowook’s slim hips and using his other to brush the gold-streaked dusky fringe from Ryeowook’s liquid chocolate orbs who had avoided Kyuhyun’s dark eyes. “I’m here for you tonight, I promised you, didn’t I?” Kyuhyun continued, watching Ryeowook carefully.
“Am I not perfect enough for you?” Ryeowook whispered, still not looking at Kyuhyun. “What would it take for me to be yours?”
Realisation hit Kyuhyun and he smiled lovingly at the man in front of him. “You’re mine, only you Ryeowook.” He pulled the Ryeowook in and started arousing the smaller man again, laughing when he heard a sweet, erotic cry escape Ryeowook’s semi-parted lips. “I know you love what I do to you, and I love you.”
“Kyu-” Ryeowook moaned softly, eyes no longer able to contain tears, body unable to stop from trembling under Kyuhyun’s skilled touches. “How can you love me if I am not perfect? I, unh..! Kyu…”
“By being imperfect,” Kyuhyun whispered, capturing Ryeowook’s lips in a honey-glazed kiss, “you’re all that I could ask for. I love you.” With flesh touching warm flesh, Kyuhyun filled Ryeowook with so much love and heat that Ryeowook could not help but cry out every time Kyuhyun took him that much further, repeating the name of the man he loved over and over.
And Kyuhyun knew Ryeowook well; he pressed into Ryeowook and covered Ryeowook’s silky neck with kisses, hearing Ryeowook’s longing moans fill his heart and with clasped hands, they brought each other to such happiness that they both could not help crying each other’s name to the frosty moon. And as they fell asleep comforted by each other’s touch, they knew in their hearts that their love was anything but imperfect.
end.
ah Kyuhyun ~
is Sungmin really the perfect one for you?
written in the middle of the night.
surprisingly i wasnt sleepy,
but it turned out sucky anyway. *sniff* :/
Kyuhyun ; Ryeowook
in seeking perfection, we are all imperfect in some way.
“You’re always beautiful when you look at me like this,” Kyuhyun murmured, kissing a trail up Ryeowook’s shoulder to the collarbone. Ryeowook looked at Kyuhyun lovingly with hazy eyes, his delicate, naked form cradled gently in Kyuhyun’s strong arms. The moon spilled a lace-like light into the dark bedroom, illuminated by nothing else but faint city lights.
“Mmph Kyuhyun,” Ryeowook mumbled longingly as Kyuhyun stroked his soft member in powerful waves, and Ryeowook gently nipped and blew softly into Kyuhyun’s ear. “How did I capture someone as wonderful as you for my own?” As Ryeowook lowered his head onto Kyuhyun’s shoulder, the memory of Kyuhyun calling another name as perfect, “the perfect lover” in fact, washed over him, and Ryeowook’s heart wrenched in pain.
Kyuhyun who had massaging Ryeowook’s milk-white inner thighs looked up when Ryeowook shied away from Kyuhyun. “What’s wrong?” Kyuhyun asked in a low voice, placing one hand on Ryeowook’s slim hips and using his other to brush the gold-streaked dusky fringe from Ryeowook’s liquid chocolate orbs who had avoided Kyuhyun’s dark eyes. “I’m here for you tonight, I promised you, didn’t I?” Kyuhyun continued, watching Ryeowook carefully.
“Am I not perfect enough for you?” Ryeowook whispered, still not looking at Kyuhyun. “What would it take for me to be yours?”
Realisation hit Kyuhyun and he smiled lovingly at the man in front of him. “You’re mine, only you Ryeowook.” He pulled the Ryeowook in and started arousing the smaller man again, laughing when he heard a sweet, erotic cry escape Ryeowook’s semi-parted lips. “I know you love what I do to you, and I love you.”
“Kyu-” Ryeowook moaned softly, eyes no longer able to contain tears, body unable to stop from trembling under Kyuhyun’s skilled touches. “How can you love me if I am not perfect? I, unh..! Kyu…”
“By being imperfect,” Kyuhyun whispered, capturing Ryeowook’s lips in a honey-glazed kiss, “you’re all that I could ask for. I love you.” With flesh touching warm flesh, Kyuhyun filled Ryeowook with so much love and heat that Ryeowook could not help but cry out every time Kyuhyun took him that much further, repeating the name of the man he loved over and over.
And Kyuhyun knew Ryeowook well; he pressed into Ryeowook and covered Ryeowook’s silky neck with kisses, hearing Ryeowook’s longing moans fill his heart and with clasped hands, they brought each other to such happiness that they both could not help crying each other’s name to the frosty moon. And as they fell asleep comforted by each other’s touch, they knew in their hearts that their love was anything but imperfect.
end.
ah Kyuhyun ~
is Sungmin really the perfect one for you?
written in the middle of the night.
surprisingly i wasnt sleepy,
but it turned out sucky anyway. *sniff* :/