Moves [One-shot]
Title: Moves
Word Count: 1,297
Pairing: YeWook
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ryeowook’s solo inspires him to try out new moves elsewhere.
When the music first starts playing, Yesung isn’t quite sure where it’s coming from. Then he realizes what song is playing and he instantly recognizes the voice as well.
“I had a coordi noona record me singing while I performed,” he hears someone say as the music gets louder.
In front of him, stands (well, dances) Ryeowook, decked out in a leather jacket, tight jeans and a loose white t-shirt. He’s got a sort of cocky smirk on his face that intrigues Yesung but not to the point of actually giving a verbal response. Instead he waits, he wants to see what Ryeowook’s about to do in that outfit with that song playing.
“I’ve got them moves like Jagger~”, Ryeowook begins to hum himself as he starts performing a little of the choreography from his solo stage. Yesung just watches him, like he’s one of the fans in the audience with a lot less screaming and a mild sense of anticipation.
Ryeowook begins to lose himself in the music, closing his eyes and swaying his hips. His live voice drowns out the recorded one and it’s just as crystal clear and as perfect as always, Yesung thinks. He’s not sure just what the lyrics mean (they’re in English after all and despite what he would boast, his English wasn’t as up to par as he believed it was), but from the look in Ryeowook’s eyes as he dances, there’s got to be something suggestive about them.
He moves closer to Ryeowook only to be pushed away, playfully but with a purpose. Ryeowook puts his hand on Yesung’s shoulder and pushes him back until he hits a chair. He sits down, a little disgruntled but as Ryeowook continues to dance, he can’t help but be mesmerized.
Ryeowook seems to have a way about the room and it’s not just the outfit (which manages to catch every bit of Ryeowook’s form). His confidence is apparent and his natural abilities to move his body were shining through.
Yesung admittedly feels a little proud that this once shy, soft-spoken boy was now a man with the moves to seduce anyone whose attention he stole away. But the pride dissolved into a want, a desire to have Ryeowook do more than just dance.
“Ryeowook,” Yesung growls, but his voice is too low and the music is far too loud.
That’s when he gets up and grabs Ryeowook by the wrist and turns him around. Ryeowook is surprised but then gives him a smirk. He tells Yesung to sit down, that he’s “not done yet”, and if he knew what was good for him he would listen to what Ryeowook was saying.
He doesn’t want to comply at first but he has a feeling Ryeowook was going to take this into a very interesting direction. So he sits back down and continues to watch, his arm on his leg and his eyes gawking at the moving form dancing around the room.
That’s when the “show” really begins.
The song repeats, and Ryeowook mouths along to the words. His eyes are set on Yesung and his lips are wet as he licks them a few times. His hips move from side to side as he shows his “moves like Jagger,” so to speak.
Yesung can feel his pants tighten with every sway of Ryeowook’s hips.
Ryeowook dances over to him, and pushes Yesung’s legs apart. He’s taken this to something quite different as he crouches down between them. He’s still shaking his hips as he pushes himself back up. He sits himself gently on Yesung’s left leg, ass prime and ready (at least in Yesung’s mind). He turns around suddenly and whispers something unspeakable in Yesung’s ear before bouncing off again.
Back in the center of the room, he turns a few more times.
“Here’s my favorite part,” he says before he runs his hand down the front of his shirt only to lift it up. His shirt rides up, revealing flat, toned abs that are only slightly glossed with a few drops of sweat. Yesung’s eyes are fixed and don’t once move from Ryeowook’s body (he doesn’t not surprisingly is unable to blink for several minutes).
Ryeowook saunters back over to him and puts his hands on each of Yesung’s shoulder. His lower body moves closer and closer to Yesung’s, causing the bulge in his pants to brush hard against the fly of his jeans. He groans, biting his lip as Ryeowook chuckles for some unknown reason.
Ryeowook then sits back down in his lip, putting his arm around the back of Yesung’s neck as he pants quietly. He remarks that dancing sure makes him hot (he means literally but Yesung is quick to interpret the statement differently).
He tries to make a move for Ryeowook’s belt but his hand is pushed away (again). He’s met with a wagging finger from Ryeowook who then turns that into a come-hither expression and a pointing finger. He’s pointing at the bed, signaling for Yesung to sit down on the edge.
Yesung complies without a second guess, waiting for Ryeowook to come back into his lap. That’s not what happens.
After a fierce kiss that nearly gives him a bit tongue, he finds himself pushed against the bed with a hand on each of his wrists. The music continues to play with the words “baby rub me right” echoing fairly loudly.
“I’ve got them moves like Jagger,” Ryeowook mumbles again, half-singing the song while reaching for Yesung’s belt.
A smile unexpectedly comes onto Yesung’s face (he has been waiting patiently, after all) which is replaced with an expression of pure ecstasy that could only be reached with a touch of Ryeowook’s hand. He groans under his breath as Ryeowook wraps his fingers around his hot throbbing cock.
Ryeowook’s warm breath touches his skin followed by his lips on Yesung’s neck. Yesung’s head falls to the side and he stares at the wall, at the mirror. He watches Ryeowook kiss him, but his attention is turned to Ryeowook’s face as the other grabs him by the face. They kiss, Ryeowook’s tongue slipping into Yesung’s mouth with every bit of fervent Yesung was expecting since this whole thing started.
Ryeowook bites Yesung’s lip as he pulls away, a devious smile on his face.
Somewhere between the cock-sucking that Ryeowook seems to be an expert at and the fingering Yesung was anything but sloppy on, Yesung’s finding himself reaching that brink, that moment when all of the build-up becomes worth it.
With Ryeowook’s ass in the air, smooth and taut, Yesung grabs at it. His cock slides in and out as he fucks the other. He tries to put his all into it, wanting every bit of Ryeowook to quiver at the feel of his cock inside of him.
Ryeowook grabs at the sheets, biting at them as Yesung sinks his fingertips into his hips. That last thrust nearly does him in when he yells out Ryeowook’s name before pulling out. He grabs at his cock, pumping it fiercely until every last bit of cum sticks to Ryeowook’s skin. One finger up the side of Ryeowook’s ass cheek, he gathers some cum. He sticks his finger into Ryeowook’s open mouth, watching as the other sucks it, moaning excitedly as he does.
He pulls his finger out and replaces it with his tongue, giving Ryeowook a deep kiss. He smiles as he pulls away, wiping Ryeowook’s forehead.
He makes a comment about how even when Ryeowook takes control, he still ends up the one asking, begging for more. Ryeowook doesn’t dignify the comment with a response, at least verbally. He ends up on top of Yesung and reminds him that there’s still so much more he’s got to show him.
THE END
A/N: Inspired by Ryeowook’s SS4 solo, obviously. Did you guys see that? I still get a warm feeling inside when I think about it /tmi Anyways, YeWook is the easiest pairing for me to write and someone’s got to appreciate Ryeowook’s moves so why not Yesung? Anyways, I think Ryeowook needs to get more solos, more chances to shake his bonbon, more chances to be a…really good showman.
Word Count: 1,297
Pairing: YeWook
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ryeowook’s solo inspires him to try out new moves elsewhere.
When the music first starts playing, Yesung isn’t quite sure where it’s coming from. Then he realizes what song is playing and he instantly recognizes the voice as well.
“I had a coordi noona record me singing while I performed,” he hears someone say as the music gets louder.
In front of him, stands (well, dances) Ryeowook, decked out in a leather jacket, tight jeans and a loose white t-shirt. He’s got a sort of cocky smirk on his face that intrigues Yesung but not to the point of actually giving a verbal response. Instead he waits, he wants to see what Ryeowook’s about to do in that outfit with that song playing.
“I’ve got them moves like Jagger~”, Ryeowook begins to hum himself as he starts performing a little of the choreography from his solo stage. Yesung just watches him, like he’s one of the fans in the audience with a lot less screaming and a mild sense of anticipation.
Ryeowook begins to lose himself in the music, closing his eyes and swaying his hips. His live voice drowns out the recorded one and it’s just as crystal clear and as perfect as always, Yesung thinks. He’s not sure just what the lyrics mean (they’re in English after all and despite what he would boast, his English wasn’t as up to par as he believed it was), but from the look in Ryeowook’s eyes as he dances, there’s got to be something suggestive about them.
He moves closer to Ryeowook only to be pushed away, playfully but with a purpose. Ryeowook puts his hand on Yesung’s shoulder and pushes him back until he hits a chair. He sits down, a little disgruntled but as Ryeowook continues to dance, he can’t help but be mesmerized.
Ryeowook seems to have a way about the room and it’s not just the outfit (which manages to catch every bit of Ryeowook’s form). His confidence is apparent and his natural abilities to move his body were shining through.
Yesung admittedly feels a little proud that this once shy, soft-spoken boy was now a man with the moves to seduce anyone whose attention he stole away. But the pride dissolved into a want, a desire to have Ryeowook do more than just dance.
“Ryeowook,” Yesung growls, but his voice is too low and the music is far too loud.
That’s when he gets up and grabs Ryeowook by the wrist and turns him around. Ryeowook is surprised but then gives him a smirk. He tells Yesung to sit down, that he’s “not done yet”, and if he knew what was good for him he would listen to what Ryeowook was saying.
He doesn’t want to comply at first but he has a feeling Ryeowook was going to take this into a very interesting direction. So he sits back down and continues to watch, his arm on his leg and his eyes gawking at the moving form dancing around the room.
That’s when the “show” really begins.
The song repeats, and Ryeowook mouths along to the words. His eyes are set on Yesung and his lips are wet as he licks them a few times. His hips move from side to side as he shows his “moves like Jagger,” so to speak.
Yesung can feel his pants tighten with every sway of Ryeowook’s hips.
Ryeowook dances over to him, and pushes Yesung’s legs apart. He’s taken this to something quite different as he crouches down between them. He’s still shaking his hips as he pushes himself back up. He sits himself gently on Yesung’s left leg, ass prime and ready (at least in Yesung’s mind). He turns around suddenly and whispers something unspeakable in Yesung’s ear before bouncing off again.
Back in the center of the room, he turns a few more times.
“Here’s my favorite part,” he says before he runs his hand down the front of his shirt only to lift it up. His shirt rides up, revealing flat, toned abs that are only slightly glossed with a few drops of sweat. Yesung’s eyes are fixed and don’t once move from Ryeowook’s body (he doesn’t not surprisingly is unable to blink for several minutes).
Ryeowook saunters back over to him and puts his hands on each of Yesung’s shoulder. His lower body moves closer and closer to Yesung’s, causing the bulge in his pants to brush hard against the fly of his jeans. He groans, biting his lip as Ryeowook chuckles for some unknown reason.
Ryeowook then sits back down in his lip, putting his arm around the back of Yesung’s neck as he pants quietly. He remarks that dancing sure makes him hot (he means literally but Yesung is quick to interpret the statement differently).
He tries to make a move for Ryeowook’s belt but his hand is pushed away (again). He’s met with a wagging finger from Ryeowook who then turns that into a come-hither expression and a pointing finger. He’s pointing at the bed, signaling for Yesung to sit down on the edge.
Yesung complies without a second guess, waiting for Ryeowook to come back into his lap. That’s not what happens.
After a fierce kiss that nearly gives him a bit tongue, he finds himself pushed against the bed with a hand on each of his wrists. The music continues to play with the words “baby rub me right” echoing fairly loudly.
“I’ve got them moves like Jagger,” Ryeowook mumbles again, half-singing the song while reaching for Yesung’s belt.
A smile unexpectedly comes onto Yesung’s face (he has been waiting patiently, after all) which is replaced with an expression of pure ecstasy that could only be reached with a touch of Ryeowook’s hand. He groans under his breath as Ryeowook wraps his fingers around his hot throbbing cock.
Ryeowook’s warm breath touches his skin followed by his lips on Yesung’s neck. Yesung’s head falls to the side and he stares at the wall, at the mirror. He watches Ryeowook kiss him, but his attention is turned to Ryeowook’s face as the other grabs him by the face. They kiss, Ryeowook’s tongue slipping into Yesung’s mouth with every bit of fervent Yesung was expecting since this whole thing started.
Ryeowook bites Yesung’s lip as he pulls away, a devious smile on his face.
Somewhere between the cock-sucking that Ryeowook seems to be an expert at and the fingering Yesung was anything but sloppy on, Yesung’s finding himself reaching that brink, that moment when all of the build-up becomes worth it.
With Ryeowook’s ass in the air, smooth and taut, Yesung grabs at it. His cock slides in and out as he fucks the other. He tries to put his all into it, wanting every bit of Ryeowook to quiver at the feel of his cock inside of him.
Ryeowook grabs at the sheets, biting at them as Yesung sinks his fingertips into his hips. That last thrust nearly does him in when he yells out Ryeowook’s name before pulling out. He grabs at his cock, pumping it fiercely until every last bit of cum sticks to Ryeowook’s skin. One finger up the side of Ryeowook’s ass cheek, he gathers some cum. He sticks his finger into Ryeowook’s open mouth, watching as the other sucks it, moaning excitedly as he does.
He pulls his finger out and replaces it with his tongue, giving Ryeowook a deep kiss. He smiles as he pulls away, wiping Ryeowook’s forehead.
He makes a comment about how even when Ryeowook takes control, he still ends up the one asking, begging for more. Ryeowook doesn’t dignify the comment with a response, at least verbally. He ends up on top of Yesung and reminds him that there’s still so much more he’s got to show him.
THE END
A/N: Inspired by Ryeowook’s SS4 solo, obviously. Did you guys see that? I still get a warm feeling inside when I think about it /tmi Anyways, YeWook is the easiest pairing for me to write and someone’s got to appreciate Ryeowook’s moves so why not Yesung? Anyways, I think Ryeowook needs to get more solos, more chances to shake his bonbon, more chances to be a…really good showman.