Sunset
Title: Sunset
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Genre: one-shot, angst, romance, smut,
Rating & Warning: NC-17 (lovemaking)
Summary: Kim Ryeowook and Cho Kyuhyun meet up at a cheap hotel, because they can't stay away from each other. Even if Kyuhyun is married. -For the Kyuwook 50 prompts challenge-
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior members - sighs - and have no rights over them, nor do I have any connections with their management. This is a work of fiction.
A/N.: Woah, so this is my first smut in quite a while - almost a whole year, actually! I really hope you'll enjoy this. And oh, I know: it's a smut. So yes, I know, most readers don't comment on smut pieces. But honestly, those are always the hardest pieces to write, and so your comments are always sooooo welcome. Don't be shy - and if it helps, know that I don't ever write dirty or shameful: I write love. And that's always beautiful.
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Sunset
Ryeowook's back is against the wall, his head hung low. He bites his lips, annoyed at himself, mad, disgusted.
Disgust. That's what it must be.
And this time, he practiced in front of a mirror, with his picture. He practiced, over, and over again, until he could get the perfect formulation, the perfect facial expression, the perfect amount of pride.
Why.... why doesn't it....work?
“I...I missed you.”
Ryeowook closes his eyes to the sound of his voice, flirting with the beat of his heart, almost echoing in the small and shabby hotel room. His head still hung low, and with his eyes closed like this, he can't see him: and that's the plan. If he doesn't see him, then maybe he can resist a little.
Maybe.
“Ryeowooka, just... just look at me.”
Ryeowook crisps his eyes shut even more, in defiance, in hope. But he feels his bangs being tucked behind his ear, and a warm hand palming his cheek, gently making him raise his head; and naturally, he wins again - Ryeowook opens his eyes.
It's Cho Kyuhyun he sees looking straight at him, and he doesn't smile... he almost never smiles anymore.
It's a mistake. It's always a mistake to look at him, because it brings it all back. Because it solidifies how difficult everything is, it solidifies how impossible it is.
“Just... ask me what you want to know. I'll tell you. All of it.”
Ryeowook says nothing. The questions are ridiculous - they will sound completely stupid. All of them, no matter how he words them - he knows, he's tried in front of the mirror.
And so he says what he thinks sounds best, what sounds intelligent, what is good.
“I... You have to go.”
Kyuhyun says nothing.
“I'm not... we're not doing this anymore. I can't. I'm not that person, I won't be, I...”
Kyuhyun lowers his gaze and fixates on the collar of Ryeowook's dress shirt, reaching up to button it up properly. He softly laughs his next sentence:
“You still mess up when you button your shirts...”
And Ryeowook looks at him - it's that tenderness in his eyes, again - the one he only has for him, the one he only shows to him, the one that keeps him here, that makes him book these hotel rooms secretly so that she doesn't find out.
“...Please, Kyuhyun... just leave. Please, please go...”
It sounds terrible (Ryeowook winces). It should sound authoritative, that's how it was meant to sound; instead, it sounds weak, broken, pleading.
Begging.
For the opposite.
And that's what Kyuhyun will give, because he knows.
“Meeting you here is what... is what keeps me going for months at a time. Did I... ever tell you that?”
Ryeowook is already seduced, against his will. And Kyuhyun probably knows this, too; but he keeps melting the man he loves.
“I just.. always need to see you... Everytime she tries to kiss me, it's... it's you doing it.”
“Don't, just..”
Kyuhyun moves in closer to Ryeowook, so close that his whole body traps the smaller man against the wall completely; and he kisses him. Slowly.
And Ryeowook wines for a few seconds, before he starts kissing back.
The kiss broken, both sets of eyes staring back at each other, forehead against forehead; the same old story. And Ryeowook thinks it's shameful... but he can't fight it.
And Kyuhyun tastes so good.
And he feels so perfect.
Kyuhyun gently glides his hands down from Ryeowook's cheeks to his neck.
And he is so warm, and soft.
And sexually excited, turned on for the first time in a few months (since their last meeting), he pushes his erection against Ryeowook.
And he is so perfectly sexy.
Ryeowook moans, his own body immediately responding, his own erection tenting his pants. And that's when he always says it, even though he keeps telling himself not to say it anymore, not to feel it anymore:
“I.. I love you.”
He feels Kyuhyun smile happily in the kiss, pushing his response through their lips.
“I love you so friggin' much too, you have no idea.”
The kiss stops briefly, just long enough for both of them to hug each other, to smell each other, to realize that they are finally back together. For the whole night.
The younger of the two lifts his lover up in his arms, kissing his neck, backing him up against the wall some more; And the want, the need is pulsating both breaths as Ryeowook wraps his legs around Kyuhyun's body.
And it always happens when it gets that far. Ryeowook only fights it to a certain point, to be polite to himself, to be apologetic to Kyuhyun's new young wife. But when Kyuhyun takes him in his arms and leads the both of them to the bed (like he is doing at the moment), Ryeowook decides to turn off the shame. And he loves.
Kissing, laying on top of him, Kyuhyun scrambles to remove his belt while Ryeowook loosens up his tie, his collar, and unbuttons his shirt. And it never takes time for Kyuhyun to be naked over him, hovering perfectly over him, on display just for him to see.
Because even though she has his ring, Kyuhyun can't get intimate with her. He can't.
And his eyes locked on Kyuhyun's, he reaches down to his shaft to stroke it generously, eliciting thankful and lustful moans from him - and the more he moans, the more Ryeowook strokes, pleases.
Hardly able to focus, Kyuhyun immediately unbuttons and yanks Ryeowook's jeans off, rubbing the erection he finds there against the fabric of his lover's underwear that he is yet to remove. And he smiles at the sight: Ryeowook's eyes shut close, he moans, his Adam's apple discreet as he throws his head back into the mattress, a tear almost forming at the crease of his eye.
And Kyuhyun suddenly can't stop himself: he kisses his forehead and hugs him again. Tight.
Without moving.
Without breathing.
(Until Ryeowook moves, until he decides if Kyuhyun can have more of him, of them.)
And the tear falls from Ryeowook's eye, but he smiles his words:
“More - I want you so... so much...”
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Kyuhyun thrusts gently; Ryeowook is lying underneath him, his legs spread wide open with Kyuhyun holding his feet in the air, kissing whatever part of the foot or leg he can reach with each of his renewed thrusts.
And it's so warm, and slippery. And it feels so amazing.
Ryeowook then starts touching himself in time with the thrusts, a gift just for Kyuhyun, a spectacle.
And so Kyuhyun suddenly grunts beastily, wild with desire, at this point - having kept it all bottled up for so long.
“You are so hot - so beautiful, so damn perfect and so fucking hot, you don't even know...”
The thrusts get faster, and Ryeowook's back arches, because hearing Kyuhyun compliment him like that makes him feel like this is right, like this is natural, like this orgasm that he feels coming is deserved.
His muscles tense, and he ejaculates over himself, Kyuhyun still thrusting in him through the waves of pleasure.
And there it is: Kyuhyun's orgasm (Ryeowook opens his eyes just in time when he feels the thrusts get deeper - he hates to miss it). Kyuhyun straightens up, and pushes deeper in, groaning, ejaculating his everything inside the one person he can't quit needing. And although Ryeowook crisps his features a little (It's so deep - almost too painful), he smiles, sweaty, happy to belong to him.
And the sun is only just setting.
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Ryeowook's head rests on Kyuhyun's arm as both men lie in bed together. The table lamp on, Kyuhyun amuses his lover with his free hand, trying to draw shadows on the wall.
“And this - this is a bird's beak.”
Ryeowook laughs (it looks nothing like a bird, even less a beak. From any animal).
“You suck at it, just let it go.”
“No no, look, you're not looking properly! See, my thumb is the pointy end of the beak - see!?”
“Nope. Not seeing it.”
“It's clear, easy to see. You're just the one who's blind.”
“Why, she saw it?”
Kyuhyun stops, and looks at Ryeowook.
And Ryeowook hates himself, just now. Why, why did it have to come out now, why did it have to ruin everything, why does the pain want so much.. attention?
“Wouldn't know.”
Ryeowook bites his lip, and Kyuhyun answers calmly.
“Never showed her.”
“..Kyuhyun, I..”
“No, it's... this is good. I suck with words, but... go on, ask. Do we have sex?”
Ryeowook holds his breath.
“Nope, we don't. Do we kiss? Yes, because she always wants it, and it gets on my nerves. Does she know I'm here with you? No.”
A silence wants to creep in, they both feel it; but Kyuhyun doesn't give it a chance tonight.
“As soon as the in-laws cancel my dad's debts, just as soon as I can go, I'm coming to find you.”
Ryeowook kisses him immediately after the last word of his sentence; and Kyuhyun smiles at the feeling of Ryeowook's surprise erection (knowing that Kyuhyun loves him always turns Ryeowook on), and he kisses back, his growing ever so quickly in return.
And so it starts again: the rolling over the covers, the touching, the fingers, the parting of flesh, the penetrating, the needing, the culpability, the shame... and the love. For the third time tonight.
And the sunrise is now gently creeping in the room through the moldy curtains, but the night is not ending - Ryeowook looks at Kyuhyun sleeping, still sweaty from their last lovemaking. And his heart bursts at the sight.
It never will.
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Pairing: Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Genre: one-shot, angst, romance, smut,
Rating & Warning: NC-17 (lovemaking)
Summary: Kim Ryeowook and Cho Kyuhyun meet up at a cheap hotel, because they can't stay away from each other. Even if Kyuhyun is married. -For the Kyuwook 50 prompts challenge-
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior members - sighs - and have no rights over them, nor do I have any connections with their management. This is a work of fiction.
A/N.: Woah, so this is my first smut in quite a while - almost a whole year, actually! I really hope you'll enjoy this. And oh, I know: it's a smut. So yes, I know, most readers don't comment on smut pieces. But honestly, those are always the hardest pieces to write, and so your comments are always sooooo welcome. Don't be shy - and if it helps, know that I don't ever write dirty or shameful: I write love. And that's always beautiful.
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Sunset
Ryeowook's back is against the wall, his head hung low. He bites his lips, annoyed at himself, mad, disgusted.
Disgust. That's what it must be.
And this time, he practiced in front of a mirror, with his picture. He practiced, over, and over again, until he could get the perfect formulation, the perfect facial expression, the perfect amount of pride.
Why.... why doesn't it....work?
“I...I missed you.”
Ryeowook closes his eyes to the sound of his voice, flirting with the beat of his heart, almost echoing in the small and shabby hotel room. His head still hung low, and with his eyes closed like this, he can't see him: and that's the plan. If he doesn't see him, then maybe he can resist a little.
Maybe.
“Ryeowooka, just... just look at me.”
Ryeowook crisps his eyes shut even more, in defiance, in hope. But he feels his bangs being tucked behind his ear, and a warm hand palming his cheek, gently making him raise his head; and naturally, he wins again - Ryeowook opens his eyes.
It's Cho Kyuhyun he sees looking straight at him, and he doesn't smile... he almost never smiles anymore.
It's a mistake. It's always a mistake to look at him, because it brings it all back. Because it solidifies how difficult everything is, it solidifies how impossible it is.
“Just... ask me what you want to know. I'll tell you. All of it.”
Ryeowook says nothing. The questions are ridiculous - they will sound completely stupid. All of them, no matter how he words them - he knows, he's tried in front of the mirror.
And so he says what he thinks sounds best, what sounds intelligent, what is good.
“I... You have to go.”
Kyuhyun says nothing.
“I'm not... we're not doing this anymore. I can't. I'm not that person, I won't be, I...”
Kyuhyun lowers his gaze and fixates on the collar of Ryeowook's dress shirt, reaching up to button it up properly. He softly laughs his next sentence:
“You still mess up when you button your shirts...”
And Ryeowook looks at him - it's that tenderness in his eyes, again - the one he only has for him, the one he only shows to him, the one that keeps him here, that makes him book these hotel rooms secretly so that she doesn't find out.
“...Please, Kyuhyun... just leave. Please, please go...”
It sounds terrible (Ryeowook winces). It should sound authoritative, that's how it was meant to sound; instead, it sounds weak, broken, pleading.
Begging.
For the opposite.
And that's what Kyuhyun will give, because he knows.
“Meeting you here is what... is what keeps me going for months at a time. Did I... ever tell you that?”
Ryeowook is already seduced, against his will. And Kyuhyun probably knows this, too; but he keeps melting the man he loves.
“I just.. always need to see you... Everytime she tries to kiss me, it's... it's you doing it.”
“Don't, just..”
Kyuhyun moves in closer to Ryeowook, so close that his whole body traps the smaller man against the wall completely; and he kisses him. Slowly.
And Ryeowook wines for a few seconds, before he starts kissing back.
The kiss broken, both sets of eyes staring back at each other, forehead against forehead; the same old story. And Ryeowook thinks it's shameful... but he can't fight it.
And Kyuhyun tastes so good.
And he feels so perfect.
Kyuhyun gently glides his hands down from Ryeowook's cheeks to his neck.
And he is so warm, and soft.
And sexually excited, turned on for the first time in a few months (since their last meeting), he pushes his erection against Ryeowook.
And he is so perfectly sexy.
Ryeowook moans, his own body immediately responding, his own erection tenting his pants. And that's when he always says it, even though he keeps telling himself not to say it anymore, not to feel it anymore:
“I.. I love you.”
He feels Kyuhyun smile happily in the kiss, pushing his response through their lips.
“I love you so friggin' much too, you have no idea.”
The kiss stops briefly, just long enough for both of them to hug each other, to smell each other, to realize that they are finally back together. For the whole night.
The younger of the two lifts his lover up in his arms, kissing his neck, backing him up against the wall some more; And the want, the need is pulsating both breaths as Ryeowook wraps his legs around Kyuhyun's body.
And it always happens when it gets that far. Ryeowook only fights it to a certain point, to be polite to himself, to be apologetic to Kyuhyun's new young wife. But when Kyuhyun takes him in his arms and leads the both of them to the bed (like he is doing at the moment), Ryeowook decides to turn off the shame. And he loves.
Kissing, laying on top of him, Kyuhyun scrambles to remove his belt while Ryeowook loosens up his tie, his collar, and unbuttons his shirt. And it never takes time for Kyuhyun to be naked over him, hovering perfectly over him, on display just for him to see.
Because even though she has his ring, Kyuhyun can't get intimate with her. He can't.
And his eyes locked on Kyuhyun's, he reaches down to his shaft to stroke it generously, eliciting thankful and lustful moans from him - and the more he moans, the more Ryeowook strokes, pleases.
Hardly able to focus, Kyuhyun immediately unbuttons and yanks Ryeowook's jeans off, rubbing the erection he finds there against the fabric of his lover's underwear that he is yet to remove. And he smiles at the sight: Ryeowook's eyes shut close, he moans, his Adam's apple discreet as he throws his head back into the mattress, a tear almost forming at the crease of his eye.
And Kyuhyun suddenly can't stop himself: he kisses his forehead and hugs him again. Tight.
Without moving.
Without breathing.
(Until Ryeowook moves, until he decides if Kyuhyun can have more of him, of them.)
And the tear falls from Ryeowook's eye, but he smiles his words:
“More - I want you so... so much...”
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Kyuhyun thrusts gently; Ryeowook is lying underneath him, his legs spread wide open with Kyuhyun holding his feet in the air, kissing whatever part of the foot or leg he can reach with each of his renewed thrusts.
And it's so warm, and slippery. And it feels so amazing.
Ryeowook then starts touching himself in time with the thrusts, a gift just for Kyuhyun, a spectacle.
And so Kyuhyun suddenly grunts beastily, wild with desire, at this point - having kept it all bottled up for so long.
“You are so hot - so beautiful, so damn perfect and so fucking hot, you don't even know...”
The thrusts get faster, and Ryeowook's back arches, because hearing Kyuhyun compliment him like that makes him feel like this is right, like this is natural, like this orgasm that he feels coming is deserved.
His muscles tense, and he ejaculates over himself, Kyuhyun still thrusting in him through the waves of pleasure.
And there it is: Kyuhyun's orgasm (Ryeowook opens his eyes just in time when he feels the thrusts get deeper - he hates to miss it). Kyuhyun straightens up, and pushes deeper in, groaning, ejaculating his everything inside the one person he can't quit needing. And although Ryeowook crisps his features a little (It's so deep - almost too painful), he smiles, sweaty, happy to belong to him.
And the sun is only just setting.
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Ryeowook's head rests on Kyuhyun's arm as both men lie in bed together. The table lamp on, Kyuhyun amuses his lover with his free hand, trying to draw shadows on the wall.
“And this - this is a bird's beak.”
Ryeowook laughs (it looks nothing like a bird, even less a beak. From any animal).
“You suck at it, just let it go.”
“No no, look, you're not looking properly! See, my thumb is the pointy end of the beak - see!?”
“Nope. Not seeing it.”
“It's clear, easy to see. You're just the one who's blind.”
“Why, she saw it?”
Kyuhyun stops, and looks at Ryeowook.
And Ryeowook hates himself, just now. Why, why did it have to come out now, why did it have to ruin everything, why does the pain want so much.. attention?
“Wouldn't know.”
Ryeowook bites his lip, and Kyuhyun answers calmly.
“Never showed her.”
“..Kyuhyun, I..”
“No, it's... this is good. I suck with words, but... go on, ask. Do we have sex?”
Ryeowook holds his breath.
“Nope, we don't. Do we kiss? Yes, because she always wants it, and it gets on my nerves. Does she know I'm here with you? No.”
A silence wants to creep in, they both feel it; but Kyuhyun doesn't give it a chance tonight.
“As soon as the in-laws cancel my dad's debts, just as soon as I can go, I'm coming to find you.”
Ryeowook kisses him immediately after the last word of his sentence; and Kyuhyun smiles at the feeling of Ryeowook's surprise erection (knowing that Kyuhyun loves him always turns Ryeowook on), and he kisses back, his growing ever so quickly in return.
And so it starts again: the rolling over the covers, the touching, the fingers, the parting of flesh, the penetrating, the needing, the culpability, the shame... and the love. For the third time tonight.
And the sunrise is now gently creeping in the room through the moldy curtains, but the night is not ending - Ryeowook looks at Kyuhyun sleeping, still sweaty from their last lovemaking. And his heart bursts at the sight.
It never will.
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