seeing green; [yehsung/ryeowook]
seeing green
yehsung/ryeowook, nc-17
2,939 words
Summary: In which Yehsung is jealous, and the Henwook fanservice is sure to come to a stop after. For thundersquall, who specifically requested possessive!yehsung and begging!ryeowook. ♥
"Thanks for inviting me over, hyung," Henry said, sipping from a steaming cup of dark tea, eyeing Yehsung over the rim with a hint of wariness. The living room was empty save for the two of them; the others were on personal trips or had schedule and would be back later in the evening.
"Least I can do for a dongsaeng," Yehsung said, and watched as Henry absently toyed with a stray thread from the edge of the cushions.
"I gotta say, though, this is kind of unusual." Henry tossed his head back and took a hearty gulp, nervous gaze sliding over to Yehsung. "I never expected - that is to say -"
Yehsung waved him off, and it must have looked reassuring enough as Henry's mouth quirked up into a familiar smile. It was one Yehsung knew well - he saw it all the time in pictures plastered all over the internet, all over the billboards and television screens. They would gather around the television as Kangin fiddled with the antennae, and as static gave way to Super Junior M taking the stage, he would bite back a litany of curses and swallow mouthfuls of spit. He always indulged the other boy, he was the reason why his smile was sickeningly bright against the glare of hot white lights.
"Uh, hyung? Are you okay?" Henry's voice snapped him back to where he was - across from him on the couch, porcelain warm on his lower lip.
"I'm fine," he said, and when Henry lowered his eyes onto his cup, he knew he wasn't buying it. He set the cup back down on the saucer and pushed it across the width of the table. "Actually, I wanted to talk to to you."
"What about?" Henry lowered his cup. For a long moment, it seemed that no further conversation was forthcoming until Yehsung leaned back against his seat, the springs squeaking as he crossed his legs.
He leveled his most serious gaze at the boy across. "You and Ryeowook. The fanservice. It has to stop." Henry's eyes started to crinkle at the edges, and he could tell that in a few seconds, Henry would be snickering. "This isn't for shits and giggles, kid."
Henry promptly shut his mouth, brows furrowing. Then he made the mistake of daring to talk back. "You've got to be kidding. Is there a hidden camera?" He looked around the room for good measure, squinting up at the ceiling and pursing his lips at table corners. He tilted his head to the side to look over Yehsung's shoulder, probably checking if some telltale red light was going to blink at him. "It's mandated to boost the unit's popularity -"
He slammed his fist with so much force on the table that it surprised even him. Henry jerked back, spilling tea all over his thighs, looking like he had suddenly and uncontrollably wet himself.
"Hyung," Henry wheezed, eyes wide and breathing shallow. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but if there's some script, could you please hand it over so I could at least follow through?"
"There is no script. There are no hidden cameras. It's just me and you," he said, straining to keep the irritation out of his tone. He just had to remind himself that this was their youngest member, the one with half-moon eyes and rounded rice cake cheeks. His self-control wasn't that permanently dulled just yet, but Henry's head whirled around again, checking and double-checking, and he was going to lose it.
"I'm home!" Ryeowook's voice drifted from the entrance's narrow hallway. Henry blinked up at him, and it was painfully obvious how the tension easily melted off his shoulders at the sound of Ryeowook humming and shaking off his boots, feet treading lightly on the carpet.
Yehsung felt the corner of his mouth lift, though he wasn't terribly amused. It had something to do with Henry being so goddamned predictable, but mostly with Ryeowook finally coming home to him after a long day alone. He wasted long hours drinking beer at the balcony, legs tucked beneath a rickety folding chair. Loneliness didn't suit him, he decided, especially when it spurred him to act on his most rash desires, such as calling Henry over to lecture him, having him shed a tear or a few bucketful for the absurd touching and public groping when he knew - when everyone knew - that Ryeowook was his.
"What's going on?" In Ryeowook's hands were two huge styrofoam containers. The smell of beef and vegetables wafted in the air.
Henry heaved in his seat as Yehsung took slow, deliberate steps towards Ryeowook and plucked the containers from his hands, disappearing into the dining room for a few seconds to set them down at the counter. He returned to find Ryeowook's puzzled gaze darting back and forth between him and Henry, outstretched palms dangling confused.
"You're home early," he said, cutting into the silence with a sharp click of the tongue.
"Jongwoon-hyung." Ryeowook was cautious even as he narrowed his eyes. "Henry's being suspiciously silent. Is something wrong?"
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Henry trembling, trying to sink into a hole on the couch the way he folded into himself. "Oh, nothing," he said airily, walking over until he was less than an arm's length from Ryeowook, "I was just telling Henry how you were - oh, you know - mine and everything."
Ryeowook stifled a laugh. Henry trained a burning stare at the hallway, probably formulating an escape route.
Yehsung crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. "What's so funny? You know it's true."
Ryeowook's smile twisted. "Don't say things like that. No one can own another person."
"Um, I think I need to leave. My parents are calling and you know how expensive long-distance calls are. Thanks for having me, hyung!" Henry blurted out in rapidfire Korean, jumping to his feet in one jerky move, knees hitting the table with a dull thud, rattling the cups and spilling tea over the surface.
"No, not before you get to see this." Yehsung crossed the few steps until he was a breath away from Ryeowook, fingers curling at the little hairs on his nape, and leaned in until he was crushing their lips together. Ryeowook made a little noise of protest at the back of his throat, but this was quickly replaced by a moan as Yehsung dragged his tongue over the roof of his mouth, kissing him slow and sweet and deep.
At the corner of his eye, he saw Henry, mouth open and hands frozen at the sides, rooted to the spot beside the armrest. He pulled away from Ryeowook and almost immediately regretted it when the warmth evaporated, rising into the air above their lips.
"Why don't you take a picture for posterity and hang it on the wall." He smirked at Henry and found to his satisfaction that the other boy swallowed. "Find someone else to harass at the next M fanmeeting."
Ryeowook's lips, swollen a harsh red from the kiss, curved downwards. "But he never -"
"I understand!" Henry squeaked, before bowing low at the two of them and rushing out of the room without so much as a goodbye.
Ryeowook looked up at him with poorly concealed disapproval as soon as they heard the door slam shut. And whenever Ryeowook looked at him like that, he found his stomach churning an amalgamation of guilt and heady arousal."You didn't have to threaten him. Whatever you're thinking of, we didn't do it. You're just being an idiotic, unreasonably jealous -"
Yehsung shut him up the only way he knew how.
"I won't be - ah! - so easily - mmph - distracted this time," Ryeowook managed between kisses, trying to keep up with Yehsung's hands on his shoulders, going down to his sides and creeping under his shirt, caressing the skin around his bellybutton in slow, circular strokes.
"Uh-huh, not like last time, right?" Yehsung pulled back as Ryeowook let out a quiet moan against his shoulder.
"Not... at all," Ryeowook panted, resting his cheek against his shoulder. "What you did was wrong, Jongwoon. You know nothing happened. You know I've never even thought about doing anything with - ah!"
"You don't say his name while I'm doing this to you, lovely," Yehsung hissed as his fingernails paused in their gentle ministrations to carve red half-moons on the small of Ryeowook's back. He took the time to relish the slight watering of Ryeowook's eyes, even as his mouth opened wordlessly up at him in a quiet 'o' of pleasure. "Never again while I'm going to fuck you senseless into the couch. Understand?"
"You -" Ryeowook arched his back, pressing against him, mouth pinching together in an odd mix of frustration and silent fury. "Whatever I say won't matter, it just goes in one ear and comes out of the other."
"I listen to you," he insisted, watching with thinly veiled amusement as Ryeowook's teeth pressed into his lower lip as he stroked his fingers across the front of his jeans. "I listen to you," he reiterated and let himself be filled with the countless memories of Ryeowook crying out his name in the middle of the night, trying in vain to smother his cries by burying his face in the pillows, in the cotton sheets. Clamping his teeth down his shoulder blade as Sungmin or some other hapless bandmate banged on their door and begged for them to keep it the fuck down, they were trying to sleep, and can somebody please buy Ryeowook a gag the next time anyone goes shopping?
"You only hear what you want to hear," Ryeowook said, high-pitched and unable to keep the neediness out his tone, as he opened the front of his jeans and slipped inside, taking the rapidly firming length of him in hand. Any protest he might have had was dissolved when he gave himself up to the moment with a heavy sigh.
"Feels good?" he asked, and Ryeowook always gave himself to him unconditionally, always said yes.
"Yes," Ryeowook murmured, low and soft, looking up at him with cloudy eyes, "but not as good as when Henry does it."
Yehsung's heart thundered in his throat, playing hopscotch somewhere around the vicinity of his stomach and windpipe in those few seconds it took Ryeowook to mouth the words. The world winked out around him in a sea of hazy red, and he finds himself on top of Ryeowook on the carpet, just inches from the table legs.
"You're testing me," he growled, unable to stop himself from yanking Ryeowook's jeans and underwear to his knees in one smooth move. He had planned to take it slow, savor the night they had all to themselves, but Ryeowook was unexpectedly trying his patience. His self-control was practically a thing of the ancient past by now. "Stop with the bullshit. You never had anything with Henry."
"Maybe. Maybe not," Ryeowook said, and was mercilessly cut off as a hungry, warm tongue pressed into his mouth to coax a moan out of him before he could even think to hold it back. When he pulled away, the corner of Ryeowook's lips had a thin coat of saliva. "That's what you wanted to hear, isn't it? That I fucked Henry in China. Or that he fucked me."
Yehsung's breathing quickened, shoulders tensing as Ryeowook unbuttoned his polo with an uneasy calm. It was like he wasn't hard and dying of blue balls already, as evidenced by his erection in Yehsung's grip.
"You want to know what it was like to fuck Henry?" Ryeowook leaned up and dragged a slow, wet trail down from neck to collarbone, running a nail lightly over Yehsung's nipple. The expression on Ryeowook's face was deathly serious, but there was a twinkle in his eyes not unfamiliar to Yehsung. "Or how Henry fucked me?"
He was achingly hard, and so was Ryeowook, if the slickness of his cock was anything to go by. He slid his fingers up over Ryeowook's stomach, the line of his hip, everywhere but where he most wanted to be touched.
He let this go on for a minute before Ryeowook bucked his hips forward.
"This what he did?" His gaze flickered up to meet Ryeowook's, and he tried in vain to hide a smirk as Ryeowook attempted a ferocious glare, which struck him like a kitten with a lion complex. He moved down to trail fingers through the thatch of hair at Ryeowook's groin, and leaned back to watch Ryeowook go positively wild under him.
"Please," Ryeowook whispered hoarsely, straining forward into his caress.
"Please what? Do what Henry did? Make you come without even fucking you?"
Ryeowook gasped when Yehsung's fingers slid down his back to probe at the cleft of his opening. "Henry and I never - never - oh, god," he gasped, throwing his head back as Yehsung teased.
"You do like contradicting yourself, don't you?" Yehsung murmured, carefully hoisting Ryeowook's leg up his shoulder. His free hand reached for the small open compartment under the living room table, feeling at the bottom of the magazine pile and yes, there it was.
Ryeowook's eyes widened at the sound of teeth ripping into plastic. "How did you get that?"
"Say please and maybe I'll tell you." Oh, he wondered if he'd have to stand up and interrupt the moment to get the lube from the his desk drawer, but thankfully, one of their kind floormates thought of using a small tube as a bookmark.
He smiled, and pushed a wet finger into Ryeowook without warning, prompting an indignant cry. "We're the not the first ones to fuck in the living room."
"Just - just do it already." Ryeowook is practically smushing his teeth together, a sound which brought out the devil in Yehsung.
"Say please," he murmured, and really, even he couldn't take it much longer.
"Please." Ryeowook thrust his hips forward as he rolled on the condom. "Hurry up already."
"Demanding." He fisted Ryeowook's cock, thumbed the slit, squeezed the tip, and Ryeowook jerked, as if branded with a hot iron. "But your 'please' doesn't have nearly enough feeling."
"Please." Ryeowook bucked, clawed at his arms until pale pink lines ran down to his wrist.
He tilted his head, appearing to give it some thought, before pulling back just a bit. "No, I don't think so."
It had the desired effect - Ryeowook yanked him down and wrapped his legs around his waist, locking him in place. "Please, Jongwoon."
He hummed idly, and it took a lot to appear the least bit uninterested when the arousal was about to make him explode. "I don't think I'm convinced."
"Please, Jongwoon, god, please," Ryeowook half screamed, half whimpered, and he gave in. No more teasing, no more going slow.
He thrusted his hips forward, moving slowly at first until his cock is fully in and he needed to move. As ever, as always, Ryeowook knew and not a word is exchanged as he moved away then slammed back until they found a steady rhythm. Ryeowook rocked with him, back and forth, hands grasping his shoulders, fingers squeezing tight as he lost himself in the heat. He murmured into Ryeowook's skin, words that were more vibration than sound, felt Ryeowook's body adjusting, letting him in.
He jerked his hand up on Ryeowook's cock, feeling his brain short-circuit, and he needed to go faster, deeper, harder.
Ryeowook's eyes dilated as he bit into his lower lip, and he gave in to the urge to kiss him again, pressed hard enough, knew that they'll both have swollen lips for hours, lips that will tell the world where they belonged. Not on stage, not in empty recording rooms, not out on the cold balcony, and certainly not in fucking China.
He spilled his seed inside the condom, coming with a harsh cry, Ryeowook biting into his hand to stifle his own moan as he came barely a minute later. And just as he crashed on top of Ryeowook, they heard the low hush of voices in the hallway.
"No, I'm telling you, that's not - OH FOR THE LOVE OF - MY EYES!" Eunhyuk flailed around helplessly, a hand on his eyes.
"I think I'd rather go blind than see your butt, Jongwoon-hyung," Sungmin said dryly, throwing his coat on Yehsung's exposed backside as Ryeowook squawked and pushed Yehsung off him, covering his bits with his hands. "Oh, not you, Ryeowookie. Your butt is fine with me."
"You saw his..." Yehsung made a grab for Sungmin's ankles, a move which failed miserably as Sungmin stepped to the side.
"Oh no, you're not involving Sungmin in this, too!" Ryeowook said, managing to look flustered and admonishing at the same time as he held Yehsung back by the elbow.
"... So Henry is still fair game?"
The resounding smack had Sungmin laughing all the way to the kitchen and Eunhyuk dashing to his room, muttering something about putting up sound-proof walls and not getting paid enough to put up with sex-crazed bandmates at any time of the day.
-END-
I'm never writing yehwook porn again. *facepalms*
yehsung/ryeowook, nc-17
2,939 words
Summary: In which Yehsung is jealous, and the Henwook fanservice is sure to come to a stop after. For thundersquall, who specifically requested possessive!yehsung and begging!ryeowook. ♥
"Thanks for inviting me over, hyung," Henry said, sipping from a steaming cup of dark tea, eyeing Yehsung over the rim with a hint of wariness. The living room was empty save for the two of them; the others were on personal trips or had schedule and would be back later in the evening.
"Least I can do for a dongsaeng," Yehsung said, and watched as Henry absently toyed with a stray thread from the edge of the cushions.
"I gotta say, though, this is kind of unusual." Henry tossed his head back and took a hearty gulp, nervous gaze sliding over to Yehsung. "I never expected - that is to say -"
Yehsung waved him off, and it must have looked reassuring enough as Henry's mouth quirked up into a familiar smile. It was one Yehsung knew well - he saw it all the time in pictures plastered all over the internet, all over the billboards and television screens. They would gather around the television as Kangin fiddled with the antennae, and as static gave way to Super Junior M taking the stage, he would bite back a litany of curses and swallow mouthfuls of spit. He always indulged the other boy, he was the reason why his smile was sickeningly bright against the glare of hot white lights.
"Uh, hyung? Are you okay?" Henry's voice snapped him back to where he was - across from him on the couch, porcelain warm on his lower lip.
"I'm fine," he said, and when Henry lowered his eyes onto his cup, he knew he wasn't buying it. He set the cup back down on the saucer and pushed it across the width of the table. "Actually, I wanted to talk to to you."
"What about?" Henry lowered his cup. For a long moment, it seemed that no further conversation was forthcoming until Yehsung leaned back against his seat, the springs squeaking as he crossed his legs.
He leveled his most serious gaze at the boy across. "You and Ryeowook. The fanservice. It has to stop." Henry's eyes started to crinkle at the edges, and he could tell that in a few seconds, Henry would be snickering. "This isn't for shits and giggles, kid."
Henry promptly shut his mouth, brows furrowing. Then he made the mistake of daring to talk back. "You've got to be kidding. Is there a hidden camera?" He looked around the room for good measure, squinting up at the ceiling and pursing his lips at table corners. He tilted his head to the side to look over Yehsung's shoulder, probably checking if some telltale red light was going to blink at him. "It's mandated to boost the unit's popularity -"
He slammed his fist with so much force on the table that it surprised even him. Henry jerked back, spilling tea all over his thighs, looking like he had suddenly and uncontrollably wet himself.
"Hyung," Henry wheezed, eyes wide and breathing shallow. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but if there's some script, could you please hand it over so I could at least follow through?"
"There is no script. There are no hidden cameras. It's just me and you," he said, straining to keep the irritation out of his tone. He just had to remind himself that this was their youngest member, the one with half-moon eyes and rounded rice cake cheeks. His self-control wasn't that permanently dulled just yet, but Henry's head whirled around again, checking and double-checking, and he was going to lose it.
"I'm home!" Ryeowook's voice drifted from the entrance's narrow hallway. Henry blinked up at him, and it was painfully obvious how the tension easily melted off his shoulders at the sound of Ryeowook humming and shaking off his boots, feet treading lightly on the carpet.
Yehsung felt the corner of his mouth lift, though he wasn't terribly amused. It had something to do with Henry being so goddamned predictable, but mostly with Ryeowook finally coming home to him after a long day alone. He wasted long hours drinking beer at the balcony, legs tucked beneath a rickety folding chair. Loneliness didn't suit him, he decided, especially when it spurred him to act on his most rash desires, such as calling Henry over to lecture him, having him shed a tear or a few bucketful for the absurd touching and public groping when he knew - when everyone knew - that Ryeowook was his.
"What's going on?" In Ryeowook's hands were two huge styrofoam containers. The smell of beef and vegetables wafted in the air.
Henry heaved in his seat as Yehsung took slow, deliberate steps towards Ryeowook and plucked the containers from his hands, disappearing into the dining room for a few seconds to set them down at the counter. He returned to find Ryeowook's puzzled gaze darting back and forth between him and Henry, outstretched palms dangling confused.
"You're home early," he said, cutting into the silence with a sharp click of the tongue.
"Jongwoon-hyung." Ryeowook was cautious even as he narrowed his eyes. "Henry's being suspiciously silent. Is something wrong?"
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Henry trembling, trying to sink into a hole on the couch the way he folded into himself. "Oh, nothing," he said airily, walking over until he was less than an arm's length from Ryeowook, "I was just telling Henry how you were - oh, you know - mine and everything."
Ryeowook stifled a laugh. Henry trained a burning stare at the hallway, probably formulating an escape route.
Yehsung crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. "What's so funny? You know it's true."
Ryeowook's smile twisted. "Don't say things like that. No one can own another person."
"Um, I think I need to leave. My parents are calling and you know how expensive long-distance calls are. Thanks for having me, hyung!" Henry blurted out in rapidfire Korean, jumping to his feet in one jerky move, knees hitting the table with a dull thud, rattling the cups and spilling tea over the surface.
"No, not before you get to see this." Yehsung crossed the few steps until he was a breath away from Ryeowook, fingers curling at the little hairs on his nape, and leaned in until he was crushing their lips together. Ryeowook made a little noise of protest at the back of his throat, but this was quickly replaced by a moan as Yehsung dragged his tongue over the roof of his mouth, kissing him slow and sweet and deep.
At the corner of his eye, he saw Henry, mouth open and hands frozen at the sides, rooted to the spot beside the armrest. He pulled away from Ryeowook and almost immediately regretted it when the warmth evaporated, rising into the air above their lips.
"Why don't you take a picture for posterity and hang it on the wall." He smirked at Henry and found to his satisfaction that the other boy swallowed. "Find someone else to harass at the next M fanmeeting."
Ryeowook's lips, swollen a harsh red from the kiss, curved downwards. "But he never -"
"I understand!" Henry squeaked, before bowing low at the two of them and rushing out of the room without so much as a goodbye.
Ryeowook looked up at him with poorly concealed disapproval as soon as they heard the door slam shut. And whenever Ryeowook looked at him like that, he found his stomach churning an amalgamation of guilt and heady arousal."You didn't have to threaten him. Whatever you're thinking of, we didn't do it. You're just being an idiotic, unreasonably jealous -"
Yehsung shut him up the only way he knew how.
"I won't be - ah! - so easily - mmph - distracted this time," Ryeowook managed between kisses, trying to keep up with Yehsung's hands on his shoulders, going down to his sides and creeping under his shirt, caressing the skin around his bellybutton in slow, circular strokes.
"Uh-huh, not like last time, right?" Yehsung pulled back as Ryeowook let out a quiet moan against his shoulder.
"Not... at all," Ryeowook panted, resting his cheek against his shoulder. "What you did was wrong, Jongwoon. You know nothing happened. You know I've never even thought about doing anything with - ah!"
"You don't say his name while I'm doing this to you, lovely," Yehsung hissed as his fingernails paused in their gentle ministrations to carve red half-moons on the small of Ryeowook's back. He took the time to relish the slight watering of Ryeowook's eyes, even as his mouth opened wordlessly up at him in a quiet 'o' of pleasure. "Never again while I'm going to fuck you senseless into the couch. Understand?"
"You -" Ryeowook arched his back, pressing against him, mouth pinching together in an odd mix of frustration and silent fury. "Whatever I say won't matter, it just goes in one ear and comes out of the other."
"I listen to you," he insisted, watching with thinly veiled amusement as Ryeowook's teeth pressed into his lower lip as he stroked his fingers across the front of his jeans. "I listen to you," he reiterated and let himself be filled with the countless memories of Ryeowook crying out his name in the middle of the night, trying in vain to smother his cries by burying his face in the pillows, in the cotton sheets. Clamping his teeth down his shoulder blade as Sungmin or some other hapless bandmate banged on their door and begged for them to keep it the fuck down, they were trying to sleep, and can somebody please buy Ryeowook a gag the next time anyone goes shopping?
"You only hear what you want to hear," Ryeowook said, high-pitched and unable to keep the neediness out his tone, as he opened the front of his jeans and slipped inside, taking the rapidly firming length of him in hand. Any protest he might have had was dissolved when he gave himself up to the moment with a heavy sigh.
"Feels good?" he asked, and Ryeowook always gave himself to him unconditionally, always said yes.
"Yes," Ryeowook murmured, low and soft, looking up at him with cloudy eyes, "but not as good as when Henry does it."
Yehsung's heart thundered in his throat, playing hopscotch somewhere around the vicinity of his stomach and windpipe in those few seconds it took Ryeowook to mouth the words. The world winked out around him in a sea of hazy red, and he finds himself on top of Ryeowook on the carpet, just inches from the table legs.
"You're testing me," he growled, unable to stop himself from yanking Ryeowook's jeans and underwear to his knees in one smooth move. He had planned to take it slow, savor the night they had all to themselves, but Ryeowook was unexpectedly trying his patience. His self-control was practically a thing of the ancient past by now. "Stop with the bullshit. You never had anything with Henry."
"Maybe. Maybe not," Ryeowook said, and was mercilessly cut off as a hungry, warm tongue pressed into his mouth to coax a moan out of him before he could even think to hold it back. When he pulled away, the corner of Ryeowook's lips had a thin coat of saliva. "That's what you wanted to hear, isn't it? That I fucked Henry in China. Or that he fucked me."
Yehsung's breathing quickened, shoulders tensing as Ryeowook unbuttoned his polo with an uneasy calm. It was like he wasn't hard and dying of blue balls already, as evidenced by his erection in Yehsung's grip.
"You want to know what it was like to fuck Henry?" Ryeowook leaned up and dragged a slow, wet trail down from neck to collarbone, running a nail lightly over Yehsung's nipple. The expression on Ryeowook's face was deathly serious, but there was a twinkle in his eyes not unfamiliar to Yehsung. "Or how Henry fucked me?"
He was achingly hard, and so was Ryeowook, if the slickness of his cock was anything to go by. He slid his fingers up over Ryeowook's stomach, the line of his hip, everywhere but where he most wanted to be touched.
He let this go on for a minute before Ryeowook bucked his hips forward.
"This what he did?" His gaze flickered up to meet Ryeowook's, and he tried in vain to hide a smirk as Ryeowook attempted a ferocious glare, which struck him like a kitten with a lion complex. He moved down to trail fingers through the thatch of hair at Ryeowook's groin, and leaned back to watch Ryeowook go positively wild under him.
"Please," Ryeowook whispered hoarsely, straining forward into his caress.
"Please what? Do what Henry did? Make you come without even fucking you?"
Ryeowook gasped when Yehsung's fingers slid down his back to probe at the cleft of his opening. "Henry and I never - never - oh, god," he gasped, throwing his head back as Yehsung teased.
"You do like contradicting yourself, don't you?" Yehsung murmured, carefully hoisting Ryeowook's leg up his shoulder. His free hand reached for the small open compartment under the living room table, feeling at the bottom of the magazine pile and yes, there it was.
Ryeowook's eyes widened at the sound of teeth ripping into plastic. "How did you get that?"
"Say please and maybe I'll tell you." Oh, he wondered if he'd have to stand up and interrupt the moment to get the lube from the his desk drawer, but thankfully, one of their kind floormates thought of using a small tube as a bookmark.
He smiled, and pushed a wet finger into Ryeowook without warning, prompting an indignant cry. "We're the not the first ones to fuck in the living room."
"Just - just do it already." Ryeowook is practically smushing his teeth together, a sound which brought out the devil in Yehsung.
"Say please," he murmured, and really, even he couldn't take it much longer.
"Please." Ryeowook thrust his hips forward as he rolled on the condom. "Hurry up already."
"Demanding." He fisted Ryeowook's cock, thumbed the slit, squeezed the tip, and Ryeowook jerked, as if branded with a hot iron. "But your 'please' doesn't have nearly enough feeling."
"Please." Ryeowook bucked, clawed at his arms until pale pink lines ran down to his wrist.
He tilted his head, appearing to give it some thought, before pulling back just a bit. "No, I don't think so."
It had the desired effect - Ryeowook yanked him down and wrapped his legs around his waist, locking him in place. "Please, Jongwoon."
He hummed idly, and it took a lot to appear the least bit uninterested when the arousal was about to make him explode. "I don't think I'm convinced."
"Please, Jongwoon, god, please," Ryeowook half screamed, half whimpered, and he gave in. No more teasing, no more going slow.
He thrusted his hips forward, moving slowly at first until his cock is fully in and he needed to move. As ever, as always, Ryeowook knew and not a word is exchanged as he moved away then slammed back until they found a steady rhythm. Ryeowook rocked with him, back and forth, hands grasping his shoulders, fingers squeezing tight as he lost himself in the heat. He murmured into Ryeowook's skin, words that were more vibration than sound, felt Ryeowook's body adjusting, letting him in.
He jerked his hand up on Ryeowook's cock, feeling his brain short-circuit, and he needed to go faster, deeper, harder.
Ryeowook's eyes dilated as he bit into his lower lip, and he gave in to the urge to kiss him again, pressed hard enough, knew that they'll both have swollen lips for hours, lips that will tell the world where they belonged. Not on stage, not in empty recording rooms, not out on the cold balcony, and certainly not in fucking China.
He spilled his seed inside the condom, coming with a harsh cry, Ryeowook biting into his hand to stifle his own moan as he came barely a minute later. And just as he crashed on top of Ryeowook, they heard the low hush of voices in the hallway.
"No, I'm telling you, that's not - OH FOR THE LOVE OF - MY EYES!" Eunhyuk flailed around helplessly, a hand on his eyes.
"I think I'd rather go blind than see your butt, Jongwoon-hyung," Sungmin said dryly, throwing his coat on Yehsung's exposed backside as Ryeowook squawked and pushed Yehsung off him, covering his bits with his hands. "Oh, not you, Ryeowookie. Your butt is fine with me."
"You saw his..." Yehsung made a grab for Sungmin's ankles, a move which failed miserably as Sungmin stepped to the side.
"Oh no, you're not involving Sungmin in this, too!" Ryeowook said, managing to look flustered and admonishing at the same time as he held Yehsung back by the elbow.
"... So Henry is still fair game?"
The resounding smack had Sungmin laughing all the way to the kitchen and Eunhyuk dashing to his room, muttering something about putting up sound-proof walls and not getting paid enough to put up with sex-crazed bandmates at any time of the day.
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I'm never writing yehwook porn again. *facepalms*