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Title: Lies part 3
Pairings: Yewook and Kyuwook (relatively equal amounts)
rating: NC-17
genre: AU high school
disclaimer: i own nothing and no one.
summary: read and find out lol.
“RYEOWOOK!” Yesung called out as he pushed past many people in the hallway. The bell had just rang and when everyone rushed out of the class Ryeowook seemed to disappear in the crowd.
“Yesung?” A quieter voice called out.
Yesung let his eyes scan the crowd frantically before letting a smile break across his face when he noticed Ryeowook looking around confused, facing the opposite way of the hallway traffic flow. Yesung quickly made hi way over to his friend.
“Hey Wook,” He smiled.
“Hey, what’s up?” Ryeowook smiled sweetly at his friend before hugging his books more tightly to his chest as they joined the flow of traffic.
“Oh, um that movie you wanted to see is in theaters today and since I’m just awesome I was able to get tickets to it and I was wondering if you’d want to go see it with me before my concert tonight…” Yesung grinned smugly, to hide the nervousness growing in the pit of his stomach.
“You mean it? Ah!” Ryeowook squealed thinking of the movie and how it sounded like a date. Even if it wasn’t, Ryeowook could still pretend. He had wanted to see that movie so bad he had a count down on his calendar at home.
“No I was just kidding with you,” Yesung replied sarcastically. Ryeowook pouted unhappily with Yesung’s response. “Aww don’t be unhappy.” Yesung cooed wrapping his arms tightly around the younger man. “I can’t help but be sarcastic and…and today isn’t supposed to be a sad day you get to see the movie you’ve been waiting for!”
When Ryeowook hesitated for a moment to respond Yesung continued, “I’ll even wear a hat and sun glasses ….and um ugly clothes? Yes ugly clothes! That way no one will annoy us. I know you hate it when fans through themselves at me.”
“It’s not that, it’s just they are so loud,” Ryeowook turned away to open his locker, deep down he knew very well he hated seeing those fans running their nasty little paws all down Yesung’s body.
“They say the louder the fans the better the performer.” Yesung leaned against the locker next to Ryeowook’s.
“Who is ‘they’? You?” Ryeowook giggled, “Maybe they are just trying to drown out your silly rock music.” Ryeowook’s nose wrinkled in fake disgust.
“Hey!” Yesung pouted. “You would love my band if you listened to them, I mean after all you are already in love with the lead singer,” Yesung’s lips curled into a devilish smile as he took a few steps closer to Ryeowook making the younger man step away.
“Y-Yesung,” Ryeowook breathed as Yesung held his gaze. Yesung’s smile seemed to grow wider before he launched himself at Ryeowook and began terrorizing the younger man’s sides by tickling him.
Ryeowook crumpled into Yesung’s chest with tortured laughter, while his hands struggled to push the older man’s hands away. “St-stop!” Ryeowook pleaded.
“Come on, say it, say it!” Yesung pressed his fingers firmer against the other boy as he continued to tickle.
“Alright, alright! I’ll pay for the popcorn!” Ryeowook cried out through chocked laughter.
“Good.” Ryeowook could hear the smile in Yesung’s face as he backed away. Ryeowook let out a small sigh of relief. He should have seen the tickling coming Yesung did it every time they were about to go somewhere together, it was his way to get Ryeowook to pay for the food.
“My sides hurt.” Ryeowook pouted slightly as he picked up a book he dropped on the floor during the assault and placed it into his locker.
“Want me to kiss it and make it feel better?” Yesung teased,
Yes, Ryeowook thought to himself before letting his pout deepen. He then slung his backpack over his shoulder.
“Aww don’t be mad at me,” Yesung frowned as Ryeowook started to walk away from him. “Wookie!” Yesung whined before jogging to catch up with the other man and giving him a quick hug.
“How can I be mad at you? You are taking me to see the movie I’ve been anticipating! Oh, we better get there early for good seats!” Ryeowook exclaimed frantically.
“Okay, okay.” Yesung chuckled. “Let’s meet there in forty minutes then, ‘kay?”
“Okay! See you then!” Ryeowook waved before jogging out of the school doors, ready to run home to quickly change into something more comfortable. He rushed quickly down the cement steps and turned left onto the side walk.
“Yah! Kim Ryeowook!” Kyuhyun’s voice made him freeze.
“Huh?” Ryeowook looked around to see Kyuhyun standing beside his black car.
“Where are you going?” Kyuhyun questioned raising an eyebrow.
“H-Home?” Ryeowook pointed in front of him in the direction he would have to go to get to his house.
“Come on, hyung. I want to give you a ride.” Kyuhyun motioned for Ryeowook to come closer.
“I can walk,” Ryeowook offered.
Kyuhyun let out a sigh and shook his head before approaching the older man. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you walk?” Kyuhyun asked as he took Ryeowook’s backpack and placed a soft kiss in the middle of Ryeowook’s thin hair.
Ryeowook didn’t respond but instead blushed at the sign of affection. Kyuhyun was becoming increasingly delicate with him, as if he was about to break. “You coming?” Kyuhyun questioned after he tossed Ryeowook’s bag into the trunk.
Before Ryeowook could answer Kyuhyun stalked back over and grabbed his hand pulling him to the car, there he opened the door for his boyfriend. “Kidnapper.” Ryeowook whispered.
“But you like it,” Kyuhyun replied pushing his lips against Ryeowook’s temple. Ryeowook blushed slightly, he did like Kyuhyun’s assertiveness.
Kyuhyun walked around the car before opening the driver’s door and slipping inside. He quickly buckled himself and ended up buckling Ryeowook too. Ryeowook had been too nervous and his hands were shaking as he tried his best to buckle up.
As the car started Ryeowook felt the cell phone in his pocket begin to vibrate. He slowly took out the phone, sliding it open to reveal a text message. ‘Don’t bring your boyfriend. There is only enough tickets for me and you.’ Ryeowook shook his head after he read the text. It had been two weeks since it was announced that they were dating and Yesung didn’t even try to get along with Kyuhyun.
“From Yesung?” Kyuhyun asked. Ryeowook nodded slowly for a reply. “I expected as much.
Kyuhyun then took off from the parking space to begin their journey towards Ryeowook’s house. During the ride the older man noticed the song playing in the car CD player, it sounded familiar and nothing like what Kyuhyun would ever listen to. “Kyu,”
“Yeah?” Kyuhyun replied, his eyes scanning the road in front of him.
“Why do you have Yesung’s band’s CD?” Ryeowook questioned.
“Oh, um….I knew it’s your favorite band and I just wanted the ride home to be pleasant for you.” Kyuhyun replied sheepishly.
Awww, was the only thing that ran through Ryeowook’s mind. “But you hate him and his band.”
“But I love you and want to make you happy.” Kyuhyun replied simply.
“Thank you, but I don’t want you to be in pain.” Ryeowook leaned forward to eject the CD but Kyuhyun’s hand slapped his away.
“I’m fine,” Kyuhyun reassured. Ryeowook was about to protest but decided against it, knowing this argument could just go on forever.
After a few minutes of letting the radio fill the comfortable silence the car came to a halt in Ryeowook’s driveway.
“Where are your parents?” Kyuhyun wondered, turning the car off. Ryeowook’s parents were usually home every night to spend quality time with their son.
“They called it a ‘business trip’ but I think they just wanted some time to be alone together.” Ryeowook answered honestly.
“Ah,” Kyuhyun nodded understandingly. Ryeowook slowly unbuckled his seat belt, not really wanting his time with the younger man to come to an end.
“D-do….” Ryeowook stopped his heart was beginning to race nervously. He felt his cheek heat up as he avoided Kyuhyun’s gaze. “D-do you want to come in?” When Kyuhyun’s face distorted with shock and hesitated Ryeowook began to ramble, “Of course if you have somewhere to be soon that’s fine, I mean in like thirty minutes I-”
Kyuhyun silenced the blushing older boy, capturing his lips into a deliciously slow kiss. His tongue ran dreamily across Ryeowook’s bottom lip, making his mouth quiver open. Ryeowook’s eyes heavily closed as Kyuhyun’s tongue entered his mouth massaging his tongue slowly.
Kyuhyun pulled out of the kiss lazily, “Don’t be so nervous. Of course I’d love to come in,” He gave Ryeowook’s cheek a soft kiss.
“O-Okay,” Ryeowook stuttered his hands shaking violently as he pushed the car door open. He quickly stumbled up the walk way, rummaging through his pockets for the house key. By the time he finally got the door unlocked, Kyuhyun had managed to get out of the car, unlock the trunk, get Ryeowook’s backpack then walk up the walk way to where Ryeowook stood.
When they stepped inside Kyuhyun set down the back pack then let his eyes survey the room looking for any changes since the last time he had been inside.
“We didn’t do anything new to the place.” Ryeowook answered Kyuhyun’s unspoken question.
“It still feels the same.” Kyuhyun smiled, whenever he was in the older boy’s house he felt as warm as if laying peacefully in the sun. An overwhelming happiness filled him.
“Is that good?” Ryeowook questioned coming to stand closer to Kyuhyun.
“Mmm very good.” Kyuhyun reached out his arms and pulled Ryeowook to him. Ryeowook felt his chest tighten from the movement, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to Kyuhyun constantly touching him.
“You know what would be good?” Ryeowook murmured trying to cover his own awkwardness.
“Hm?”
“You listening to want you want in YOUR car.” Ryeowook replied, earning a chuckle from the taller man.
“But then I wouldn’t see you look so fucking cute as you sing along.” Kyuhyun let his hot breath wash over Ryeowook’s ear, beginning to fuel the violent blush spreading across the older boy’s face. “You make it so difficult,” Kyuhyun sighed letting his arms drop to his sides.
“For what?” Ryeowook looked up worried and confused.
“For me. Who is trying desperately to behave.” Kyuhyun turned away and took a few steps back.
“B-behave?” Ryeowook felt his heart beat flutter.
“Sometimes when I see you in the hallway I want to maul. You…you’re just so damn cute and sexy as hell. I feel like I’m going out of my mind.” Kyuhyun vented, but bringing all this up he managed to become even more frustrated. He ran a shaky hand through his own hair.
Ryeowook didn’t know what to say. He knew his body ached at Kyuhyun’s words, partially aching from wanting to be touched and caressed. Anything involving Kyuhyun’s lips on him sounded like a good time.
“I didn’t want to give you the wrong impression right now. You are more to me than sex…” Kyuhyun continued.
“Now whose nervous?” Ryeowook spoke barely above a whisper. Kyuhyun smiled slightly. “Y-you don’t have any reason to be nervous.” Ryeowook tried to steady his wavering voice as he took a step forward.
“Really?” Kyuhyun arched an eyebrow. He took a few steps forward causing Ryeowook to step back until he hit the back of the couch. Kyuhyun’s arms flew from his side to stop Ryeowook from falling back onto the couch. When Ryeowook was sturdy Kyuhyun continued. “Are you sure? That you want what I want?”
“W-what do you want?”
“You,” Kyuhyun growled catching Ryeowook’s lips in a rough kiss. When they broke away from the kiss Kyuhyun managed to whisper breathlessly, “All of you.”
“T-take me,” Ryeowook replied, anxiously waiting for Kyuhyun’s response.
“Are you sure?” Kyuhyun searched Ryeowook’s eyes for some sort of answer. Ryeowook took in a deep breath before he leaned forward pressing his lips lightly against Kyuhyun.
“I’m sure,” Ryeowook felt his face flush at his confession. Kyuhyun smiled before pulling Ryeowook’s lips back to his own.
Kyuhyun’s hands slowly ran down Ryeowook’s body. One hand slid underneath Ryeowook’s’ cotton shirt, drawing circles around the older man’s belly button while the other hands gave the older man’s ass a tight squeeze. Kyuhyun enjoyed the squeak that escaped Ryeowook’s lips.
“More,” Ryeowook breathed as he pressed his body firmly against the younger man.
“As you wish,” Kyuhyun replied leaving butterfly kisses down Ryeowook’s neck. He slid his leg carefully between Ryeowook’s thighs, letting the other boy enjoy the friction.
“Kyu,” Ryeowook moaned, letting his head fall backwards. Pressure in Kyuhyun’s groin seemed to hit it’s peak. Kyuhyun leaned in place a sweet kiss to Ryeowook’s forehead. He could taste the perspiration growing on the older man’s.
“let’s take this up stairs,” Kyuhyun offered.
“Mmm,” Ryeowook nodded in agreement. His body was beginning to feel as it was on fire, every place Kyuhyun had touched him his skin was burning.
Kyuhyun tore off Ryeowook’s shirt knowing that would be something less he would have to do when they finally made their way upstairs. “Is your room still the door on the far left?” Kyuhyun leant down and let his tongue swirl around the older man’s nipple. When Ryeowook didn’t answer his question, Kyuhyun bit him softly.
“Ah!” Ryeowook gasped.
“Far one on the left?”
“Y-yes,” Ryeowook stammered.
“Good,” Kyuhyun leant in planting a passionate kiss on the other’s thin lips. Ryeowook slowly coiled his legs around Kyuhyun’s torso in a desperate attempt to keep the contact as they went upstairs.
Kyuhyun carried Ryeowook up the stairs, their lips stayed locked together as they fumbled with Ryeowook’s clothes tossing them down the stairs.
Once in Ryeowook’s bedroom, neither of them remembered Ryeowook’s silently vibrating cell phone in his discarded jeans, or the posters of Yesung scattered on the walls that were sure to taunt Kyuhyun the next morning.
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Yesung waited at the theater until 7:30 at night, his concert started at 7. He couldn’t imagine why his friend stood him up or why he refused to answer his cell phone. His night seemed to worsen when the mysterious boy in the black mask didn’t make an appearance either.
Yesung began to wonder if he made up the masked man in some fear of being alone or unwanted. The only thing he did know is the next morning he planned to visit Ryeowook.
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sorry no sex scene, I'm lazy and sorry the pre-sex scene was pretty terrible! Oh and sorry for bad grammar and descriptions.
Pairings: Yewook and Kyuwook (relatively equal amounts)
rating: NC-17
genre: AU high school
disclaimer: i own nothing and no one.
summary: read and find out lol.
“RYEOWOOK!” Yesung called out as he pushed past many people in the hallway. The bell had just rang and when everyone rushed out of the class Ryeowook seemed to disappear in the crowd.
“Yesung?” A quieter voice called out.
Yesung let his eyes scan the crowd frantically before letting a smile break across his face when he noticed Ryeowook looking around confused, facing the opposite way of the hallway traffic flow. Yesung quickly made hi way over to his friend.
“Hey Wook,” He smiled.
“Hey, what’s up?” Ryeowook smiled sweetly at his friend before hugging his books more tightly to his chest as they joined the flow of traffic.
“Oh, um that movie you wanted to see is in theaters today and since I’m just awesome I was able to get tickets to it and I was wondering if you’d want to go see it with me before my concert tonight…” Yesung grinned smugly, to hide the nervousness growing in the pit of his stomach.
“You mean it? Ah!” Ryeowook squealed thinking of the movie and how it sounded like a date. Even if it wasn’t, Ryeowook could still pretend. He had wanted to see that movie so bad he had a count down on his calendar at home.
“No I was just kidding with you,” Yesung replied sarcastically. Ryeowook pouted unhappily with Yesung’s response. “Aww don’t be unhappy.” Yesung cooed wrapping his arms tightly around the younger man. “I can’t help but be sarcastic and…and today isn’t supposed to be a sad day you get to see the movie you’ve been waiting for!”
When Ryeowook hesitated for a moment to respond Yesung continued, “I’ll even wear a hat and sun glasses ….and um ugly clothes? Yes ugly clothes! That way no one will annoy us. I know you hate it when fans through themselves at me.”
“It’s not that, it’s just they are so loud,” Ryeowook turned away to open his locker, deep down he knew very well he hated seeing those fans running their nasty little paws all down Yesung’s body.
“They say the louder the fans the better the performer.” Yesung leaned against the locker next to Ryeowook’s.
“Who is ‘they’? You?” Ryeowook giggled, “Maybe they are just trying to drown out your silly rock music.” Ryeowook’s nose wrinkled in fake disgust.
“Hey!” Yesung pouted. “You would love my band if you listened to them, I mean after all you are already in love with the lead singer,” Yesung’s lips curled into a devilish smile as he took a few steps closer to Ryeowook making the younger man step away.
“Y-Yesung,” Ryeowook breathed as Yesung held his gaze. Yesung’s smile seemed to grow wider before he launched himself at Ryeowook and began terrorizing the younger man’s sides by tickling him.
Ryeowook crumpled into Yesung’s chest with tortured laughter, while his hands struggled to push the older man’s hands away. “St-stop!” Ryeowook pleaded.
“Come on, say it, say it!” Yesung pressed his fingers firmer against the other boy as he continued to tickle.
“Alright, alright! I’ll pay for the popcorn!” Ryeowook cried out through chocked laughter.
“Good.” Ryeowook could hear the smile in Yesung’s face as he backed away. Ryeowook let out a small sigh of relief. He should have seen the tickling coming Yesung did it every time they were about to go somewhere together, it was his way to get Ryeowook to pay for the food.
“My sides hurt.” Ryeowook pouted slightly as he picked up a book he dropped on the floor during the assault and placed it into his locker.
“Want me to kiss it and make it feel better?” Yesung teased,
Yes, Ryeowook thought to himself before letting his pout deepen. He then slung his backpack over his shoulder.
“Aww don’t be mad at me,” Yesung frowned as Ryeowook started to walk away from him. “Wookie!” Yesung whined before jogging to catch up with the other man and giving him a quick hug.
“How can I be mad at you? You are taking me to see the movie I’ve been anticipating! Oh, we better get there early for good seats!” Ryeowook exclaimed frantically.
“Okay, okay.” Yesung chuckled. “Let’s meet there in forty minutes then, ‘kay?”
“Okay! See you then!” Ryeowook waved before jogging out of the school doors, ready to run home to quickly change into something more comfortable. He rushed quickly down the cement steps and turned left onto the side walk.
“Yah! Kim Ryeowook!” Kyuhyun’s voice made him freeze.
“Huh?” Ryeowook looked around to see Kyuhyun standing beside his black car.
“Where are you going?” Kyuhyun questioned raising an eyebrow.
“H-Home?” Ryeowook pointed in front of him in the direction he would have to go to get to his house.
“Come on, hyung. I want to give you a ride.” Kyuhyun motioned for Ryeowook to come closer.
“I can walk,” Ryeowook offered.
Kyuhyun let out a sigh and shook his head before approaching the older man. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you walk?” Kyuhyun asked as he took Ryeowook’s backpack and placed a soft kiss in the middle of Ryeowook’s thin hair.
Ryeowook didn’t respond but instead blushed at the sign of affection. Kyuhyun was becoming increasingly delicate with him, as if he was about to break. “You coming?” Kyuhyun questioned after he tossed Ryeowook’s bag into the trunk.
Before Ryeowook could answer Kyuhyun stalked back over and grabbed his hand pulling him to the car, there he opened the door for his boyfriend. “Kidnapper.” Ryeowook whispered.
“But you like it,” Kyuhyun replied pushing his lips against Ryeowook’s temple. Ryeowook blushed slightly, he did like Kyuhyun’s assertiveness.
Kyuhyun walked around the car before opening the driver’s door and slipping inside. He quickly buckled himself and ended up buckling Ryeowook too. Ryeowook had been too nervous and his hands were shaking as he tried his best to buckle up.
As the car started Ryeowook felt the cell phone in his pocket begin to vibrate. He slowly took out the phone, sliding it open to reveal a text message. ‘Don’t bring your boyfriend. There is only enough tickets for me and you.’ Ryeowook shook his head after he read the text. It had been two weeks since it was announced that they were dating and Yesung didn’t even try to get along with Kyuhyun.
“From Yesung?” Kyuhyun asked. Ryeowook nodded slowly for a reply. “I expected as much.
Kyuhyun then took off from the parking space to begin their journey towards Ryeowook’s house. During the ride the older man noticed the song playing in the car CD player, it sounded familiar and nothing like what Kyuhyun would ever listen to. “Kyu,”
“Yeah?” Kyuhyun replied, his eyes scanning the road in front of him.
“Why do you have Yesung’s band’s CD?” Ryeowook questioned.
“Oh, um….I knew it’s your favorite band and I just wanted the ride home to be pleasant for you.” Kyuhyun replied sheepishly.
Awww, was the only thing that ran through Ryeowook’s mind. “But you hate him and his band.”
“But I love you and want to make you happy.” Kyuhyun replied simply.
“Thank you, but I don’t want you to be in pain.” Ryeowook leaned forward to eject the CD but Kyuhyun’s hand slapped his away.
“I’m fine,” Kyuhyun reassured. Ryeowook was about to protest but decided against it, knowing this argument could just go on forever.
After a few minutes of letting the radio fill the comfortable silence the car came to a halt in Ryeowook’s driveway.
“Where are your parents?” Kyuhyun wondered, turning the car off. Ryeowook’s parents were usually home every night to spend quality time with their son.
“They called it a ‘business trip’ but I think they just wanted some time to be alone together.” Ryeowook answered honestly.
“Ah,” Kyuhyun nodded understandingly. Ryeowook slowly unbuckled his seat belt, not really wanting his time with the younger man to come to an end.
“D-do….” Ryeowook stopped his heart was beginning to race nervously. He felt his cheek heat up as he avoided Kyuhyun’s gaze. “D-do you want to come in?” When Kyuhyun’s face distorted with shock and hesitated Ryeowook began to ramble, “Of course if you have somewhere to be soon that’s fine, I mean in like thirty minutes I-”
Kyuhyun silenced the blushing older boy, capturing his lips into a deliciously slow kiss. His tongue ran dreamily across Ryeowook’s bottom lip, making his mouth quiver open. Ryeowook’s eyes heavily closed as Kyuhyun’s tongue entered his mouth massaging his tongue slowly.
Kyuhyun pulled out of the kiss lazily, “Don’t be so nervous. Of course I’d love to come in,” He gave Ryeowook’s cheek a soft kiss.
“O-Okay,” Ryeowook stuttered his hands shaking violently as he pushed the car door open. He quickly stumbled up the walk way, rummaging through his pockets for the house key. By the time he finally got the door unlocked, Kyuhyun had managed to get out of the car, unlock the trunk, get Ryeowook’s backpack then walk up the walk way to where Ryeowook stood.
When they stepped inside Kyuhyun set down the back pack then let his eyes survey the room looking for any changes since the last time he had been inside.
“We didn’t do anything new to the place.” Ryeowook answered Kyuhyun’s unspoken question.
“It still feels the same.” Kyuhyun smiled, whenever he was in the older boy’s house he felt as warm as if laying peacefully in the sun. An overwhelming happiness filled him.
“Is that good?” Ryeowook questioned coming to stand closer to Kyuhyun.
“Mmm very good.” Kyuhyun reached out his arms and pulled Ryeowook to him. Ryeowook felt his chest tighten from the movement, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to Kyuhyun constantly touching him.
“You know what would be good?” Ryeowook murmured trying to cover his own awkwardness.
“Hm?”
“You listening to want you want in YOUR car.” Ryeowook replied, earning a chuckle from the taller man.
“But then I wouldn’t see you look so fucking cute as you sing along.” Kyuhyun let his hot breath wash over Ryeowook’s ear, beginning to fuel the violent blush spreading across the older boy’s face. “You make it so difficult,” Kyuhyun sighed letting his arms drop to his sides.
“For what?” Ryeowook looked up worried and confused.
“For me. Who is trying desperately to behave.” Kyuhyun turned away and took a few steps back.
“B-behave?” Ryeowook felt his heart beat flutter.
“Sometimes when I see you in the hallway I want to maul. You…you’re just so damn cute and sexy as hell. I feel like I’m going out of my mind.” Kyuhyun vented, but bringing all this up he managed to become even more frustrated. He ran a shaky hand through his own hair.
Ryeowook didn’t know what to say. He knew his body ached at Kyuhyun’s words, partially aching from wanting to be touched and caressed. Anything involving Kyuhyun’s lips on him sounded like a good time.
“I didn’t want to give you the wrong impression right now. You are more to me than sex…” Kyuhyun continued.
“Now whose nervous?” Ryeowook spoke barely above a whisper. Kyuhyun smiled slightly. “Y-you don’t have any reason to be nervous.” Ryeowook tried to steady his wavering voice as he took a step forward.
“Really?” Kyuhyun arched an eyebrow. He took a few steps forward causing Ryeowook to step back until he hit the back of the couch. Kyuhyun’s arms flew from his side to stop Ryeowook from falling back onto the couch. When Ryeowook was sturdy Kyuhyun continued. “Are you sure? That you want what I want?”
“W-what do you want?”
“You,” Kyuhyun growled catching Ryeowook’s lips in a rough kiss. When they broke away from the kiss Kyuhyun managed to whisper breathlessly, “All of you.”
“T-take me,” Ryeowook replied, anxiously waiting for Kyuhyun’s response.
“Are you sure?” Kyuhyun searched Ryeowook’s eyes for some sort of answer. Ryeowook took in a deep breath before he leaned forward pressing his lips lightly against Kyuhyun.
“I’m sure,” Ryeowook felt his face flush at his confession. Kyuhyun smiled before pulling Ryeowook’s lips back to his own.
Kyuhyun’s hands slowly ran down Ryeowook’s body. One hand slid underneath Ryeowook’s’ cotton shirt, drawing circles around the older man’s belly button while the other hands gave the older man’s ass a tight squeeze. Kyuhyun enjoyed the squeak that escaped Ryeowook’s lips.
“More,” Ryeowook breathed as he pressed his body firmly against the younger man.
“As you wish,” Kyuhyun replied leaving butterfly kisses down Ryeowook’s neck. He slid his leg carefully between Ryeowook’s thighs, letting the other boy enjoy the friction.
“Kyu,” Ryeowook moaned, letting his head fall backwards. Pressure in Kyuhyun’s groin seemed to hit it’s peak. Kyuhyun leaned in place a sweet kiss to Ryeowook’s forehead. He could taste the perspiration growing on the older man’s.
“let’s take this up stairs,” Kyuhyun offered.
“Mmm,” Ryeowook nodded in agreement. His body was beginning to feel as it was on fire, every place Kyuhyun had touched him his skin was burning.
Kyuhyun tore off Ryeowook’s shirt knowing that would be something less he would have to do when they finally made their way upstairs. “Is your room still the door on the far left?” Kyuhyun leant down and let his tongue swirl around the older man’s nipple. When Ryeowook didn’t answer his question, Kyuhyun bit him softly.
“Ah!” Ryeowook gasped.
“Far one on the left?”
“Y-yes,” Ryeowook stammered.
“Good,” Kyuhyun leant in planting a passionate kiss on the other’s thin lips. Ryeowook slowly coiled his legs around Kyuhyun’s torso in a desperate attempt to keep the contact as they went upstairs.
Kyuhyun carried Ryeowook up the stairs, their lips stayed locked together as they fumbled with Ryeowook’s clothes tossing them down the stairs.
Once in Ryeowook’s bedroom, neither of them remembered Ryeowook’s silently vibrating cell phone in his discarded jeans, or the posters of Yesung scattered on the walls that were sure to taunt Kyuhyun the next morning.
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Yesung waited at the theater until 7:30 at night, his concert started at 7. He couldn’t imagine why his friend stood him up or why he refused to answer his cell phone. His night seemed to worsen when the mysterious boy in the black mask didn’t make an appearance either.
Yesung began to wonder if he made up the masked man in some fear of being alone or unwanted. The only thing he did know is the next morning he planned to visit Ryeowook.
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sorry no sex scene, I'm lazy and sorry the pre-sex scene was pretty terrible! Oh and sorry for bad grammar and descriptions.