Fic: Visitation Rights
Title: Visitation Rights
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: YeBumWook
Rating: +17
Summary: Yesung and Ryeowook come to visit Kibum one night.
Notes: For thundersquall \o/ I'm slowly trying to repopulate you with Yewook porn. :D
Kibum was reading over his script when his doorbell rang. He glanced at the clock and frowned. 11:30 pm. He didn’t get up, figuring it was just a couple of fans. Living alone meant he had less of them, but a few would still pop by, and since he was all by himself, and the apartment didn’t really have security, they felt bolder about ringing the doorbell. If it was anyone important they had his number.
With that thought his phone beeped and he finally put down his script, picking up the phone. It was Ryeowook, and a smiley face as the tag to a picture of Ryeowook and Yesung standing outside his apartment building. Kibum sighed but went and buzzed them in, trying to figure out why they would be here so late.
It was pretty obvious once he opened the door and Ryeowook wrapped his arms around Kibum, hugging him tight before he turned and shot a smile to Yesung who was calmly hanging up their jackets and making sure their shoes were nicely put away.
Kibum rubbed Ryeowook’s shoulder as his was nuzzled into. “It’s really late.” He said.
“We know.” Yesung answered back, shutting the closet. “Ryeowook wanted to come.”
Kibum looked down at Ryeowook, who was shooting him an innocent smile. He rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
Yesung laughed at the resigned Kibum tone took. “You know it isn’t that annoying.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Kibum groused good naturedly as Ryeowook let go of his shoulder.
“We’ll make it worth your while.” Yesung promised.
Ryeowook dropped to his knees in front of Kibum, rolling his sweatpants down so his cock was exposed. Kibum shifted, not looking at Yesung as he tangled his hands in Ryeowook’s hair, pulling him roughly down so Kibum was pushed into his mouth. Ryeowook gagged and rested his hands on Kibum’s thighs, tongue peeking out as he tried to breathe through his nose. Kibum didn’t wait, pulling his hips back and thrusting back into Ryeowook’s mouth. Ryeowook tried to tuck his teeth away but Kibum’s pace wouldn’t allow it.
Kibum tugged him back by his hair as he felt a shadow fall over him. Ryeowook looked up to see Yesung lean forward, pressing Kibum and Ryeowook back into the wall with his body. Kibum was smirking and then Ryeowook couldn’t see anymore because Kibum had pulled him down, lips wrapping back around Kibum’s cock. Ryeowook liked to imagine though, that Yesung had Kibum pinned against the wall, and was kissing him roughly. Kibum’s hands falling from his hair seemed to indicate that had happened and Ryeowook went to work sucking at his own pace.
Ryeowook kept one hand on Kibum’s hip, balancing himself between his thighs as he sucked up and down, tongue wrapping around Kibum’s cock every time he took it out of his mouth. He wrapped his other hand around the base of Kibum’s cock and pumped up and down the part that he couldn’t reach. Two pairs of hands gripped his hair, pushing him down further until he gagged again. Ryeowook realized it was both of them when one hand started to pull him away, but the other kept him pressed down, mouth touching the base and cock down his throat.
He was finally pulled back and he gasped, pulling air into his lungs. He was staring up at Kibum and Yesung, and they were both looking down at him, breathing almost as hard as he was; Kibum’s shirt had been undone and Ryeowook saw what looked like a bruise forming on his collarbone. He shut his eyes for a moment, but they snapped open as both hands grabbed his hair again and lead him towards Yesung’s cock. Ryeowook licked his lips in anticipation before wrapping them around the head. The hands were impatient though and soon he was breathing through his nose as they started a pace that had Yesung’s cock in his mouth more than out of it.
Ryeowook only stood when their hands pulled him up off his knees, both men growling about something that Ryeowook couldn’t make out over his blood pounding in his head. When his back met the soft cushion of Kibum’s couch he figured they must have been talking about moving to there. He swallowed, calming himself as Kibum pulled Yesung’s shirt off. They kissed roughly as the shirt was removed, breaking only to get it up and over Yesung’s head. Ryeowook swallowed, taking the moment they were invested in each other to remove his pants and his shirt; they were a good pair and he would hate to see them rip.
The movement drew their attention to him and Ryeowook smiled as shy as he could when he was hard as he was. Kibum grinned, and bit into Yesung’s neck playfully. Yesung growled, grabbing Kibum’s hair and pulling his head back. Kibum was still grinning as he rested his hand on Yesung’s shoulder and pulled him towards him. Yesung didn’t follow easily and Ryeowook could only watch as Kibum’s bicep flexed as he gave in and roughly pulled Yesung into him.
They kissed, rough and Yesung moved his hands down Kibum’s back, over his butt until he was cupping the back of Kibum’s thighs. Ryeowook watched as Kibum pushed himself up, wrapping his legs around Yesung’s waist. Yesung supported him with his arms as he tried to stumble towards the couch. Kibum locked his arms around Yesung’s neck so when he was pushed into the couch Yesung followed and Ryeowook could only watch, mouth dry as they kissed right next to him.
Yesung broke the kiss, and turned his head to look at Ryeowook, even as Kibum moved his lips down, biting over Yesung’s collarbone and darkening the bruises that Ryeowook had left that morning.
“Kibum.” Yesung spoke quietly and it sent a shiver up Ryeowook’s spine. “Fuck Ryeowook.”
Ryeowook let out a breath as Kibum smirked, unwinding himself from Yesung and crawling over Ryeowook. Ryeowook looked up at him, offered Kibum a smile before they kissed. Ryeowook’s back arched and he ground his hips into Kibum’s as he let out a little moan. Kibum gripped his hips, sliding his hands down to grab hold of Ryeowook’s butt so he could flip him around. Ryeowook buried his face in the couch, spreading himself out for Kibum as he heard someone, Yesung, get up and move.
His hair was grabbed, though this time it was gentle and Ryeowook glanced up to see Yesung sitting in front of him. Yesung’s fingers caressed his face at the same time that Kibum began to prep him. Ryeowook wiggled his hips, his signal with Kibum that he was ready, while he still smiled at Yesung. The smile didn’t last long as Kibum pushed into him and Ryeowook let out a moan as Kibum thrust forward.
Yesung kept running his fingers through his hair and down his cheek, coaxing out the whimpers from his mouth before inserting two fingers. Ryeowook bit down as Kibum thrust back into him. Yesung didn’t wince, curling his fingers inside Ryeowook’s mouth and playing with his tongue for a moment before taking the fingers out to run them over Ryeowook’s collarbone.
Kibum pulled his hips all the way back and then he snapped them forward. Ryeowook moaned even as Yesung frowned at the rough pace Kibum was exerting. He ran his hands through Ryeowook’s hair again, tilting the head up so he could look into Ryeowook’s almost glazed eyes. He traced Ryeowook’s lips, ignoring Ryeowook’s tongue coming out to lick his finger, before looking back at Kibum, pushing over and over again in Ryeowook.
Yesung’s frown deepened and he pulled Ryeowook’s head back down, slapping his cheek with his cock. “Suck.” He ordered.
Ryeowook glanced up at him, mouth hanging open as he panted and Kibum came to a halt. Yesung arched his eyebrow at Ryeowook, tapping his cheek with his fingers in a silent demonstration and Ryeowook slowly wrapped his lips around the head of Yesung’s cock, eyes still locked on his face. Kibum started to thrust again, rough and fast like before and Yesung moaned as each thrust pushed Ryeowook’s mouth down around his cock.
“Harder Kibum. Fuck him harder.” Yesung ordered, hands tightening in Ryeowook’s hair.
Kibum let out a chuckle and he slowed his pace. Yesung grabbed Ryeowook’s hair harder, lifting his mouth off his cock even as he whimpered and tried to reach the head of it with his tongue.
“Fuck him. Harder.”
Kibum smirked, his hands gripping Ryeowook’s hips hard, right over where Yesung’s hand marks were. He pushed in hard, and then pulled back. Ryeowook moaned and tried to lick the head of Yesung’s cock but Yesung had pulled him too far back.
“Kibum.” Yesung tried to put more warning into his voice but Kibum just kept with the slow pace, even as it tortured Ryeowook.
“Kibum, Kibum please.” He begged. “Yesung.” It was mostly gibberish, their names interspersed between the pleads but Kibum just kept on his slow pace, breathing coming down from the heavy panting when he was close.
Yesung pulled Ryeowook’s head back and rolled off the couch. Kibum smirked, stilled in Ryeowook as Yesung came up behind him and pushed him forward. Ryeowook’s knees scrapped against the couch and he moaned as his body was pushed over the arm of the couch, cock rubbing against the pillows as Yesung fit himself behind Kibum.
Kibum was still inside Ryeowook even as Yesung pressed a finger, then two, then three inside him. He kept his breathing even, trying not to show how much it affected him. He finally let out a gasp as Yesung pushed into him, so deep that his hips pushed forward and Ryeowook let out a moan as his cock was pressed deeper into the pillow and his body was pushed further over the arm of the couch.
“Like this.” Yesung growled, one hand resting on Kibum’s hip and the other hand coming up and grabbing Kibum’s throat lightly. He thrust his hips forward again. “Fuck him. Like this.”
Kibum groaned, starting to follow the rough pace that Yesung had started. He was stretched tight around Yesung’s cock and Yesung knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Pull him up.” He growled, fingers tight around Kibum’s hip as he tightened his hand around his throat for a moment.
Kibum gasped as he pulled Ryeowook up, wrapping one arm around Ryeowook’s waist and the other holding his cock, pumping. Ryeowook moaned, his head thrashing from side to side as Kibum and Yesung fucked him. He came hard, come hitting the couch and coating Kibum’s fingers. He went limp, and Kibum let him fall back over the arm of the couch as he continued to fuck him, getting close.
Yesung came inside Kibum, biting hard into his shoulder. Kibum groaned, thrust hard one last time and emptied himself inside Ryeowook. Ryeowook wiggled his hips just a bit as Kibum collapsed over him, head digging between Ryeowook’s shoulder blades. Yesung pulled out of Kibum, throwing himself back against the couch, breathing hard.
It was Ryeowook who spoke first, sound muffled by the fabric of the couch. “See Kibum. Aren’t you glad you let us in?”
Kibum laughed into his back.
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: YeBumWook
Rating: +17
Summary: Yesung and Ryeowook come to visit Kibum one night.
Notes: For thundersquall \o/ I'm slowly trying to repopulate you with Yewook porn. :D
Kibum was reading over his script when his doorbell rang. He glanced at the clock and frowned. 11:30 pm. He didn’t get up, figuring it was just a couple of fans. Living alone meant he had less of them, but a few would still pop by, and since he was all by himself, and the apartment didn’t really have security, they felt bolder about ringing the doorbell. If it was anyone important they had his number.
With that thought his phone beeped and he finally put down his script, picking up the phone. It was Ryeowook, and a smiley face as the tag to a picture of Ryeowook and Yesung standing outside his apartment building. Kibum sighed but went and buzzed them in, trying to figure out why they would be here so late.
It was pretty obvious once he opened the door and Ryeowook wrapped his arms around Kibum, hugging him tight before he turned and shot a smile to Yesung who was calmly hanging up their jackets and making sure their shoes were nicely put away.
Kibum rubbed Ryeowook’s shoulder as his was nuzzled into. “It’s really late.” He said.
“We know.” Yesung answered back, shutting the closet. “Ryeowook wanted to come.”
Kibum looked down at Ryeowook, who was shooting him an innocent smile. He rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
Yesung laughed at the resigned Kibum tone took. “You know it isn’t that annoying.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Kibum groused good naturedly as Ryeowook let go of his shoulder.
“We’ll make it worth your while.” Yesung promised.
Ryeowook dropped to his knees in front of Kibum, rolling his sweatpants down so his cock was exposed. Kibum shifted, not looking at Yesung as he tangled his hands in Ryeowook’s hair, pulling him roughly down so Kibum was pushed into his mouth. Ryeowook gagged and rested his hands on Kibum’s thighs, tongue peeking out as he tried to breathe through his nose. Kibum didn’t wait, pulling his hips back and thrusting back into Ryeowook’s mouth. Ryeowook tried to tuck his teeth away but Kibum’s pace wouldn’t allow it.
Kibum tugged him back by his hair as he felt a shadow fall over him. Ryeowook looked up to see Yesung lean forward, pressing Kibum and Ryeowook back into the wall with his body. Kibum was smirking and then Ryeowook couldn’t see anymore because Kibum had pulled him down, lips wrapping back around Kibum’s cock. Ryeowook liked to imagine though, that Yesung had Kibum pinned against the wall, and was kissing him roughly. Kibum’s hands falling from his hair seemed to indicate that had happened and Ryeowook went to work sucking at his own pace.
Ryeowook kept one hand on Kibum’s hip, balancing himself between his thighs as he sucked up and down, tongue wrapping around Kibum’s cock every time he took it out of his mouth. He wrapped his other hand around the base of Kibum’s cock and pumped up and down the part that he couldn’t reach. Two pairs of hands gripped his hair, pushing him down further until he gagged again. Ryeowook realized it was both of them when one hand started to pull him away, but the other kept him pressed down, mouth touching the base and cock down his throat.
He was finally pulled back and he gasped, pulling air into his lungs. He was staring up at Kibum and Yesung, and they were both looking down at him, breathing almost as hard as he was; Kibum’s shirt had been undone and Ryeowook saw what looked like a bruise forming on his collarbone. He shut his eyes for a moment, but they snapped open as both hands grabbed his hair again and lead him towards Yesung’s cock. Ryeowook licked his lips in anticipation before wrapping them around the head. The hands were impatient though and soon he was breathing through his nose as they started a pace that had Yesung’s cock in his mouth more than out of it.
Ryeowook only stood when their hands pulled him up off his knees, both men growling about something that Ryeowook couldn’t make out over his blood pounding in his head. When his back met the soft cushion of Kibum’s couch he figured they must have been talking about moving to there. He swallowed, calming himself as Kibum pulled Yesung’s shirt off. They kissed roughly as the shirt was removed, breaking only to get it up and over Yesung’s head. Ryeowook swallowed, taking the moment they were invested in each other to remove his pants and his shirt; they were a good pair and he would hate to see them rip.
The movement drew their attention to him and Ryeowook smiled as shy as he could when he was hard as he was. Kibum grinned, and bit into Yesung’s neck playfully. Yesung growled, grabbing Kibum’s hair and pulling his head back. Kibum was still grinning as he rested his hand on Yesung’s shoulder and pulled him towards him. Yesung didn’t follow easily and Ryeowook could only watch as Kibum’s bicep flexed as he gave in and roughly pulled Yesung into him.
They kissed, rough and Yesung moved his hands down Kibum’s back, over his butt until he was cupping the back of Kibum’s thighs. Ryeowook watched as Kibum pushed himself up, wrapping his legs around Yesung’s waist. Yesung supported him with his arms as he tried to stumble towards the couch. Kibum locked his arms around Yesung’s neck so when he was pushed into the couch Yesung followed and Ryeowook could only watch, mouth dry as they kissed right next to him.
Yesung broke the kiss, and turned his head to look at Ryeowook, even as Kibum moved his lips down, biting over Yesung’s collarbone and darkening the bruises that Ryeowook had left that morning.
“Kibum.” Yesung spoke quietly and it sent a shiver up Ryeowook’s spine. “Fuck Ryeowook.”
Ryeowook let out a breath as Kibum smirked, unwinding himself from Yesung and crawling over Ryeowook. Ryeowook looked up at him, offered Kibum a smile before they kissed. Ryeowook’s back arched and he ground his hips into Kibum’s as he let out a little moan. Kibum gripped his hips, sliding his hands down to grab hold of Ryeowook’s butt so he could flip him around. Ryeowook buried his face in the couch, spreading himself out for Kibum as he heard someone, Yesung, get up and move.
His hair was grabbed, though this time it was gentle and Ryeowook glanced up to see Yesung sitting in front of him. Yesung’s fingers caressed his face at the same time that Kibum began to prep him. Ryeowook wiggled his hips, his signal with Kibum that he was ready, while he still smiled at Yesung. The smile didn’t last long as Kibum pushed into him and Ryeowook let out a moan as Kibum thrust forward.
Yesung kept running his fingers through his hair and down his cheek, coaxing out the whimpers from his mouth before inserting two fingers. Ryeowook bit down as Kibum thrust back into him. Yesung didn’t wince, curling his fingers inside Ryeowook’s mouth and playing with his tongue for a moment before taking the fingers out to run them over Ryeowook’s collarbone.
Kibum pulled his hips all the way back and then he snapped them forward. Ryeowook moaned even as Yesung frowned at the rough pace Kibum was exerting. He ran his hands through Ryeowook’s hair again, tilting the head up so he could look into Ryeowook’s almost glazed eyes. He traced Ryeowook’s lips, ignoring Ryeowook’s tongue coming out to lick his finger, before looking back at Kibum, pushing over and over again in Ryeowook.
Yesung’s frown deepened and he pulled Ryeowook’s head back down, slapping his cheek with his cock. “Suck.” He ordered.
Ryeowook glanced up at him, mouth hanging open as he panted and Kibum came to a halt. Yesung arched his eyebrow at Ryeowook, tapping his cheek with his fingers in a silent demonstration and Ryeowook slowly wrapped his lips around the head of Yesung’s cock, eyes still locked on his face. Kibum started to thrust again, rough and fast like before and Yesung moaned as each thrust pushed Ryeowook’s mouth down around his cock.
“Harder Kibum. Fuck him harder.” Yesung ordered, hands tightening in Ryeowook’s hair.
Kibum let out a chuckle and he slowed his pace. Yesung grabbed Ryeowook’s hair harder, lifting his mouth off his cock even as he whimpered and tried to reach the head of it with his tongue.
“Fuck him. Harder.”
Kibum smirked, his hands gripping Ryeowook’s hips hard, right over where Yesung’s hand marks were. He pushed in hard, and then pulled back. Ryeowook moaned and tried to lick the head of Yesung’s cock but Yesung had pulled him too far back.
“Kibum.” Yesung tried to put more warning into his voice but Kibum just kept with the slow pace, even as it tortured Ryeowook.
“Kibum, Kibum please.” He begged. “Yesung.” It was mostly gibberish, their names interspersed between the pleads but Kibum just kept on his slow pace, breathing coming down from the heavy panting when he was close.
Yesung pulled Ryeowook’s head back and rolled off the couch. Kibum smirked, stilled in Ryeowook as Yesung came up behind him and pushed him forward. Ryeowook’s knees scrapped against the couch and he moaned as his body was pushed over the arm of the couch, cock rubbing against the pillows as Yesung fit himself behind Kibum.
Kibum was still inside Ryeowook even as Yesung pressed a finger, then two, then three inside him. He kept his breathing even, trying not to show how much it affected him. He finally let out a gasp as Yesung pushed into him, so deep that his hips pushed forward and Ryeowook let out a moan as his cock was pressed deeper into the pillow and his body was pushed further over the arm of the couch.
“Like this.” Yesung growled, one hand resting on Kibum’s hip and the other hand coming up and grabbing Kibum’s throat lightly. He thrust his hips forward again. “Fuck him. Like this.”
Kibum groaned, starting to follow the rough pace that Yesung had started. He was stretched tight around Yesung’s cock and Yesung knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Pull him up.” He growled, fingers tight around Kibum’s hip as he tightened his hand around his throat for a moment.
Kibum gasped as he pulled Ryeowook up, wrapping one arm around Ryeowook’s waist and the other holding his cock, pumping. Ryeowook moaned, his head thrashing from side to side as Kibum and Yesung fucked him. He came hard, come hitting the couch and coating Kibum’s fingers. He went limp, and Kibum let him fall back over the arm of the couch as he continued to fuck him, getting close.
Yesung came inside Kibum, biting hard into his shoulder. Kibum groaned, thrust hard one last time and emptied himself inside Ryeowook. Ryeowook wiggled his hips just a bit as Kibum collapsed over him, head digging between Ryeowook’s shoulder blades. Yesung pulled out of Kibum, throwing himself back against the couch, breathing hard.
It was Ryeowook who spoke first, sound muffled by the fabric of the couch. “See Kibum. Aren’t you glad you let us in?”
Kibum laughed into his back.