Fic: Game
Title: Game
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Yewook
Rating: +17 (idk not really but i guess maybe?)
Warnings: Breath play.
Summary: He'd wanted to tie him up, but then he decided to say fuck it and just choke him instead.
Note: For thundersquall
It is currently 3 a.m. I have like 8 bajillion other things I should be doing (sleeping being up there) but well.... Suju is back and Ryeowook wore a fucking rope as a tie and my mind went right to "HDSAJKGFHJAKGFAD BONDAGE PORN~~~~" and just yeah. This is crap. But it needed to be written. Maybe when I have more time and not so many fics to write I'll come back and idk, write a long intricate fic about the wonders of Yewook bondage. For now thought. This.
He'd bought different colours, because at the time he'd been fantasizing about using different ropes, and tying Ryeowook up pretty little knots the way he had seen in pictures. But when they finally got to it, Ryeowook underneath him, naked and panting, fingers teasing his own nipples as he waited for Jongwoon to do something, he lost all his plans. He stopped thinking about colours and artistry and just grabbed the first rope he could and looped it around Ryeowook's neck.
He didn't pull right away, letting the ends of the rope sit there on Ryeowook's chest, the deep amber colour contrasting with his pale skin. Ryeowook shivered and Jongwoon watched as he reacted to the smooth texture of the rope. He'd been careful, buying something that wouldn't scratch, or leave red marks. Jongwoon wasn't fond of them. He liked his marks deep and purple-green-blue-black.
It was dangerous, what he was thinking about doing. He hadn't planned for it. When he had told Ryeowook about this, watching the other man's eyes light up in delight at each word, he hadn't said it would hurt. It was just supposed to be him tying him up, wrapping him like a present. The fun was supposed to be in untying each knot after he had made Ryeowook stay locked up like that. He was supposed to enjoy Ryeowook coming undone, stretching after he was restricted for so long. But instead. He grabbed one of the ends and finished the loop around Ryeowook's neck.
His eyes went wide, already catching up with what Jongwoon wanted. They hadn't done this before, not with anything but his hands.
Jongwoon watched Ryeowook take a deep breath, and then his pupils blew out. He'd tightened the rope.
Ryeowook struggled and Jongwoon watched him, felt him wriggle underneath his body. He kept the rope tight as Ryeowook tried to claw at it, claw at Jongwoon's wrists.
He let go and Ryeowook took in deep gulps of air, hands at his throat.
Jongwoon watched him, waiting to see his reaction. He could feel how hard Ryeowook was, how much that had surprised him, and turned him on. Ryeowook's smirked, playing coy and Jongwoon let out a growl.
"Again," he whispered.
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Yewook
Rating: +17 (idk not really but i guess maybe?)
Warnings: Breath play.
Summary: He'd wanted to tie him up, but then he decided to say fuck it and just choke him instead.
Note: For thundersquall
It is currently 3 a.m. I have like 8 bajillion other things I should be doing (sleeping being up there) but well.... Suju is back and Ryeowook wore a fucking rope as a tie and my mind went right to "HDSAJKGFHJAKGFAD BONDAGE PORN~~~~" and just yeah. This is crap. But it needed to be written. Maybe when I have more time and not so many fics to write I'll come back and idk, write a long intricate fic about the wonders of Yewook bondage. For now thought. This.
He'd bought different colours, because at the time he'd been fantasizing about using different ropes, and tying Ryeowook up pretty little knots the way he had seen in pictures. But when they finally got to it, Ryeowook underneath him, naked and panting, fingers teasing his own nipples as he waited for Jongwoon to do something, he lost all his plans. He stopped thinking about colours and artistry and just grabbed the first rope he could and looped it around Ryeowook's neck.
He didn't pull right away, letting the ends of the rope sit there on Ryeowook's chest, the deep amber colour contrasting with his pale skin. Ryeowook shivered and Jongwoon watched as he reacted to the smooth texture of the rope. He'd been careful, buying something that wouldn't scratch, or leave red marks. Jongwoon wasn't fond of them. He liked his marks deep and purple-green-blue-black.
It was dangerous, what he was thinking about doing. He hadn't planned for it. When he had told Ryeowook about this, watching the other man's eyes light up in delight at each word, he hadn't said it would hurt. It was just supposed to be him tying him up, wrapping him like a present. The fun was supposed to be in untying each knot after he had made Ryeowook stay locked up like that. He was supposed to enjoy Ryeowook coming undone, stretching after he was restricted for so long. But instead. He grabbed one of the ends and finished the loop around Ryeowook's neck.
His eyes went wide, already catching up with what Jongwoon wanted. They hadn't done this before, not with anything but his hands.
Jongwoon watched Ryeowook take a deep breath, and then his pupils blew out. He'd tightened the rope.
Ryeowook struggled and Jongwoon watched him, felt him wriggle underneath his body. He kept the rope tight as Ryeowook tried to claw at it, claw at Jongwoon's wrists.
He let go and Ryeowook took in deep gulps of air, hands at his throat.
Jongwoon watched him, waiting to see his reaction. He could feel how hard Ryeowook was, how much that had surprised him, and turned him on. Ryeowook's smirked, playing coy and Jongwoon let out a growl.
"Again," he whispered.