It's Not A Fault If It's Love
Title: It's Not A Fault If It's Love
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 921
Summary: Yesung loves Ryeowook, so Yesung has to accept him as he is, irritating or not.
A/N: Written for my oppaaarrrr (who wants to be ninja), born out of a single photograph and a ton of crazy MSN conversations resulting from that one photo. You are crack in human form, and I hope you like this! And um, also dedicated to all of you who are in on the Febreze joke. ;D
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Love makes you accept any faults in a person.
Except that what Ryeowook has isn't much of a fault, but it does get on Yesung's nerves. He's just - neat. Clean. Tidy. It really isn't a fault, and in fact it's a good thing, considering how he's the one who cleans their bedroom and washes Yesung's dishes after his meals and generally takes charge of the domestic chores Yesung's too clumsy to do.
But it's at times like these that Yesung wishes Ryeowook was an untidy little bastard, because he's really tired, and all he wants to do is cuddle, and the hot flush of pleasure hasn't even left his body yet when Ryeowook wriggles out of his arms with a squawk and climbs to his feet.
"Ryeowook," he says, propping himself up on one elbow, his voice husky and raw from tiredness. "Come on. Come sleep."
"No," Ryeowook replies tersely, wiping himself down with wet tissues, tossing the soiled paper into the trash basket and hurrying, still stark naked, to the window. "Get up, hyung, we need to clean up."
Yesung groans, rolls over onto his front, burying his face in the pillows. "I don't want to move. Can you just come back here?"
"No," Ryeowook says, his voice tinged with disgust. "How can you sleep when we're all sticky and gross?" He pushes the window open a couple of inches - Yesung hears the squeak of the hinge, and lifts his head in time to see Ryeowook hurrying back, sweeping items off their dresser at the same time.
"Oh, Ryeowook, for God's sake - " Yesung says as he sees the familiar pink bottle of Febreze in Ryeowook's hands, but Ryeowook just scowls at him and aims the nozzle squarely at their bed.
At him, in the bed.
Yesung barely has time to yelp before Ryeowook's spraying frantically at the sheets, the pillows, the blankets tangled between Yesung's legs, at Yesung's naked body. He shuts his eyes in resignation as the cool mist of liquid fabric freshener lands on his chest and stomach, the strong smell of lavender assaulting him, and wonders why, out of a total of 11 people he could have fallen in love with, he'd chosen Ryeowook.
"Okay, get off now, I need to make the bed," Ryeowook's voice cuts through his thoughts, and he whines at him without opening his eyes, spreading his arms wide and reaching out towards him.
"No, let's just sleep, okay? Stop doing this each time, just - for fuck's sake - lie down with me and let me sleep for once after we fuck, okay? Instead of moving me all over the room?"
"No!" Ryeowook yells, panic evident in his voice. "No, hyung, that's so gross, I need to clean up and everything! Now get up - get up, hyung, move, let me straighten the sheets - "
Grumbling and muttering, Yesung allows Ryeowook to pull him upright before he shuffles off to his own bed on the opposite side of the room, the one they never use. He plops down dejectedly onto it, stares at Ryeowook as he sprays Febreze on the area Yesung was occupying earlier, wondering why on earth Ryeowook even bothers if they're going to tumble back onto it and mess it up in their sleep anyway.
Then he starts noticing how Ryeowook looks when he's bent over their low bed, delicate hands sweeping over the white sheets and smoothing out the wrinkles, plump little butt in the air and muscles in his thighs straining as he leans further forward, tucking in the corners where he himself had pulled the bedsheet out earlier as he came into Yesung's hand, and Yesung is reminded of the many other things Ryeowook can be doing besides cleaning.
He gets up once more and walks silently towards Ryeowook, who's still naked and bent over, and startles him with a playful smack before he winds his arms around his waist and presses into his back so hard that Ryeowook loses his balance and falls, with a squeak, into the bed that he'd just Febreze-d and straightened. Yesung falls right on top of him, pinning him down, making sure that Ryeowook can feel him growing hard again and pressing insistently into the back of his thigh.
"Hyung, what are you - hyung - the bed!" is all Ryeowook manages to get out before Yesung silences him with a hungry kiss, and soon his protests melt into quiet little moans as Yesung smirks in triumph against his neck.
But when they finish, Ryeowook tries to wriggle out of his arms yet again, crying about how the bed is so messy and they are so dirty and oh god he needs to clean before they can sleep -
"I can go again, you know," Yesung says lazily. "Want to see how many times I can keep this up?"
Ryeowook frowns at him, and there's a few seconds of silence as Yesung contemplates if his threat is enough, and if it isn't, well fuck his life, because he has schedules the next day, he wants to sleep, and can he even get it up again when his head's swimming with exhaustion?
Then Ryeowook snuggles back into his arms with a tiny sigh and a soft "You're cleaning up tomorrow morning, hyung", and Yesung wants to laugh, but he's already falling asleep, Ryeowook warm and soft and sweet-smelling in his arms, despite the sheen of perspiration covering him.
Well, sweeter-smelling than the damned lavender Febreze, any day.
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 921
Summary: Yesung loves Ryeowook, so Yesung has to accept him as he is, irritating or not.
A/N: Written for my oppaaarrrr (who wants to be ninja), born out of a single photograph and a ton of crazy MSN conversations resulting from that one photo. You are crack in human form, and I hope you like this! And um, also dedicated to all of you who are in on the Febreze joke. ;D
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Love makes you accept any faults in a person.
Except that what Ryeowook has isn't much of a fault, but it does get on Yesung's nerves. He's just - neat. Clean. Tidy. It really isn't a fault, and in fact it's a good thing, considering how he's the one who cleans their bedroom and washes Yesung's dishes after his meals and generally takes charge of the domestic chores Yesung's too clumsy to do.
But it's at times like these that Yesung wishes Ryeowook was an untidy little bastard, because he's really tired, and all he wants to do is cuddle, and the hot flush of pleasure hasn't even left his body yet when Ryeowook wriggles out of his arms with a squawk and climbs to his feet.
"Ryeowook," he says, propping himself up on one elbow, his voice husky and raw from tiredness. "Come on. Come sleep."
"No," Ryeowook replies tersely, wiping himself down with wet tissues, tossing the soiled paper into the trash basket and hurrying, still stark naked, to the window. "Get up, hyung, we need to clean up."
Yesung groans, rolls over onto his front, burying his face in the pillows. "I don't want to move. Can you just come back here?"
"No," Ryeowook says, his voice tinged with disgust. "How can you sleep when we're all sticky and gross?" He pushes the window open a couple of inches - Yesung hears the squeak of the hinge, and lifts his head in time to see Ryeowook hurrying back, sweeping items off their dresser at the same time.
"Oh, Ryeowook, for God's sake - " Yesung says as he sees the familiar pink bottle of Febreze in Ryeowook's hands, but Ryeowook just scowls at him and aims the nozzle squarely at their bed.
At him, in the bed.
Yesung barely has time to yelp before Ryeowook's spraying frantically at the sheets, the pillows, the blankets tangled between Yesung's legs, at Yesung's naked body. He shuts his eyes in resignation as the cool mist of liquid fabric freshener lands on his chest and stomach, the strong smell of lavender assaulting him, and wonders why, out of a total of 11 people he could have fallen in love with, he'd chosen Ryeowook.
"Okay, get off now, I need to make the bed," Ryeowook's voice cuts through his thoughts, and he whines at him without opening his eyes, spreading his arms wide and reaching out towards him.
"No, let's just sleep, okay? Stop doing this each time, just - for fuck's sake - lie down with me and let me sleep for once after we fuck, okay? Instead of moving me all over the room?"
"No!" Ryeowook yells, panic evident in his voice. "No, hyung, that's so gross, I need to clean up and everything! Now get up - get up, hyung, move, let me straighten the sheets - "
Grumbling and muttering, Yesung allows Ryeowook to pull him upright before he shuffles off to his own bed on the opposite side of the room, the one they never use. He plops down dejectedly onto it, stares at Ryeowook as he sprays Febreze on the area Yesung was occupying earlier, wondering why on earth Ryeowook even bothers if they're going to tumble back onto it and mess it up in their sleep anyway.
Then he starts noticing how Ryeowook looks when he's bent over their low bed, delicate hands sweeping over the white sheets and smoothing out the wrinkles, plump little butt in the air and muscles in his thighs straining as he leans further forward, tucking in the corners where he himself had pulled the bedsheet out earlier as he came into Yesung's hand, and Yesung is reminded of the many other things Ryeowook can be doing besides cleaning.
He gets up once more and walks silently towards Ryeowook, who's still naked and bent over, and startles him with a playful smack before he winds his arms around his waist and presses into his back so hard that Ryeowook loses his balance and falls, with a squeak, into the bed that he'd just Febreze-d and straightened. Yesung falls right on top of him, pinning him down, making sure that Ryeowook can feel him growing hard again and pressing insistently into the back of his thigh.
"Hyung, what are you - hyung - the bed!" is all Ryeowook manages to get out before Yesung silences him with a hungry kiss, and soon his protests melt into quiet little moans as Yesung smirks in triumph against his neck.
But when they finish, Ryeowook tries to wriggle out of his arms yet again, crying about how the bed is so messy and they are so dirty and oh god he needs to clean before they can sleep -
"I can go again, you know," Yesung says lazily. "Want to see how many times I can keep this up?"
Ryeowook frowns at him, and there's a few seconds of silence as Yesung contemplates if his threat is enough, and if it isn't, well fuck his life, because he has schedules the next day, he wants to sleep, and can he even get it up again when his head's swimming with exhaustion?
Then Ryeowook snuggles back into his arms with a tiny sigh and a soft "You're cleaning up tomorrow morning, hyung", and Yesung wants to laugh, but he's already falling asleep, Ryeowook warm and soft and sweet-smelling in his arms, despite the sheen of perspiration covering him.
Well, sweeter-smelling than the damned lavender Febreze, any day.