I can has yoga!porn. Even if it's shitty yoga!porn.
hoyah: 100107 Ryeowook working hard for 4jib
EH: Recently our Ryeowook is in the dorm learning some form of yoga. Now he really wants to dance properly, & also build up his body, also for the 4jib, he’s working really hard to build up.
ET: Hmmm 4jib…
thundersquall: OMFG
OMFG
RYEOWOOK DOING YOGA
WHY IS NO ONE WRITING YOGA!PORN FOR THIS
... And so this was born. Not crossposted, because it quite frankly sucks, and it's just meant to satisfy my own need for YeWook porn. FML, WHY DOESN'T ANYONE WRITE ME YOGA!PORN?! Imagine the possibilities, guys, Yesung sitting on his bed watching openmouthed as Ryeowook contorts his tiny flexible little body into all sorts of sexual-looking positions. I almost feel sorry for the poor tortured man. D:
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When Ryeowook announces to the group that he's picking up yoga to help with his flexibility and improve his dancing, in preparation for their 4th album, Yesung doesn't think much of it at first. He's used to Ryeowook trying hard, working hard, and ever since his Insomnia solo, Ryeowook's been talking his ear off about how he wants to work on his dancing.
He only realises that he doesn't exactly know that much about yoga when he comes back to the dorm after lunch at his parents' restaurant one day, to find Ryeowook in their bedroom, on a yoga mat, body contorted into a backbend that looks incredibly painful to Yesung. He's about to call out to Ryeowook, to hurry over and pull him out of that odd position, when Ryeowook unfolds himself gracefully and stands on tiptoe before bending over, palms flat on the ground. His jogging bottoms pull taut against his legs and ass, and as Yesung watches Ryeowook spreads his legs, and it's enough to make Yesung forget about the possible pain it may be causing Ryeowook.
He walks up to Ryeowook quietly, unbuckling his belt as he goes, watching as Ryeowook stands up straight again. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is damp with sweat, but other than slightly heavier breathing, he doesn't seem to be under any exertion at all, and as he turns Yesung reaches out and pulls at him, fingers already dipping into the elastic waistband of his jogging pants. Ryeowook's eyes snap wide open, his hand grabbing Yesung's and flinging it away before he steps back, looking wildly up at him. "Hyung!" he says, frowning. "You gave me such a shock - when did you get back?"
"Just did," Yesung says, and his voice comes out slightly gritty. Ryeowook stares at him, before his eyes drop to Yesung's pants, belt hanging loose in the loops, and when he drags his eyes up to his face again there's a knowing smile playing about his lips.
"I'm practicing my yoga," he says coolly, settling himself back down on the mat.
"I can see that," Yesung replies, watching as Ryeowook spreads his legs out, toes pointing straight up before he bends over and holds his palms against the soles of his feet, stretching with seemingly no effort at all.
"When did you get so flexible?" Yesung asks, slowly divesting himself of his jeans, then pulling his shirt over his head; Ryeowook acts like he doesn’t notice Yesung stripping in front of him.
“Always have been,” he says, lifting his body back up and tipping his head upwards to finally look at Yesung. “I’ve always been flexible, hyung.”
“Yeah, I think you have,” Yesung says hoarsely, memories flooding his mind; memories of himself folding Ryeowook almost in two as he’s fucking him, of Ryeowook bending at near impossible angles in tight cramped spaces, Ryeowook hooking his legs around his neck as Yesung kisses the insides of his thighs and fucks him slowly into their bed. “Yeah, you’ve always been good at this.”
Ryeowook flips around so he’s in a kneeling position, looking up at Yesung through long lashes. “I’m practicing so I can be better,” he says. “Do you want to see?”
“That’s like asking a hungry man if he wants to eat,” Yesung jokes, and Ryeowook laughs, slender fingers at Yesung’s boxers and sliding them down.
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“So… what else can you do?” Yesung asks breathlessly, as he’s pressing slowly into Ryeowook, Ryeowook’s skin slick and wet and little whimpers pouring from his throat while Yesung licks a trail along his spine. Ryeowook’s arms are trembling from the effort of holding himself up against the mat and his eyes are squeezed shut, but they fly open when Yesung wraps an arm around him and hauls him up, pulling him flush against his chest, and Ryeowook bites down into the back of his hand to stifle a long moan at the feel of Yesung forcing him down onto his cock, pushing deep into him.
“Stop,” Ryeowook says, wriggling away from him. “Stop, stop.”
“What are you doing?” Yesung asks, but Ryeowook ignores him, arranging himself so he’s lying down on the mat, Yesung settled between his legs.
Only then does he look up at Yesung and say, “Didn’t you want me to show you what else I can do?”
Yesung grins and bends over him, hands on either side of his head as he lowers himself to kiss Ryeowook, and as he slides slickly back into him Ryeowook swings his legs up and holds on to his ankles, opening himself wider for Yesung.
“Fuck,” Yesung gasps out, tucking his head into the crook of Ryeowook’s neck as he feels Ryeowook swallowing him up, tight and rough and hot as fire, clenching around him and taking him deeper and deeper. “Fuck, okay, that’s good, Ryeowook, that’s very good.”
Ryeowook pulls his legs back more and lifts his hips slightly and begins rocking back and forth, pivoting his hips and fucking himself on Yesung, and Yesung fists the foam mat under his hands, counting numbers backwards in his head to distract himself and not just come right there and then. He’s not going to be able to hold back for long, not when Ryeowook feels so good, tight as a vise and clenching around him, rippling muscles that Yesung never even knew he had (is that part of his yoga practice too? his mind wonders dazedly), until in one swift movement Ryeowook locks his legs around his hips and swings them both over so that he’s straddling Yesung, looking down at him with a wicked gleam in his eyes and his tongue between his teeth.
“Ryeo- ?” Yesung begins, his voice cracking, but Ryeowook leans down, hands stroking patterns across Yesung’s chest, and presses kisses to his jawline up to his ear.
“Want to see the kind of control yoga taught me?” he whispers, and Yesung’s cock literally twitches inside Ryeowook at his words before he nods blindly. Ryeowook smiles against his cheek, lifting himself up off Yesung torturously slowly, before sinking back down at the same excruciating pace, and it’s all Yesung can do to sink his fingers into the soft skin of Ryeowook’s hips as he allows Ryeowook to fuck him as he wishes. Ryeowook’s nails are clawing into his abdomen and he’s breathing soft little moans against Yesung’s neck, growing louder as he begins moving faster, grinding down harder into Yesung, muscles in his legs taut and rigid as he wraps a hand around himself and strokes swiftly, head tossed back and cheeks dark pink.
Yesung comes first, releasing into Ryeowook with a gasp, because he just can’t hold it anymore, and as Ryeowook continues to ride him he wraps his hand over Ryeowook’s own delicate one and pumps him, strokes him hard, until he’s coming as well, crying Yesung’s name in a quick rush of words, before he slumps down on him, breathing heavily.
Yesung’s still kissing Ryeowook lazily when he pulls away and gets off him, picking up his discarded exercise clothing and wiping them both down before tossing the clothes aside and nudging at Yesung to get off the yoga mat.
“What are you up to now?” Yesung asks in amusement, getting up and reaching out to pick up his own clothes, as Ryeowook folds himself cross-legged on the mat.
Ryeowook arches an eyebrow at him. “Want to see how naked yoga looks, since you seem to like the clothed type so much?” he says, and Yesung immediately stops dressing himself, dropping his shirt to the floor.
A/N: Sobbing I am sorry for the fail. I can't even write details out explicitly anymore, it seems. *runs back to PG-13 (so far, at least) historical!AU*
EH: Recently our Ryeowook is in the dorm learning some form of yoga. Now he really wants to dance properly, & also build up his body, also for the 4jib, he’s working really hard to build up.
ET: Hmmm 4jib…
thundersquall: OMFG
OMFG
RYEOWOOK DOING YOGA
WHY IS NO ONE WRITING YOGA!PORN FOR THIS
... And so this was born. Not crossposted, because it quite frankly sucks, and it's just meant to satisfy my own need for YeWook porn. FML, WHY DOESN'T ANYONE WRITE ME YOGA!PORN?! Imagine the possibilities, guys, Yesung sitting on his bed watching openmouthed as Ryeowook contorts his tiny flexible little body into all sorts of sexual-looking positions. I almost feel sorry for the poor tortured man. D:
___
When Ryeowook announces to the group that he's picking up yoga to help with his flexibility and improve his dancing, in preparation for their 4th album, Yesung doesn't think much of it at first. He's used to Ryeowook trying hard, working hard, and ever since his Insomnia solo, Ryeowook's been talking his ear off about how he wants to work on his dancing.
He only realises that he doesn't exactly know that much about yoga when he comes back to the dorm after lunch at his parents' restaurant one day, to find Ryeowook in their bedroom, on a yoga mat, body contorted into a backbend that looks incredibly painful to Yesung. He's about to call out to Ryeowook, to hurry over and pull him out of that odd position, when Ryeowook unfolds himself gracefully and stands on tiptoe before bending over, palms flat on the ground. His jogging bottoms pull taut against his legs and ass, and as Yesung watches Ryeowook spreads his legs, and it's enough to make Yesung forget about the possible pain it may be causing Ryeowook.
He walks up to Ryeowook quietly, unbuckling his belt as he goes, watching as Ryeowook stands up straight again. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is damp with sweat, but other than slightly heavier breathing, he doesn't seem to be under any exertion at all, and as he turns Yesung reaches out and pulls at him, fingers already dipping into the elastic waistband of his jogging pants. Ryeowook's eyes snap wide open, his hand grabbing Yesung's and flinging it away before he steps back, looking wildly up at him. "Hyung!" he says, frowning. "You gave me such a shock - when did you get back?"
"Just did," Yesung says, and his voice comes out slightly gritty. Ryeowook stares at him, before his eyes drop to Yesung's pants, belt hanging loose in the loops, and when he drags his eyes up to his face again there's a knowing smile playing about his lips.
"I'm practicing my yoga," he says coolly, settling himself back down on the mat.
"I can see that," Yesung replies, watching as Ryeowook spreads his legs out, toes pointing straight up before he bends over and holds his palms against the soles of his feet, stretching with seemingly no effort at all.
"When did you get so flexible?" Yesung asks, slowly divesting himself of his jeans, then pulling his shirt over his head; Ryeowook acts like he doesn’t notice Yesung stripping in front of him.
“Always have been,” he says, lifting his body back up and tipping his head upwards to finally look at Yesung. “I’ve always been flexible, hyung.”
“Yeah, I think you have,” Yesung says hoarsely, memories flooding his mind; memories of himself folding Ryeowook almost in two as he’s fucking him, of Ryeowook bending at near impossible angles in tight cramped spaces, Ryeowook hooking his legs around his neck as Yesung kisses the insides of his thighs and fucks him slowly into their bed. “Yeah, you’ve always been good at this.”
Ryeowook flips around so he’s in a kneeling position, looking up at Yesung through long lashes. “I’m practicing so I can be better,” he says. “Do you want to see?”
“That’s like asking a hungry man if he wants to eat,” Yesung jokes, and Ryeowook laughs, slender fingers at Yesung’s boxers and sliding them down.
___
“So… what else can you do?” Yesung asks breathlessly, as he’s pressing slowly into Ryeowook, Ryeowook’s skin slick and wet and little whimpers pouring from his throat while Yesung licks a trail along his spine. Ryeowook’s arms are trembling from the effort of holding himself up against the mat and his eyes are squeezed shut, but they fly open when Yesung wraps an arm around him and hauls him up, pulling him flush against his chest, and Ryeowook bites down into the back of his hand to stifle a long moan at the feel of Yesung forcing him down onto his cock, pushing deep into him.
“Stop,” Ryeowook says, wriggling away from him. “Stop, stop.”
“What are you doing?” Yesung asks, but Ryeowook ignores him, arranging himself so he’s lying down on the mat, Yesung settled between his legs.
Only then does he look up at Yesung and say, “Didn’t you want me to show you what else I can do?”
Yesung grins and bends over him, hands on either side of his head as he lowers himself to kiss Ryeowook, and as he slides slickly back into him Ryeowook swings his legs up and holds on to his ankles, opening himself wider for Yesung.
“Fuck,” Yesung gasps out, tucking his head into the crook of Ryeowook’s neck as he feels Ryeowook swallowing him up, tight and rough and hot as fire, clenching around him and taking him deeper and deeper. “Fuck, okay, that’s good, Ryeowook, that’s very good.”
Ryeowook pulls his legs back more and lifts his hips slightly and begins rocking back and forth, pivoting his hips and fucking himself on Yesung, and Yesung fists the foam mat under his hands, counting numbers backwards in his head to distract himself and not just come right there and then. He’s not going to be able to hold back for long, not when Ryeowook feels so good, tight as a vise and clenching around him, rippling muscles that Yesung never even knew he had (is that part of his yoga practice too? his mind wonders dazedly), until in one swift movement Ryeowook locks his legs around his hips and swings them both over so that he’s straddling Yesung, looking down at him with a wicked gleam in his eyes and his tongue between his teeth.
“Ryeo- ?” Yesung begins, his voice cracking, but Ryeowook leans down, hands stroking patterns across Yesung’s chest, and presses kisses to his jawline up to his ear.
“Want to see the kind of control yoga taught me?” he whispers, and Yesung’s cock literally twitches inside Ryeowook at his words before he nods blindly. Ryeowook smiles against his cheek, lifting himself up off Yesung torturously slowly, before sinking back down at the same excruciating pace, and it’s all Yesung can do to sink his fingers into the soft skin of Ryeowook’s hips as he allows Ryeowook to fuck him as he wishes. Ryeowook’s nails are clawing into his abdomen and he’s breathing soft little moans against Yesung’s neck, growing louder as he begins moving faster, grinding down harder into Yesung, muscles in his legs taut and rigid as he wraps a hand around himself and strokes swiftly, head tossed back and cheeks dark pink.
Yesung comes first, releasing into Ryeowook with a gasp, because he just can’t hold it anymore, and as Ryeowook continues to ride him he wraps his hand over Ryeowook’s own delicate one and pumps him, strokes him hard, until he’s coming as well, crying Yesung’s name in a quick rush of words, before he slumps down on him, breathing heavily.
Yesung’s still kissing Ryeowook lazily when he pulls away and gets off him, picking up his discarded exercise clothing and wiping them both down before tossing the clothes aside and nudging at Yesung to get off the yoga mat.
“What are you up to now?” Yesung asks in amusement, getting up and reaching out to pick up his own clothes, as Ryeowook folds himself cross-legged on the mat.
Ryeowook arches an eyebrow at him. “Want to see how naked yoga looks, since you seem to like the clothed type so much?” he says, and Yesung immediately stops dressing himself, dropping his shirt to the floor.
A/N: Sobbing I am sorry for the fail. I can't even write details out explicitly anymore, it seems. *runs back to PG-13 (so far, at least) historical!AU*