Silk (Drabble)

[thundersquall]

"Hyung, please..." Ryeowook whispers, hands fisting in the material of Yesung's thin t-shirt, arching his back desperately to bring himself closer to Yesung's warm hand. It feels like liquid fire, what Yesung is doing to him there, and Ryeowook chokes back a sob. "Please, hyung, I need more..."

Yesung doesn't respond, simply moves his hand faster,

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[todefinebeauty]

I only have one more week of school and then I'll be free~ unfortunately until then I'm trying to restrict my online use .. sobbing :( I think I will have to get some chocopies, yum.

If your brain was frozen while you wrote that I can't imagine what you could come up with when your brain is at its full capacity for function :DD I'm seriously amazed at your frequent and lengthy fics, I know you've written quite a few since I've been properly online but I will definitely read them all once I get this course done with!

I'm sure others have memmed your fic before, but just haven't told you ;D but you're welcome! All 162 words deserved to be memmed and omg, I'm going to read it again now -

OKAY SERIOUSLY, this gives such wtf-sexy-YeWook visuals, because honestly, silk. SILK. Getting off in silk, through silk, in silk, whatever. THAT IS SO SENSUAL, REALLY. Can't you just imagine Ryeowook in dark silk pajamas that feel cool and liquid to the touch but warm up as Yesung curls his arms around him and over his body and Ryeowook would be all sleepy and soft in the silk but Yesung would be all, "oh god silk" (much like my mind is doing hoho) and he'd pull the slightly-too-big collar away from where it covers Ryeowook's neck and collarbones and start pressing slow kisses along the delicate bone and the column of Ryeowook's neck, groaning when he feels the slippery silk fall back against his cheek and Ryeowook would make this confused, sleepy sort of noise but when Yesung looks up, Ryeowook's eyes would be dark and glitter in the darkness and -

A;LKSJDFLKJSDF GAH HOW CAN I STUDY NOW, HOW?! I have a test tomorrow sobs and all I'll be thinking of is YeWook being all skin and silk and sexy a;lkjdsl;kjf THANKS D: (but also, secretly, :DDDDDDD)

[thundersquall]

PLEASE TO BE BLAMING SHIRYU FOR THE WHOLE SILK IDEA, OK, LET'S GO WORSHIP HER NOW.

AND HOLY SWEET SIWON KAI YOU KILLED ME, YOU KILLED ME, I AM DEAD AND GONE, OKAY. GOODBYE.

AND WRITE. THAT. THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. WHAT YOU JUST WROTE. WRITE. FIC. WHATEVER. I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE DYING DYING BRAIN IS MUSH.

ASL;FHASDKLHGKLSFAHJLKH'ASJGJA; *keysmashes into eternity*

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME KAI, GO. GO WRITE THAT, GO. I DEMAND. NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW SDL;AFKL;ASHGLH.

(On a calmer note, hot but such gorgeous visuals. Ryeowook - sleepy and soft. Yesung - feeling the curves and lines of Ryeowook's body through the liquid silk. Ryeowook - warm and flushed with sleep. Yesung - kissing him along his shoulder and neck. Ryeowook - wanting and needing and panting. Yesung - breathing hotly against Ryeowook, hand twisting and flexing over the silk against Ryeowook's soft skin.

OK I AM GOING TO STOP A:SLFLAHFLJDHJK WHAT ARE THE BOTH OF YOU DOING TO ME.)

[todefinebeauty]

IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE A CONSPIRACY TO KILL YOU WITH YEWOOK-SEXINESS-OVERLOAD BUT UNFORTUNATELY IT'S WORKING AGAINST ME AS IT SEEMS THAT IT'S AFFECTING ME AS WELL DDDDD:

GAH now I really do want to write some YeWook silky sexiness but gahhh, I need to study for this test ;alja;lskjdf OH SCHOOL, how inconvenient you are for my fangirling :( all those amazing images! "Yesung - breathing hotly against Ryeowook, hand twisting and flexing over the silk against Ryeowook's soft skin" do you have any idea of how perfect/sexy/hot that image is?!?! I'll be spacing out all class tomorrow, writing fic in my head ahhhhhh. Must... resist... the call of YeWook... *head explodes*

[shiryu_yugure]

SHEENA YOUR JOURNAL IS A DEATH TRAP FOR STUDENTS OKAY.

I HAS A SPANISH TEST TOMORROW. T_T AND YOU MELTED MY BRAIN. BOTH OF YOU. HERE'S MY VENGEANCE, TAKE MY SOUL YOU TWO, I'M DEAD.

(The heat of summer always seems to instill itself in Ryeowook even hours after the sun fades below the horizon, sharp bangs clinging to his forehead, the slight sheen of perspiration across his pale skin continuing across his chest beyond the collar in the dim glare from the streetlight outside, and Yesung can feel it radiating beyond the silk's sleek, cool exterior, can see it at the material clings to the younger boy like a second skin as Ryeowook writhes in his arms, arching back against his chest with a shuddering sigh, a flame across his front, dark eyes unseeing as he tucks his face against Yesung's neck, panting against his throat, whispering, "Yesung, Yesung, Yesung," over and over again.)

[thundersquall]

*tears out hair*

CONSPIRACY CONSPIRACY THIS IS A FUCKING CONSPIRACY WHY ARE THE TWO OF YOU DOING THIS TO ME I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG.

AND THE VISUALS OF THIS, OMFG, SWEATY RYEOWOOK AND SWEATY SILK AND BACK PRESSED TO YESUNG'S CHEST AND YESUNG IS DOING ONLY GOODNESS KNOWS WHAT TO HIM AND OMFG BRAIN IMPLODED BRB.

WHAT THE FUCK, WHY ARE BOTH OF YOU DOING THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS.

[todefinebeauty]

I - IF I WASN'T DEAD BEFORE FROM IMAGES OF YEWOOK AND SILK I CERTAINLY AM NOW BECAUSE YEWOOK + SILK + STICKY SUMMER HEAT = ALWIEJO;IJ;OIJGO;EAIJRTO;IEJAO;IJ

You write good revenge, GUH. JUST. I can just see it, see the sheen of sweat along Ryeowook's neck and the dip at the base of his throat and his chest exposed by the silk shirt that Yesung unbuttons but doesn't remove, letting the sliding silk stick damply to his skin and the light outside spilling over the smooth fabric that's twisted into sleek shapes over Ryeowook's shoulders as Yesung strokes his fingers, his hands over skin smooth as silk, silk clinging to skin, over and over again and Ryeowook panting against his throat AGH I HAVE TO STOP, I am dead dead dead and am ABSOLUTELY blaming you both if I write about two hot boys by the name of Ryeowook and Yesung on my Korean test oh the cruel, cruel irony D:

[thundersquall]

STOP, OMFG, STOP, THE IMAGERY, THE VISUALS, KAI, KHUE, BOTH OF YOU, PLEASE, NO.

THIS IS A FUCKING CONSPIRACY AND I KNOW IT.

SO TAKE THIS, BOTH OF YOU.

(Yesung mouths at Ryeowook's abdomen, and Ryeowook moans softly because he can feel it, feel the movement of lips and tongue and the slight wetness of Yesung's mouth seeping in through the silk of his shirt, and Yesung's hands are tracing lines down his spine that burn through the luxuriously soft material. He tangles his finers in Yesung's hair, tugging him closer, wanting that wondrous mouth against his feverish skin, but all he feels is the silk, slipping and sliding and cool to the touch except where Yesung's hands and mouth are, and the spots that Yesung is kissing is sticking to his skin and oh, the sensuous movements of Yesung over cool silk over hot skin is making Ryeowook pant Yesung's name over and over and over, without even really knowing what he's saying anymore.)

(PS: We should write this up and a series of drabbles and post this together. Seriously.)

[todefinebeauty]

DEAD.

I- I may be back and coherent after school tomorrow. God, I can't wait for this week to end. No more school = more time for writing yewook sexytimes YES? YES.

[thundersquall]

IT'S ALWAYS A YES TO YEWOOK SEXYTIMES, POOR BUGGERS DON'T GET ENOUGH HOT SMEXING.