→ When the Late Bell Rings
Date Finished: 07.27.2009
Title: When the Late Bell Rings
Genre: Romance + Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Yesung
Summary: Dormschool!AU. Kyuhyun decides to test his new tongue piercing.
A/N: Well, I had been planning to write this for awhile. And the inspiration struck me. So here you go :D
This doesn’t really have much of a plot. For once. So hooray for PWP! It’s a bit long though (to me anyway).
To say that Yesung enjoyed being grabbed at random wasn’t exactly correct. Especially if it was followed by him being dragged somewhere unwillingly.
The next thing he knew he was in a room he knew well. Kyuhyun’s room. He turned his head to face the other boy who was grinning at him smugly as he hovered close to him. He narrowed his eyes into an irritated glare.
“What do you want, Kyuhyun? I have classes now.” He asked, tone annoyed. Kyuhyun didn’t give him a verbal answer of any kind, only moving to latch onto his neck, lathing kisses all over the pale skin.
Yesung rolled his eyes, pushing Kyuhyun off him. “You’re insatiable. I have classes, and you, Cho Kyuhyun, can bear to wait an hour or two until the end of classes.”
He started to turn and walk away, but his wrists were pinned to the wall before he could, along with the rest of his body trapped by the other boy’s long arms and torso.
“Mm, I don’t think I can…”
He glared at Kyuhyun again, who only replied to him with a smirk of a smile curving up his pretty lips.
“Fuck, let me go! I’m not going to fail because you can’t last a few hours without sex, damnit!” He turned his face away as Kyuhyun’s face leered closer, cheeks flushing in his impatience. Kyuhyun went back to biting and sucking at his necks, leaving little red marks high on the pale column of his neck. Yesung wasn’t amused.
“Kyuhyun, I swear if you don’t let me go, I will fucking scream rape-“ At that, Kyuhyun took the opportunity to shut his hyung up in a bruising liplock, Yesung still trying to squirm away as he pressed his lips tightly shut. The younger one bit his lip sharply, earning an indignant sound of anger as he forced his tongue past the older boy’s lips.
Yesung refused to cooperate, not reciprocating in any way, and now, Kyuhyun was starting to get impatient. He rolled his tongue across the older boy’s, relishing in the gasp it resulted in.
Yesung pulled away after the cold sensation had slid across his tongue, something cold and metal. His bruised red lips were parted in surprise, Kyuhyun could see, even from his place in the crook of his neck.
“What’s in your mouth, Kyuhyun?” he asked. Kyuhyun’s answer was once more a smirk of a grin and his lips were clasped onto his again, tongue swiping in between his rosy mouth and there, again! Something hard and cold dragged over his lips teasingly. Yesung pushed Kyuhyun away from him again.
“Answer me.” He demanded, glaring hard at his boyfriend. Kyuhyun laughed low into his neck, flicking his tongue out in a teasing lick onto the bite-marred skin there. Yesung shuddered at the wet cold on his neck, eyes fluttering before he returned to throwing Kyuhyun a demanding look. But the lust was there, and Kyuhyun saw it.
“You don’t like it?” he teased. Yesung smacked his arm.
“No, tell me. I have to get to class.” He snapped. Kyuhyun had to hold back a laugh. So he still thought he was going to get off easy? Not a chance.
His smirk grew wider before he stuck his tongue out impishly, and rolling the little silver ball over his lips as he licked them. Yesung stared.
“You got your tongue pierced?” he asked incredulously. Kyuhyun pressed his lips to the corner of Yesung’s mouth, hands holding his hips firmly. Yesung tried to squirm out of the taller boy’s grasp.
“Why?” Kyuhyun blinked. Oh yes, the piercing. His grin returned and he continued his ministrations on his upperclassman’s neck, biting sharply when Yesung tried to twist away again, making him stiffen and freeze in his grasp, as he held back a gasp and his hands pressed against Kyuhyun’s chest, pushing him away unsuccessfully.
“Stop that…!” Kyuhyun didn’t answer.
His hands continued to wander up his chest, creeping his fingers underneath the fabric of his uniform top. His slender fingers dragged up the skin, fingernails pressing gently into his sensitive. He could see Yesung’s hands clenching into small fists as he bit his lips and kept his head turned away from Kyuhyun.
His eyes clenched closed as well, as he remained perfectly still. He was still resisting, Kyuhyun observed with amusement, from the way he was pressing himself against the wall so fervently.
Well, better for him. At least he wasn’t going anywhere. He nibbled on his earlobe as his fingers deftly unbuttoned the front of Yesung’s uniform jacket, and the shirt underneath as well, pulling the garment open enough that he could rake the tips of his fingers over the smooth chest as he littered bites all over his collarbone.
“Stop it, Kyuhyun…I have to get to class!” Yesung whined in a rasping voice. He lifted a foot to push Kyuhyun away, since his arms were disabled at the moment, but he hadn’t thought that the younger boy would just use that to his own advantage, his slender fingers pulling his shoes off and curling around his ankles to pull his hips closer, hooking his leg onto his hip. Yesung immediately retracted his legs, flushing red in the cheeks as he turned his face away as Kyuhyun planted a kiss to the corner of his eye.
“You can miss one class…you can always ask me to help you with Geometry later.” He murmured next to his ear while smirking against the side of his cheek. Yesung opened his eyes halfway, with a glare that wasn’t as threatening as before. Perhaps it was the haze in his eyes…
Yesung pushed Kyuhyun’s face away from his. “Liar…you’ll just end up molesting me, you sex-addict..I’m better off asking Shiwon for help…”
Kyuhyun’s fingers pinched his nipple painfully with his other fingers digging into his skin, making Yesung cry out quietly as he bit his lip to hold back the sound. His other hand gripped his hip possessively.
“I don’t like him…” A shaky grin seemed to grow onto Yesung’s face.
“Jealous much..?” Kyuhyun smirked at that statement, twisting his lover’s nipple and smirking wider when he had to suck in an audible breath of air to bite his bottom lip to stifle most of what would have been a whimper, but came out as a tiny high-pitched sound of sorts.
“I prefer the term possessive, thanks.” He answered, making Yesung laugh breathily.
“I’m not going to class, am I?” he asked with a trembling voice, still laughing as Kyuhyun started to lathe his chest and his stomach with sucking and biting kisses, causing his laughs to become airy moans. The younger boy smiled against his flat stomach, looking up at him with dark eyes.
“Just figured that out?” he replied, tongue flicking out and dipping into Yesung’s navel, the silver ball in his tongue pressing against his heated skin. The older gasped at the contrast of the cold metal on his flesh, fists unclenching only to replace them into Kyuhyun’s hair, pushing him down while blatantly ignoring the low laugh that resulted from the action.
He pushed the metal ball into his bellybutton again, rolling his tongue on the fired skin as Yesung moaned and arched onto him, breathless little sounds fluttering past his pretty mouth. When he pulled away from his milky skin, the older boy whimpered at the loss, small fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he pulled at it frantically.
“Eager, aren’t we?” he asked, his voice an octave lower as he took to sucking a mark onto his white chest, tongue swirling around a hard nipple, kissing the skin a breath away from it before biting it, causing a pleasured cry of pain from his lover. Lathing the underside of his tongue over the sensitive peak, he let the pointed bottom of his piercing drag over the skin as Yesung threw his head back in a choked gasp.
His fingers made to attending to his other nipple, pinching and tugging it in a heated torment. After a while, he decided he had abused that part of him long enough and he continued to ascend, kissing up the trail of love bites he had left before up to his face.
He kissed all over his face, purposely avoiding his lips as he only kissed the edge of his chin, the corners of his lips, the bridge of his nose, the tops of his cheekbones, the crease of his eyelids. A sound of disappointment came from the boy underneath him as he turned his face to clasp onto the other male’s lips, only to be denied once more.
“Kyun-ah~!” he whined impatiently, pulling Kyuhyun down by his black tie so he could crush his lips against his, lips moving hungrily against Kyuhyun’s smirking ones.
The taller male’s slender fingers made quick work of his belt as they fervently kissed, and finished with that, they slipping past the waistband of his uniform slacks to tease the skin at his hipbones, before sliding behind him and drawing light patterns on the skin of his lowermost back.
The feather touches made Yesung laugh breathily as he arched forward onto Kyuhyun. The other’s hands slipped his pants completely off his waist as he slowly brought them to his bed, pushing Yesung into the sheets and against the headboard. Once he was on the bed, Yesung wriggled all the way out of his pants and boxers, his toes curling at the air against his sensitized flesh.
Kyuhyun trapped him underneath his body, making him whimper as Kyuhyun’s clothed chest came into contact with his naked skin. His fingers shook as they came up clench the fabric of the taller boy’s uniform shirt, tugging at it until one, then two of the buttons broke. Kyuhyun swore under his breath, giving a sharp nip to Yesung’s ear, satisfied with the whimper that came after.
“Fuck…that was my best shirt…” Yesung didn’t seem to care, his closed-eyes smile parting his lips as he pulled harder, breaking another button as he licked slowly up his neck, Kyuhyun groaning as he pressed a kiss onto his pulse. His small hands fumbled with the rest of the shirt buttons until they opened and he slid his hands all over Kyuhyun’s chest and stomach, loving the feel of his skin running underneath his fingernails.
He felt Kyuhyun’s leg press painfully against his erection, the friction deliciously torturous as he curled his leg around Kyuhyun’s, the cloth of his pants dragging wonderfully rough against his arousal. He whimpered; why wasn’t there skin, he wanted to feel his bareness against him, not this fabric.
Tugging impatiently at the belt of Kyuhyun’s slacks, he undid with a messy grace, his delicate hand curling around the younger boy’s erection and stroking slow at first, causing a pleasure groan in him as he began to quicken his pace, his labored breathing heaving his chest above him until Kyuhyun grabbed his wrist tight, making him stop.
His other wrist was pinned to the bed against as the younger boy descended and he barely had time to catch his breath before a hot mouth took his arousal whole, tongue thrashing about his length, and oh, there was that silver metal cold against his heated erection. Swirling around him as the younger sucked hard on his length, making loud moans erupt from his throat. He thrust into his heated cavern, and Kyuhyun let go of his hands, only to hold his hips down against the white sheets.
The metal sphere was careening all over his erection and his hands wound into Kyuhyun’s hair, trying to force him to do it again, to go faster. Breathless needy whimpers and mewls flew past his lips, pleading.
“F-Faster..please, Kyuhyun-ah, faster…!” Kyuhyun obliged, his lips moving up and down on him until he was so close, so close that when Kyuhyun pressed that blasted piercing to his slit to stop him from coming, he nearly screamed at being denied release.
“Patience, darling~” he heard him whisper low and husky next to his ear, the panted words causing him to whimper and thrash his arms about. Kyuhyun left him for a few too-long seconds to discard the rest of his clothing, groaning as his pants brushed a little too hard against his harder arousal.
Pushing his fingers past Yesung’s lips, he didn’t wait too long for Yesung to get them sufficiently wet; he was always one for raw pleasure. Pulling the digits out of the older boy’s mouth almost as soon as he had put them in, he pushed two fingers at the same time into him, getting him a loud moan of ecstasy as Yesung spread his legs to hook one around his ankle, the other bent up around his hips.
Curling his fingers inside him, he pulled out before jamming them all the way in, Yesung moving to meet his fingers at every thrust, hands gripping desperately into his back. After several more thrusts, he added in a third finger, spreading them apart as he pressed into that place that had him gasping tremulously.
Yesung moaned appreciatively as Kyuhyun continued to stroke and rake at that spot inside him, pulling him close as he ravished his neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, sucking at his pulse harder and harder until Kyuhyun growled in the pain-mixed pleasure, and took his fingers out.
Yesung whimpered as he was left unattended to as Kyuhyun took to stroking his own hard arousal, slicking it up with the older boy’s precum as he groaned. Yesung turned away from the sight that was making him harder than he already was, and he made a small noise of want as his hands began to slide all over himself, nails scratching into his thighs as he touched himself and moaned.
The sight of Yesung twisting and squirming on the bed only turned Kyuhyun on even more, and he didn’t even bother to stifle the growl that was the only warning before he suddenly flew above Yesung, putting a hand to the back of his neck and ravished his lips, shoving his tongue into his throat as Yesung feverishly wound his arms around his neck, moaning when the steel piercing pressed cool against the roof of his mouth.
They pulled away, hot-breathed and panting and Yesung whimpered, pressing his red lips to the underside of Kyuhyun’s jaw. His hands scrambled to find Kyuhyun’s hands, guiding them around his waist, to the small of his back, and down to his hips.
“I want you…Kyuhyun-ah, I need you now..!” he breathed out against the end of his jaw, his balmy whispers caressing the younger boy’s face. His kisses were becoming urgent, and Kyuhyun let out a husky laugh into his neck.
“And to think…” he panted, “You were telling me to stop before…” He felt Yesung’s whining whimper as he pressed his cheek to his neck. The older boy’s shuddering words were an amusing threat.
“If you stop...I’ll fucking kill you..!” Kyuhyun smirked, his hands sliding over his hyung’s thighs before he gripped the underside of his knees, spreading his legs until he saw his weeping erection. He kissed the inside of his thighs, causing a tremor to shake his entire body as he continued up, kissing the crook of his hipbone, then the center of his chest, and then his nose.
“Relax…” his voice was slick, and low, and coarse, and before Yesung knew it, his hips were pulled upwards and onto the younger boy’s arousal, causing him to moan as loudly as his hoarse voice would let him. Kyuhyun groaned into his neck; Yesung’s heat was burning him, clenching so tightly around him as he cursed underneath his breath.
He didn’t wait until Yesung was used to him to pull out and slam back into him repeatedly. The older boy’s hands slipped from his shoulders to frantically reach for the bedsheets, his fingers gripping them so hard his knuckles turned white. He moaned out his name, legs wrapping tightly around Kyuhyun’s hips as the other pounded into him harder with each thrust. He squirmed underneath him until he struck that spot again, white stars exploding lights in his vision.
He was so close, and when Kyuhyun grasped for his throbbing erection, jerking it as he thrust into him in the same fast, hard pace, he screamed breathily, gripping Kyuhyun’s arms until the marks his fingernails made left mottled red and purple crescents on his pale skin.
“K-Kyuhyun-ah..I-I..!” He wasn’t able to finish as Kyuhyun bit the junction of his neck and shoulder, growling as Yesung let a pleasured scream tear its way out from his throat, his hands gripping painfully into Kyuhyun’s shoulder blades, releasing white hot streams into his lover’s hand.
He clenched around Kyuhyun’s arousal, and Kyuhyun moaned, pulling Yesung closer to him as he thrust one last time before coming inside him, groaning his name into his collarbone as he pulled out and collapsed on top of the older boy.
They both lay, breathing hard for a long time as they slowly started to recover from the fall of their high. It was only when the bell for the next period rang loud and clear that Yesung shot up, his expression white.
“Holy fuck, I’m going to be late for 6th period!” He shot out of the bed, holding down the embarrassed blush that stained his cheeks when he fell down and almost face-planted onto the wooden floor. He grabbed whatever clothes he thought was his, only realizing he had slipped on Kyuhyun’s shirt when he found several buttons were missing.
Ignoring Kyuhyun’s amused eyes behind him, he pulled on his uniform jacket and made his difficult running trek to class, running his hands through his mussed hair and glancing at a window to see that his eyeliner hadn’t smeared. Still, when he showed up to class, he could feel the stares of his classmates on his disheveled state, biting on his still sore and red lips.
Somewhere across the room, he caught the eye of several of his friends, Shiwon who looked a tad bit alarmed, Heechul who looked too amused for his own good, and Seunghyun, who simply raised an eyebrow in his direction, which he answered with a pleading “I’ll-tell-you-later” look.
“Yesung! Why are you late? And why do you look like you just rolled out of bed?” the teacher, Ms. Ji-won, asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked over him briefly with an expectant look in her eyes.
Yesung’s mind was swimming with different excuses (”I fell down the stairs.” “I forgot that this was 6th period.” “I fell asleep in study hall.”) when Kyuhyun walked in, spotless and fixing his tie to perfection.
“Kyuhyun, you’re late too. But unlike Yesung here, you don’t look you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” She commented. “Perhaps you know why the both of you are late to my class.”
Yesung had the urge to strangle Kyuhyun and stuff his body into a closet when he smiled, white and pretty like Yesung was sure his dead body would be when he stuffed him into the broom closet downstairs. He felt a hand subtly grope his ass before he stiffened and threw a venomous glare in Kyuhyun’s direction when he almost staggered over, his knees buckling before he caught himself.
“I was helping Yesung catch up with the Geometry lesson, and time escaped us. I hope you don’t mind too much.” He said, so convincing that a thundering cloud was literally visible over Yesung’s head as he thought of ways to have his revenge later.
Ms. Ji-won didn’t look too convinced, but she just sighed and nodded.
“That’s fine, just make sure it doesn’t happen again.” She said, waving them off to their desks with a flick of her pen. Yesung was glad that his desk was near the front as he slid into his seat next to Seunghyun, glaring at Kyuhyun as he smirked at him from across the classroom.
Stupid sex-addicted jerk…
Title: When the Late Bell Rings
Genre: Romance + Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Yesung
Summary: Dormschool!AU. Kyuhyun decides to test his new tongue piercing.
A/N: Well, I had been planning to write this for awhile. And the inspiration struck me. So here you go :D
This doesn’t really have much of a plot. For once. So hooray for PWP! It’s a bit long though (to me anyway).
To say that Yesung enjoyed being grabbed at random wasn’t exactly correct. Especially if it was followed by him being dragged somewhere unwillingly.
The next thing he knew he was in a room he knew well. Kyuhyun’s room. He turned his head to face the other boy who was grinning at him smugly as he hovered close to him. He narrowed his eyes into an irritated glare.
“What do you want, Kyuhyun? I have classes now.” He asked, tone annoyed. Kyuhyun didn’t give him a verbal answer of any kind, only moving to latch onto his neck, lathing kisses all over the pale skin.
Yesung rolled his eyes, pushing Kyuhyun off him. “You’re insatiable. I have classes, and you, Cho Kyuhyun, can bear to wait an hour or two until the end of classes.”
He started to turn and walk away, but his wrists were pinned to the wall before he could, along with the rest of his body trapped by the other boy’s long arms and torso.
“Mm, I don’t think I can…”
He glared at Kyuhyun again, who only replied to him with a smirk of a smile curving up his pretty lips.
“Fuck, let me go! I’m not going to fail because you can’t last a few hours without sex, damnit!” He turned his face away as Kyuhyun’s face leered closer, cheeks flushing in his impatience. Kyuhyun went back to biting and sucking at his necks, leaving little red marks high on the pale column of his neck. Yesung wasn’t amused.
“Kyuhyun, I swear if you don’t let me go, I will fucking scream rape-“ At that, Kyuhyun took the opportunity to shut his hyung up in a bruising liplock, Yesung still trying to squirm away as he pressed his lips tightly shut. The younger one bit his lip sharply, earning an indignant sound of anger as he forced his tongue past the older boy’s lips.
Yesung refused to cooperate, not reciprocating in any way, and now, Kyuhyun was starting to get impatient. He rolled his tongue across the older boy’s, relishing in the gasp it resulted in.
Yesung pulled away after the cold sensation had slid across his tongue, something cold and metal. His bruised red lips were parted in surprise, Kyuhyun could see, even from his place in the crook of his neck.
“What’s in your mouth, Kyuhyun?” he asked. Kyuhyun’s answer was once more a smirk of a grin and his lips were clasped onto his again, tongue swiping in between his rosy mouth and there, again! Something hard and cold dragged over his lips teasingly. Yesung pushed Kyuhyun away from him again.
“Answer me.” He demanded, glaring hard at his boyfriend. Kyuhyun laughed low into his neck, flicking his tongue out in a teasing lick onto the bite-marred skin there. Yesung shuddered at the wet cold on his neck, eyes fluttering before he returned to throwing Kyuhyun a demanding look. But the lust was there, and Kyuhyun saw it.
“You don’t like it?” he teased. Yesung smacked his arm.
“No, tell me. I have to get to class.” He snapped. Kyuhyun had to hold back a laugh. So he still thought he was going to get off easy? Not a chance.
His smirk grew wider before he stuck his tongue out impishly, and rolling the little silver ball over his lips as he licked them. Yesung stared.
“You got your tongue pierced?” he asked incredulously. Kyuhyun pressed his lips to the corner of Yesung’s mouth, hands holding his hips firmly. Yesung tried to squirm out of the taller boy’s grasp.
“Why?” Kyuhyun blinked. Oh yes, the piercing. His grin returned and he continued his ministrations on his upperclassman’s neck, biting sharply when Yesung tried to twist away again, making him stiffen and freeze in his grasp, as he held back a gasp and his hands pressed against Kyuhyun’s chest, pushing him away unsuccessfully.
“Stop that…!” Kyuhyun didn’t answer.
His hands continued to wander up his chest, creeping his fingers underneath the fabric of his uniform top. His slender fingers dragged up the skin, fingernails pressing gently into his sensitive. He could see Yesung’s hands clenching into small fists as he bit his lips and kept his head turned away from Kyuhyun.
His eyes clenched closed as well, as he remained perfectly still. He was still resisting, Kyuhyun observed with amusement, from the way he was pressing himself against the wall so fervently.
Well, better for him. At least he wasn’t going anywhere. He nibbled on his earlobe as his fingers deftly unbuttoned the front of Yesung’s uniform jacket, and the shirt underneath as well, pulling the garment open enough that he could rake the tips of his fingers over the smooth chest as he littered bites all over his collarbone.
“Stop it, Kyuhyun…I have to get to class!” Yesung whined in a rasping voice. He lifted a foot to push Kyuhyun away, since his arms were disabled at the moment, but he hadn’t thought that the younger boy would just use that to his own advantage, his slender fingers pulling his shoes off and curling around his ankles to pull his hips closer, hooking his leg onto his hip. Yesung immediately retracted his legs, flushing red in the cheeks as he turned his face away as Kyuhyun planted a kiss to the corner of his eye.
“You can miss one class…you can always ask me to help you with Geometry later.” He murmured next to his ear while smirking against the side of his cheek. Yesung opened his eyes halfway, with a glare that wasn’t as threatening as before. Perhaps it was the haze in his eyes…
Yesung pushed Kyuhyun’s face away from his. “Liar…you’ll just end up molesting me, you sex-addict..I’m better off asking Shiwon for help…”
Kyuhyun’s fingers pinched his nipple painfully with his other fingers digging into his skin, making Yesung cry out quietly as he bit his lip to hold back the sound. His other hand gripped his hip possessively.
“I don’t like him…” A shaky grin seemed to grow onto Yesung’s face.
“Jealous much..?” Kyuhyun smirked at that statement, twisting his lover’s nipple and smirking wider when he had to suck in an audible breath of air to bite his bottom lip to stifle most of what would have been a whimper, but came out as a tiny high-pitched sound of sorts.
“I prefer the term possessive, thanks.” He answered, making Yesung laugh breathily.
“I’m not going to class, am I?” he asked with a trembling voice, still laughing as Kyuhyun started to lathe his chest and his stomach with sucking and biting kisses, causing his laughs to become airy moans. The younger boy smiled against his flat stomach, looking up at him with dark eyes.
“Just figured that out?” he replied, tongue flicking out and dipping into Yesung’s navel, the silver ball in his tongue pressing against his heated skin. The older gasped at the contrast of the cold metal on his flesh, fists unclenching only to replace them into Kyuhyun’s hair, pushing him down while blatantly ignoring the low laugh that resulted from the action.
He pushed the metal ball into his bellybutton again, rolling his tongue on the fired skin as Yesung moaned and arched onto him, breathless little sounds fluttering past his pretty mouth. When he pulled away from his milky skin, the older boy whimpered at the loss, small fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he pulled at it frantically.
“Eager, aren’t we?” he asked, his voice an octave lower as he took to sucking a mark onto his white chest, tongue swirling around a hard nipple, kissing the skin a breath away from it before biting it, causing a pleasured cry of pain from his lover. Lathing the underside of his tongue over the sensitive peak, he let the pointed bottom of his piercing drag over the skin as Yesung threw his head back in a choked gasp.
His fingers made to attending to his other nipple, pinching and tugging it in a heated torment. After a while, he decided he had abused that part of him long enough and he continued to ascend, kissing up the trail of love bites he had left before up to his face.
He kissed all over his face, purposely avoiding his lips as he only kissed the edge of his chin, the corners of his lips, the bridge of his nose, the tops of his cheekbones, the crease of his eyelids. A sound of disappointment came from the boy underneath him as he turned his face to clasp onto the other male’s lips, only to be denied once more.
“Kyun-ah~!” he whined impatiently, pulling Kyuhyun down by his black tie so he could crush his lips against his, lips moving hungrily against Kyuhyun’s smirking ones.
The taller male’s slender fingers made quick work of his belt as they fervently kissed, and finished with that, they slipping past the waistband of his uniform slacks to tease the skin at his hipbones, before sliding behind him and drawing light patterns on the skin of his lowermost back.
The feather touches made Yesung laugh breathily as he arched forward onto Kyuhyun. The other’s hands slipped his pants completely off his waist as he slowly brought them to his bed, pushing Yesung into the sheets and against the headboard. Once he was on the bed, Yesung wriggled all the way out of his pants and boxers, his toes curling at the air against his sensitized flesh.
Kyuhyun trapped him underneath his body, making him whimper as Kyuhyun’s clothed chest came into contact with his naked skin. His fingers shook as they came up clench the fabric of the taller boy’s uniform shirt, tugging at it until one, then two of the buttons broke. Kyuhyun swore under his breath, giving a sharp nip to Yesung’s ear, satisfied with the whimper that came after.
“Fuck…that was my best shirt…” Yesung didn’t seem to care, his closed-eyes smile parting his lips as he pulled harder, breaking another button as he licked slowly up his neck, Kyuhyun groaning as he pressed a kiss onto his pulse. His small hands fumbled with the rest of the shirt buttons until they opened and he slid his hands all over Kyuhyun’s chest and stomach, loving the feel of his skin running underneath his fingernails.
He felt Kyuhyun’s leg press painfully against his erection, the friction deliciously torturous as he curled his leg around Kyuhyun’s, the cloth of his pants dragging wonderfully rough against his arousal. He whimpered; why wasn’t there skin, he wanted to feel his bareness against him, not this fabric.
Tugging impatiently at the belt of Kyuhyun’s slacks, he undid with a messy grace, his delicate hand curling around the younger boy’s erection and stroking slow at first, causing a pleasure groan in him as he began to quicken his pace, his labored breathing heaving his chest above him until Kyuhyun grabbed his wrist tight, making him stop.
His other wrist was pinned to the bed against as the younger boy descended and he barely had time to catch his breath before a hot mouth took his arousal whole, tongue thrashing about his length, and oh, there was that silver metal cold against his heated erection. Swirling around him as the younger sucked hard on his length, making loud moans erupt from his throat. He thrust into his heated cavern, and Kyuhyun let go of his hands, only to hold his hips down against the white sheets.
The metal sphere was careening all over his erection and his hands wound into Kyuhyun’s hair, trying to force him to do it again, to go faster. Breathless needy whimpers and mewls flew past his lips, pleading.
“F-Faster..please, Kyuhyun-ah, faster…!” Kyuhyun obliged, his lips moving up and down on him until he was so close, so close that when Kyuhyun pressed that blasted piercing to his slit to stop him from coming, he nearly screamed at being denied release.
“Patience, darling~” he heard him whisper low and husky next to his ear, the panted words causing him to whimper and thrash his arms about. Kyuhyun left him for a few too-long seconds to discard the rest of his clothing, groaning as his pants brushed a little too hard against his harder arousal.
Pushing his fingers past Yesung’s lips, he didn’t wait too long for Yesung to get them sufficiently wet; he was always one for raw pleasure. Pulling the digits out of the older boy’s mouth almost as soon as he had put them in, he pushed two fingers at the same time into him, getting him a loud moan of ecstasy as Yesung spread his legs to hook one around his ankle, the other bent up around his hips.
Curling his fingers inside him, he pulled out before jamming them all the way in, Yesung moving to meet his fingers at every thrust, hands gripping desperately into his back. After several more thrusts, he added in a third finger, spreading them apart as he pressed into that place that had him gasping tremulously.
Yesung moaned appreciatively as Kyuhyun continued to stroke and rake at that spot inside him, pulling him close as he ravished his neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, sucking at his pulse harder and harder until Kyuhyun growled in the pain-mixed pleasure, and took his fingers out.
Yesung whimpered as he was left unattended to as Kyuhyun took to stroking his own hard arousal, slicking it up with the older boy’s precum as he groaned. Yesung turned away from the sight that was making him harder than he already was, and he made a small noise of want as his hands began to slide all over himself, nails scratching into his thighs as he touched himself and moaned.
The sight of Yesung twisting and squirming on the bed only turned Kyuhyun on even more, and he didn’t even bother to stifle the growl that was the only warning before he suddenly flew above Yesung, putting a hand to the back of his neck and ravished his lips, shoving his tongue into his throat as Yesung feverishly wound his arms around his neck, moaning when the steel piercing pressed cool against the roof of his mouth.
They pulled away, hot-breathed and panting and Yesung whimpered, pressing his red lips to the underside of Kyuhyun’s jaw. His hands scrambled to find Kyuhyun’s hands, guiding them around his waist, to the small of his back, and down to his hips.
“I want you…Kyuhyun-ah, I need you now..!” he breathed out against the end of his jaw, his balmy whispers caressing the younger boy’s face. His kisses were becoming urgent, and Kyuhyun let out a husky laugh into his neck.
“And to think…” he panted, “You were telling me to stop before…” He felt Yesung’s whining whimper as he pressed his cheek to his neck. The older boy’s shuddering words were an amusing threat.
“If you stop...I’ll fucking kill you..!” Kyuhyun smirked, his hands sliding over his hyung’s thighs before he gripped the underside of his knees, spreading his legs until he saw his weeping erection. He kissed the inside of his thighs, causing a tremor to shake his entire body as he continued up, kissing the crook of his hipbone, then the center of his chest, and then his nose.
“Relax…” his voice was slick, and low, and coarse, and before Yesung knew it, his hips were pulled upwards and onto the younger boy’s arousal, causing him to moan as loudly as his hoarse voice would let him. Kyuhyun groaned into his neck; Yesung’s heat was burning him, clenching so tightly around him as he cursed underneath his breath.
He didn’t wait until Yesung was used to him to pull out and slam back into him repeatedly. The older boy’s hands slipped from his shoulders to frantically reach for the bedsheets, his fingers gripping them so hard his knuckles turned white. He moaned out his name, legs wrapping tightly around Kyuhyun’s hips as the other pounded into him harder with each thrust. He squirmed underneath him until he struck that spot again, white stars exploding lights in his vision.
He was so close, and when Kyuhyun grasped for his throbbing erection, jerking it as he thrust into him in the same fast, hard pace, he screamed breathily, gripping Kyuhyun’s arms until the marks his fingernails made left mottled red and purple crescents on his pale skin.
“K-Kyuhyun-ah..I-I..!” He wasn’t able to finish as Kyuhyun bit the junction of his neck and shoulder, growling as Yesung let a pleasured scream tear its way out from his throat, his hands gripping painfully into Kyuhyun’s shoulder blades, releasing white hot streams into his lover’s hand.
He clenched around Kyuhyun’s arousal, and Kyuhyun moaned, pulling Yesung closer to him as he thrust one last time before coming inside him, groaning his name into his collarbone as he pulled out and collapsed on top of the older boy.
They both lay, breathing hard for a long time as they slowly started to recover from the fall of their high. It was only when the bell for the next period rang loud and clear that Yesung shot up, his expression white.
“Holy fuck, I’m going to be late for 6th period!” He shot out of the bed, holding down the embarrassed blush that stained his cheeks when he fell down and almost face-planted onto the wooden floor. He grabbed whatever clothes he thought was his, only realizing he had slipped on Kyuhyun’s shirt when he found several buttons were missing.
Ignoring Kyuhyun’s amused eyes behind him, he pulled on his uniform jacket and made his difficult running trek to class, running his hands through his mussed hair and glancing at a window to see that his eyeliner hadn’t smeared. Still, when he showed up to class, he could feel the stares of his classmates on his disheveled state, biting on his still sore and red lips.
Somewhere across the room, he caught the eye of several of his friends, Shiwon who looked a tad bit alarmed, Heechul who looked too amused for his own good, and Seunghyun, who simply raised an eyebrow in his direction, which he answered with a pleading “I’ll-tell-you-later” look.
“Yesung! Why are you late? And why do you look like you just rolled out of bed?” the teacher, Ms. Ji-won, asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked over him briefly with an expectant look in her eyes.
Yesung’s mind was swimming with different excuses (”I fell down the stairs.” “I forgot that this was 6th period.” “I fell asleep in study hall.”) when Kyuhyun walked in, spotless and fixing his tie to perfection.
“Kyuhyun, you’re late too. But unlike Yesung here, you don’t look you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” She commented. “Perhaps you know why the both of you are late to my class.”
Yesung had the urge to strangle Kyuhyun and stuff his body into a closet when he smiled, white and pretty like Yesung was sure his dead body would be when he stuffed him into the broom closet downstairs. He felt a hand subtly grope his ass before he stiffened and threw a venomous glare in Kyuhyun’s direction when he almost staggered over, his knees buckling before he caught himself.
“I was helping Yesung catch up with the Geometry lesson, and time escaped us. I hope you don’t mind too much.” He said, so convincing that a thundering cloud was literally visible over Yesung’s head as he thought of ways to have his revenge later.
Ms. Ji-won didn’t look too convinced, but she just sighed and nodded.
“That’s fine, just make sure it doesn’t happen again.” She said, waving them off to their desks with a flick of her pen. Yesung was glad that his desk was near the front as he slid into his seat next to Seunghyun, glaring at Kyuhyun as he smirked at him from across the classroom.
Stupid sex-addicted jerk…