The Perfect Sailor (Siwon/Eunhyuk)

[warmboys]

Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Siwon/Eunhyuk (et others ;D)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1957
Genre: Crack
Summary: Siwon makes Eunhyuk the victim of his naughty practices. (Ooh look I made a pun :D)

Written for kpopfickink; prompt was "bondage, Siwon using force to hold Eunhyuk down".

The Perfect Sailor

They’re filming on a yacht. Everyone is pretty excited about this, except for Siwon, because Siwon is filthy rich and already has a few of his own. In fact-he smiles at Eunhyuk-he collects them. Every day.

“Party pooper,” Heechul says.

Siwon gives him the diplomatic smile he saves for these occasions. It says, it’s not my fault my father owns one of the three major department store chains in Korea, or that it makes over $340 million in annual sales. What he actually says, though, is, “Aw, hyung, I’ll take you for a ride sometime.”

That shuts him up. Eunhyuk watches in wonder as Heechul spends the rest of the day currying favor with Mr. Perfect.

Everyone is excited, except for Siwon, and except for Eunhyuk, although it’s not because Eunhyuk is worried about accidentally losing balance on deck and plunging headfirst into the water or that he’s had bad experiences with, uh, gravity or anything. Or recurring nightmares about being thrown into a tank of sharks resembling Shindong (the big one) and Heechul (the one with really pointy teeth). Kang Ho Dong was the sea turtle that laughed at him from atop a large rock. Or would’ve been, had such nightmares existed, which they didn’t. Don’t.

“I think I’ll go back to the hotel and work out for a bit,” he says when Donghae asks if he wants to go check out the yacht with the rest of the guys.

What he actually does is retreat to their room for a nice long afternoon nap. Donghae probably won’t be back before dinnertime anyway.

It is a grave mistake.

He wakes up to a neck cramp and a strip of light that’s caught on his face through the blinds. A squinty look out the balcony window tells him he’s slept through most of the day, the sun retreating slowly in red and orange hues across the sky. It’s pretty. It’s also blinding him. He thinks he should get up, because taking a nap is basically the opposite of hitting the gym, and Donghae, somehow, will be able to sniff out the difference and inevitably find a way to make him feel guilty for simultaneously fabricating the lie and being a lazy bum. He raises an arm to shield his eyes from the light, except his arm isn’t budging, and suddenly he is aware that he hasn’t been able to feel his left leg for a while.

Both of his hands are tied to the bedpost.

He turns slowly, cinematically, horror-movie slow-motion, to find a giant hulk of man sitting on his calf with something akin to a look of concentration furrowing his brow.

“Uh, Siwon? What are you doing in my room?” And why am I attached to this bed and your knee?

“You left the keycard in the door. That’s dangerous, you know,” Siwon says through gritted teeth, and that’s when Eunhyuk notices the bit of rope caught between them, which is contributing to the general angry look painted over his face. He seems to be fiddling with one of Eunhyuk’s ankles. Eunhyuk has very ticklish feet.

“Heehee--What are you doing? Why am I-am I tied to my bed?”

Siwon stops fumbling with his toes. “Hyukjae, we’re shooting tomorrow. On a yacht. Did you know that 83% of yacht accidents can be traced back to improperly tied knots? Just because we’re idols doesn’t mean we should be irresponsible with our lives. I’m practicing right now, of course.”

They stare at each other for a good two seconds before it hits Eunhyuk. That’s it. Siwon is crazy. He should’ve known, no one could be that perfect. It was all a façade, waking up at 6 a.m. for his daily morning jog even amidst the most grueling of schedules; the gentlemanly hand gestures; the table etiquette. He probably doesn’t even collect yachts every day. Eunhyuk’s life is a convoluted web of lies.

That doesn’t explain why Siwon has to practice on him, of all people. Or things. Right. Why couldn’t he tie up objects instead? “Why are you doing this to me? I-I need to pee,” Eunhyuk lies.

Siwon gives him a look of exasperation he’s pretty sure he doesn’t deserve, given the circumstances. “Look, you were here when I came by to borrow a mug. Able and… willing. Er, I mean, asleep.” His face is thoughtful, almost gentle. “…And now I’m trying to master the Monkey’s Fist knot, so that we don’t all die tomorrow. Do you want me to bring you a bucket or something?”

“No!” Eunhyuk sinks further into the bed, which he didn’t think was possible. He considers his options. He could call for help, but he hasn’t heard anything from Heechul and Hankyung’s room next door, and late afternoon is when he usually has to plug cotton balls in his ears and conjure up images of loose grandma panties to block out the squeaking of bed springs and occasional open-mouthed Chinese swear. He practices selective amnesia on a regular basis.

Besides, even if he calls for help, who will believe that Siwon is holding him captive by tying him to his bed? There is no motive, nothing for him to gain through kidnapping Eunhyuk in his own hotel room, and God knows how it would look, Siwon crouching over his own thinner, helpless body, lying limply on the luxurious double bed, collarbone catching sunset residue...

He must’ve been drugged in his sleep, because there is no reason for his boxers to feel this tight at this moment.

His cock twitches in disagreement.

It is one thing to be tied to your bed by one of your bandmates for knot practice and another to be turned on by said practice. Eunhyuk wants very badly to believe he is still sleeping.

What he wants more, though, is for Siwon to untie his hands so that he may march honorably into the bathroom and use them to jerk himself off.

Grandma panties. Grandma panties. Soggy grandma panties.

Siwon is saying, “Hey, your big toe is really hairy and long… oh.”

Now Siwon is looking at his crotch.

“Look, man, I didn’t have time to, uh, do my thing this morning since Donghae just dragged me out of bed at six in the morning to watch the sunrise, and I don’t know if you’ve heard, but before you go around messing with other people’s feet, you should know that they’re a pretty common erogenous zone for men and women alike-“ He stops because Siwon seems to be palming him through his boxers, and suddenly it’s become hard to talk.

“Most guys fall asleep quickly after orgasming,” Siwon says, kneading his palm over Eunhyuk’s cock thoughtfully. “So all I have to do for you to become an obedient practice target again is to make you come.”

“No, that’s really unnecessary, Siwon, just untie me and I promise, Donghae’s coming back soon, you can practice on him instead,” Eunhyuk means to say, but it comes out sounding more like, “Fuck, unnngh” because just that instant Siwon’s decided to reach his large hand into the slit of his boxers and is now massaging up and down its length.

This isn’t right. “Could you, um, your hand is a little dry,” Eunhyuk suggests.

Siwon stops, much to Eunhyuk’s disappointment, and quirks an eyebrow. It’s soon followed by a grin as he raises his hand to his lips and licks a thick stripe up the palm.

“Better?”

Eunhyuk groans in reply.

Siwon’s hand is embarrassingly large even next to his cock, and he hasn’t trimmed his pubes in a while (he hasn’t had anyone to impress), and the last time Donghae mistook his dirty underwear for his own clean pair he’d complained of it smelling like beans… Eunhyuk tries not to think about these things as he arches his back to fuck into Siwon’s fist, but they worm their way into his brain anyway and are putting a damper on this free handjob.

Not that he’s ever had to pay for sex.

“You’re not any closer, are you?” Siwon asks. He’s now straddling him, noticeably sweatier than he was two minutes ago, prying at Eunhyuk’s toes. The observation sends a wave of pleasure through Eunhyuk, the idea that Choi Siwon is struggling with something that Lee Hyukjae excels at on a daily, sometimes multi-daily basis. Of course, it isn’t quite fair, as Choi Siwon has never had to excel at jerking Lee Hyukjae off before.

Before Eunhyuk can reply, Siwon’s maneuvered another hand up his shirt and taken to alternately fondling and licking his nipples.

“Fuck,” he says, because his body is responding of its own accord; his hips bucks instinctively as Siwon flicks his wrist and slides it down to his balls, cradling them lightly just before dragging his hand back up the shaft, embarrassingly sticky with precome. “Can you just, just take them off,” he murmurs. Siwon looks briefly startled from where he’s running a strip of tongue over a nipple.

“Boxers,” Eunhyuk explains weakly, because right now they’re the biggest barrier between his cock and Siwon’s mouth.

Siwon obliges, using the sticky hand to tug off the offending undergarment. There’s an awkward moment when his cock gets caught in the slit and Eunhyuk has to writhe around for a bit before it pops free, bouncing almost comically until Siwon holds it in place with his hand and rediscovers his rhythm.

It’s really good, Eunhyuk thinks, and instead of clamping his eyes shut and pretending this is all happening with a hot leggy girl, or even reliving Hyoyeon’s sloppy blowjobs from their trainee days, he’s staring wide-eyed at the dark head of hair bobbing over his chest, the hand clasped around his cock, right down to the curled pinky.

“Could you,” Eunhyuk manages through gasps. “With your-mouth.”

“What?” Siwon gets up suddenly. His lips are pink and sort of swollen-not half as swollen as they should be, Eunhyuk can’t help but think wistfully-and his hand is running leisurely strokes up and down his cock, but the horror in his face is visible, and suddenly Eunhyuk wants to curse himself for taking advantage of a good thing. When’s the next time someone will so generously offer him a helping hand? Maybe Donghae could be convinced, on one of their days off-

“Like this?”

And then he wants to die. Siwon’s mouth is so hot, so tight around him, his tongue flicking over the head of his cock like he’s done this before, teasing, and then down its length, finding the one vein. Eunhyuk moans before thrusting up, wanting, wanting to fuck his mouth harder, wanting a lot of things. Like grabbing a fistful of Siwon’s hair for leverage and just, just to touch it; or licking that shean of sweat off his upper lip, which he would if he were that flexible. But he can’t touch Siwon anywhere because of the goddamn knots holding his arms in place.

He forgets to tell Siwon he’s coming.

He wakes up to a happy Donghae breathing on his face. “Hyukjae Hyukjae Hyukjae. How long have you been sleeping?” Donghae chides playfully. Then he wrinkles his brow. “You smell bad.”

“No, I don’t,” Eunhyuk says automatically. “I mean. So do you.”

“I smell like seashells and young children frolicking the beach. You smell like… like how the bathroom smells every morning after you use it,” Donghae looks at him accusingly. Somewhere inside Eunhyuk is a little apologetic. Somewhere very deep inside. “What’s with the rope burns?”

“Nothing!” Eunhyuk interrupts cheerfully. “Boy, I’m starved. Wanna go for dinner?”

As expected, Donghae perks up at the prospect of food. “Yes! I’m in the mood for a creamy soup.”

so the moment i saw this prompt, i thought immediately of a monaboyd quote from many years ago:

DOM: I did study Wushu for about eight weeks, which is really nothing. But I was able to kick over my head, which is good fun. That's a great thing about the job. Billy was doing Master and Commander and learning about knots and seamanship and when I went down to visit him in Mexico I woke up tied to my bed in half-sheep shanks and double weaves.
BILLY: You usually have to pay for that kind of service.

ah, and then this happened. this was a lot of fun to write! and painful. but fun!