Hunger
Title: Hunger
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: KangTeuk
Warnings: Sex
Genre: Smut, romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior.
A/N: Eh, one night, I just got this... Terrible urge to write porn. So. Well. I did.
A small flash of green light, a clack as the door handle was pushed down. Clothes shuffling as two bodies made their way into the hotel room, hurrying. The sound of the lock shutting again was drowned by moans muffled by lips, whimpers swallowed by eager mouths as lips crashed, tongues shoved, hands gripped. Shoes and socks were kicked off, jackets were dropped to the floor, the key card going somewhere along with them.
Jungsu gasped softly as a mouth worked its way up his neck, to his ear. He felt teeth tugging his earlobe, a tongue dragging around the shell. He whimpered, desperately tugging at the stupid t-shirt. There were fingers working on his button down shirt, a thigh slotted between his legs, and he moaned as a strong body pressed him against the door, preventing him from escaping the touches, even though it was clear he was going nowhere.
"Youngwoon" Jungsu moaned, feeling his lover's teeth nibble at the skin right under his ear. His arms slung around Youngwoon's neck, holding on tightly. His body arched against the hard surface as the thigh between his legs began grinding, forceful and demanding. And he could feel himself getting so hard, so painfully hard.
"Jungsu" he heard his name being murmured into his hear, against his skin, so full of pure adoration it made his heart clench from the amount of love and need. Youngwoon's hands searched his body, roamed around his chest, his shirt now open, hanging loosely on his shoulders. His body answered to the touches, hips rolling, back arching, head falling to the side to give better access to his neck.
Jungsu felt a hand under his thigh, gripping it, and he knew what to do, jumping a little and wrapping his slender legs around his lover's waist as he was raised into the air. Lips locked in open mouthed kisses, needy and hungry, tongues sloppily caressing lips and teeth and mouths. He clung to the body holding him up, his fingers knotting in the soft dark hair as they kissed each other breathless, still not getting enough.
Jungsu whimpered as Youngwoon sat down on the bed, leaving the slender blonde straddling his lap. The shirt was pushed off his shoulders as he finally got a grip on his lover's shirt, tugging it over his head. Once it was off they resumed kissing, eating each other up, and Jungsu's mouth trailed downwards, mouthing at Youngwoon's chin, his jawline, down his neck.
He felt fingers working with the button on his jeans, popping it open and yanking the pants down. He whimpered, raising to his knees, and the jeans were pushed down to cling to his thighs. Jungsu threw his head back as a finger slicked with saliva was shoved inside him, crooking, searching, stretching. He moaned, a raspy sound of raw want that seemed to urge Youngwoon forward, as two more fingers soon joined the first one. Jungsu ground his hips down on the fingers, begging for more as a hot mouth worked on his chest, trailing sloppy kisses on his skin, a tongue pressing flat and dragging over his nipple.
Jungsu heard Youngwoon chuckling, a low sound that made his face flush and shivers wreck his spine. "Are you ready?" he murmured, and Jungsu whined a yes, the word leaving his lips as a silent, needy sound as his fingernails dug to shoulder blades, leaving red welts behind them as he searched for support.
Jungsu yelped in surprise as Youngwoon flipped them over, his back now pressing against the mattress. The jeans were tugged off his legs along with his underwear, leaving him naked and writhing, whining in his aching need. He saw Youngwoon looking down at him, licking his lips, eyes raking over his body and eating him up. Jungsu spread his legs, gripping the sheets, begging in a silent voice. He was so needy, so hungry, he craved for this, for his lover.
Youngwoon rid himself of his jeans and bent down, one of Jungsu's arms immediately winding around his neck as the other kept him propped up from the mattress. He positioned himself and whispered hot words against his ear, promises of filling him up, loving him hard and long, and all the time he kept pushing in, soothing the pain he knew the angel underneath him was feeling with kisses and licks, promises of love and future, pouring every bit of the adoring affection he felt into the words that spilled from his lips.
Jungsu moaned, his legs wrapping around Youngwoon's waist as he started a pace, not bothering to go slow because this was their dance and it had never been slow and shy - it was hot and fast, full of professions of love, pleads and begs and promises to fulfil every dream the other had ever had. And Jungsu drank those words, he breathed them in like his body seemed to breathe the touches and caresses it was receiving. He knew the hands on his hips were going to leave bruises, he knew there would be finger prints on his thighs the next morning, and he loved it, he loved the way his body was marked, he loved it that everyone could see who he belonged to.
His body rolled to meet the deep thrusts, his lips parting to let out high-pitched, drawn out moans, his voice accompanied by Youngwoon's low grunts and groans, and together they created a perfect melody for their dance, the perfect background music. Youngwoon's name spilled from Jungsu's lips like a desperate, dirty prayer as he was fucked deep into the mattress, his thighs spreading to give his lover more access into his body. The heat knotting inside his body was driving him crazy, pleasure jolting up his back and limbs every time Youngwoon brushed against that spot inside him.
Jungsu hooked his leg around Youngwoon's body and pulled him closer, and suddenly he was there, inside him, so deep and forceful that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. And then he was coming, his body shaking and clenching, arms around Youngwoon's shoulders as he, too, was dropped over the border between madness and sanity and for a moment, they were both insane and perfectly sane at the same time, and it was wonderful, so wonderful.
They lay there, on the king sized bed of a hotel room in a foreign country as Youngwoon kicked the cover away and pulled the soft white blankets over them. He looked at the slender form lying next to him as he gathered him in his arms, lips trailing kisses over his features, and he was so sure that he had found an angel, so sure he had found his saviour.
"I love you so much" Jungsu whispered, smiling as he was pulled against Youngwoon's warm body, and knowing he would be safe from everything the night would bring to him he drifted to sleep, muttering the last barely understandable words, a smile gracing his lips as they dropped to the silent air:
"I always will."
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: KangTeuk
Warnings: Sex
Genre: Smut, romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior.
A/N: Eh, one night, I just got this... Terrible urge to write porn. So. Well. I did.
A small flash of green light, a clack as the door handle was pushed down. Clothes shuffling as two bodies made their way into the hotel room, hurrying. The sound of the lock shutting again was drowned by moans muffled by lips, whimpers swallowed by eager mouths as lips crashed, tongues shoved, hands gripped. Shoes and socks were kicked off, jackets were dropped to the floor, the key card going somewhere along with them.
Jungsu gasped softly as a mouth worked its way up his neck, to his ear. He felt teeth tugging his earlobe, a tongue dragging around the shell. He whimpered, desperately tugging at the stupid t-shirt. There were fingers working on his button down shirt, a thigh slotted between his legs, and he moaned as a strong body pressed him against the door, preventing him from escaping the touches, even though it was clear he was going nowhere.
"Youngwoon" Jungsu moaned, feeling his lover's teeth nibble at the skin right under his ear. His arms slung around Youngwoon's neck, holding on tightly. His body arched against the hard surface as the thigh between his legs began grinding, forceful and demanding. And he could feel himself getting so hard, so painfully hard.
"Jungsu" he heard his name being murmured into his hear, against his skin, so full of pure adoration it made his heart clench from the amount of love and need. Youngwoon's hands searched his body, roamed around his chest, his shirt now open, hanging loosely on his shoulders. His body answered to the touches, hips rolling, back arching, head falling to the side to give better access to his neck.
Jungsu felt a hand under his thigh, gripping it, and he knew what to do, jumping a little and wrapping his slender legs around his lover's waist as he was raised into the air. Lips locked in open mouthed kisses, needy and hungry, tongues sloppily caressing lips and teeth and mouths. He clung to the body holding him up, his fingers knotting in the soft dark hair as they kissed each other breathless, still not getting enough.
Jungsu whimpered as Youngwoon sat down on the bed, leaving the slender blonde straddling his lap. The shirt was pushed off his shoulders as he finally got a grip on his lover's shirt, tugging it over his head. Once it was off they resumed kissing, eating each other up, and Jungsu's mouth trailed downwards, mouthing at Youngwoon's chin, his jawline, down his neck.
He felt fingers working with the button on his jeans, popping it open and yanking the pants down. He whimpered, raising to his knees, and the jeans were pushed down to cling to his thighs. Jungsu threw his head back as a finger slicked with saliva was shoved inside him, crooking, searching, stretching. He moaned, a raspy sound of raw want that seemed to urge Youngwoon forward, as two more fingers soon joined the first one. Jungsu ground his hips down on the fingers, begging for more as a hot mouth worked on his chest, trailing sloppy kisses on his skin, a tongue pressing flat and dragging over his nipple.
Jungsu heard Youngwoon chuckling, a low sound that made his face flush and shivers wreck his spine. "Are you ready?" he murmured, and Jungsu whined a yes, the word leaving his lips as a silent, needy sound as his fingernails dug to shoulder blades, leaving red welts behind them as he searched for support.
Jungsu yelped in surprise as Youngwoon flipped them over, his back now pressing against the mattress. The jeans were tugged off his legs along with his underwear, leaving him naked and writhing, whining in his aching need. He saw Youngwoon looking down at him, licking his lips, eyes raking over his body and eating him up. Jungsu spread his legs, gripping the sheets, begging in a silent voice. He was so needy, so hungry, he craved for this, for his lover.
Youngwoon rid himself of his jeans and bent down, one of Jungsu's arms immediately winding around his neck as the other kept him propped up from the mattress. He positioned himself and whispered hot words against his ear, promises of filling him up, loving him hard and long, and all the time he kept pushing in, soothing the pain he knew the angel underneath him was feeling with kisses and licks, promises of love and future, pouring every bit of the adoring affection he felt into the words that spilled from his lips.
Jungsu moaned, his legs wrapping around Youngwoon's waist as he started a pace, not bothering to go slow because this was their dance and it had never been slow and shy - it was hot and fast, full of professions of love, pleads and begs and promises to fulfil every dream the other had ever had. And Jungsu drank those words, he breathed them in like his body seemed to breathe the touches and caresses it was receiving. He knew the hands on his hips were going to leave bruises, he knew there would be finger prints on his thighs the next morning, and he loved it, he loved the way his body was marked, he loved it that everyone could see who he belonged to.
His body rolled to meet the deep thrusts, his lips parting to let out high-pitched, drawn out moans, his voice accompanied by Youngwoon's low grunts and groans, and together they created a perfect melody for their dance, the perfect background music. Youngwoon's name spilled from Jungsu's lips like a desperate, dirty prayer as he was fucked deep into the mattress, his thighs spreading to give his lover more access into his body. The heat knotting inside his body was driving him crazy, pleasure jolting up his back and limbs every time Youngwoon brushed against that spot inside him.
Jungsu hooked his leg around Youngwoon's body and pulled him closer, and suddenly he was there, inside him, so deep and forceful that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. And then he was coming, his body shaking and clenching, arms around Youngwoon's shoulders as he, too, was dropped over the border between madness and sanity and for a moment, they were both insane and perfectly sane at the same time, and it was wonderful, so wonderful.
They lay there, on the king sized bed of a hotel room in a foreign country as Youngwoon kicked the cover away and pulled the soft white blankets over them. He looked at the slender form lying next to him as he gathered him in his arms, lips trailing kisses over his features, and he was so sure that he had found an angel, so sure he had found his saviour.
"I love you so much" Jungsu whispered, smiling as he was pulled against Youngwoon's warm body, and knowing he would be safe from everything the night would bring to him he drifted to sleep, muttering the last barely understandable words, a smile gracing his lips as they dropped to the silent air:
"I always will."