SSAnswer mv fic:: Realize the Heat
Title: Realize the Heat
Rating:... NC-17
Pairing: Yewook
Summary: ... I'm satisfied with just you.
The office is cold and empty, posh and unused, barren without a hint of life, he sadly notes. His mind is in similar state, tired and blank. Ryeowook takes in the sturdy desk, elegant and expensive while it simply sits there without a purpose. He traces the line of the edge, fingers curling around the smoothed wood, following and turning at the corner of the desk to meet the next tall wooden fixture.
The bookshelf is the main piece of furniture in the room. It stands only a bit off from the desk, chair placed within reach of it. Simple placement.
Ryeowook fingers the spines of the few books lined up on the majestic wooden bookshelf. He runs fingertips over gold and silver lettering trying to make some sense of the words his mind can decipher once the foreign sounds form in his head.
Nothing catches his eye. It's not because of disinterest or un-enthusiasm, he simply has other things on his mind. Or another person to be more exact. Ryeowook takes whichever book is closest to his small frame, thick dark book with pages and pages of text and the occasional design as he flips through it. He takes it to the chair and opens to the first page, intent on putting any line in his head to fill the void.
'I thought you said you would be right down.'
He turns his gaze towards the door to see Jongwoon step into the room. He seems almost a dashing dream caused by the copious amounts of champagne and wine from that night. As if the bubbles froth up from his stomach and hinder him speechless, he only stares softly as the other approaches.
'Are you okay?'
Ryeowook nods his head with a soft smile forming as the book is taken from his hands and shut. Jongwoon places the book next to the globe and leans to rest his cheek on the side of Ryeowook's head. The younger man can feel the words seep from Jongwoon's mouth and into his mind: words of concern, care, and contentment. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees him thumb the circumference of the cup on the desk. It's a near replica of the one he had been drinking downstairs while he waited for him. They're exact in make he realizes as he steps back so Ryeowook can stand to return the book to the shelf.
'I was just feeling...'
His words lull at the press of Jongwoon at his back. The coldness he had felt all around him in the room suddenly seems distant as arms envelop him and the scent of the other does the same. An even warmer sensation starts from the underside of his jaw as Jongwoon's mouth makes a line up to his cheek before having him turn his head to take his lips.
They tentatively feel each other out, softly pressing their mouths before adjusting and fitting better as they level their mouths again. Hands delay at his stomach and undo his jacket before skimming over the thin shirt. It's a slow conquest, alerting his body bit by bit to his touch, letting him feel that his body is slowly awakening as well.
What had he been feeling then? He can't remember and doesn't spare the past a second though. Ryeowook's mind has long since calmed over like the settling liquid in the raised crystal of a champagne glass. It's relaxing to have Jongwoon's hands on him, calming his thoughts and tired mind while he unveils his thin body to the room. Goosebumps flare across his chest as he feels the two layers slide off his arms to be thrown onto the chair.
'Face me,' Jongwoon's voice floats into his ears, a calm and roughened sound that he imagines turns him in place and makes him take the three steps back. It only takes three steps to press his back onto the hard line of the shelf most at level with his back.
Hands are leisurely unbuckling the silver clasp of his belt, then pushing loose fabric down his thighs and away to join the rest of his outfit.
And then Jongwoon lifts him, the smooth fabric of his pants caressing him just as much as the man wearing them. He kisses Jongwoon lazily, too focused on simply letting his senses come out of focus. The only routine he can absorb is the steady tick of the clock on an opposite wall. Time has and is passing, how much he can't be sure of.
On a certain tick, Jongwoon is sinking into him, slick and steady and perfect. Ryeowook lets out what he supposes had been part of his earlier sentence, arms tightening around the other's neck. Jongwoon leisurely pushes into him while he mutters broken praises into his neck. A mess which mentions Ryeowook's neck, his scent, his mouth, his taste, how he fills his senses as he's filling him in return.
His mouth tastes of still warm coffee, traces of sugar on his tongue when Jongwoon kisses and... there.
It's a sudden end for the tepid rising of their union. His head tips back the smallest of angles in release, the champagne's froth building in his head once again as he cries out softly nothing but a broken version of his lover's name.
The high begins to dwindle and Ryeowook notes how Jongwoon is frozen. He'd been so far gone he hadn't paid any mind to Jongwoon. 'Do you want me to-'
'Shh, let me just stay like this another minute.'
So they stay still, Ryeowook's legs locked around Jongwoons waist and Jongwoon's arms holding him while they taste each other. It's more sedate then the liquor they had drank before coming into the room, more than the chill of the room that made them keep close. It lulls them into an off romance that snaps when something resembling a childish scream breaks from downstairs and reaches their location. They silently separate, Jongwoon taking care to clean Ryeowook and help him dress after he only fixes his trousers.
'Feeling better'?
Ryeowook lets himself be led outside to join the group outside. A weak smile that hadn't been able to form appears slowly as does the hand in his own.
'A bit I suppose.'
***
any mistakes pls alert me :>
i started this last night. wanted to have it done before the onslaught of ff for the MV came up, it obviously didn't happen.
Rating:... NC-17
Pairing: Yewook
Summary: ... I'm satisfied with just you.
The office is cold and empty, posh and unused, barren without a hint of life, he sadly notes. His mind is in similar state, tired and blank. Ryeowook takes in the sturdy desk, elegant and expensive while it simply sits there without a purpose. He traces the line of the edge, fingers curling around the smoothed wood, following and turning at the corner of the desk to meet the next tall wooden fixture.
The bookshelf is the main piece of furniture in the room. It stands only a bit off from the desk, chair placed within reach of it. Simple placement.
Ryeowook fingers the spines of the few books lined up on the majestic wooden bookshelf. He runs fingertips over gold and silver lettering trying to make some sense of the words his mind can decipher once the foreign sounds form in his head.
Nothing catches his eye. It's not because of disinterest or un-enthusiasm, he simply has other things on his mind. Or another person to be more exact. Ryeowook takes whichever book is closest to his small frame, thick dark book with pages and pages of text and the occasional design as he flips through it. He takes it to the chair and opens to the first page, intent on putting any line in his head to fill the void.
'I thought you said you would be right down.'
He turns his gaze towards the door to see Jongwoon step into the room. He seems almost a dashing dream caused by the copious amounts of champagne and wine from that night. As if the bubbles froth up from his stomach and hinder him speechless, he only stares softly as the other approaches.
'Are you okay?'
Ryeowook nods his head with a soft smile forming as the book is taken from his hands and shut. Jongwoon places the book next to the globe and leans to rest his cheek on the side of Ryeowook's head. The younger man can feel the words seep from Jongwoon's mouth and into his mind: words of concern, care, and contentment. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees him thumb the circumference of the cup on the desk. It's a near replica of the one he had been drinking downstairs while he waited for him. They're exact in make he realizes as he steps back so Ryeowook can stand to return the book to the shelf.
'I was just feeling...'
His words lull at the press of Jongwoon at his back. The coldness he had felt all around him in the room suddenly seems distant as arms envelop him and the scent of the other does the same. An even warmer sensation starts from the underside of his jaw as Jongwoon's mouth makes a line up to his cheek before having him turn his head to take his lips.
They tentatively feel each other out, softly pressing their mouths before adjusting and fitting better as they level their mouths again. Hands delay at his stomach and undo his jacket before skimming over the thin shirt. It's a slow conquest, alerting his body bit by bit to his touch, letting him feel that his body is slowly awakening as well.
What had he been feeling then? He can't remember and doesn't spare the past a second though. Ryeowook's mind has long since calmed over like the settling liquid in the raised crystal of a champagne glass. It's relaxing to have Jongwoon's hands on him, calming his thoughts and tired mind while he unveils his thin body to the room. Goosebumps flare across his chest as he feels the two layers slide off his arms to be thrown onto the chair.
'Face me,' Jongwoon's voice floats into his ears, a calm and roughened sound that he imagines turns him in place and makes him take the three steps back. It only takes three steps to press his back onto the hard line of the shelf most at level with his back.
Hands are leisurely unbuckling the silver clasp of his belt, then pushing loose fabric down his thighs and away to join the rest of his outfit.
And then Jongwoon lifts him, the smooth fabric of his pants caressing him just as much as the man wearing them. He kisses Jongwoon lazily, too focused on simply letting his senses come out of focus. The only routine he can absorb is the steady tick of the clock on an opposite wall. Time has and is passing, how much he can't be sure of.
On a certain tick, Jongwoon is sinking into him, slick and steady and perfect. Ryeowook lets out what he supposes had been part of his earlier sentence, arms tightening around the other's neck. Jongwoon leisurely pushes into him while he mutters broken praises into his neck. A mess which mentions Ryeowook's neck, his scent, his mouth, his taste, how he fills his senses as he's filling him in return.
His mouth tastes of still warm coffee, traces of sugar on his tongue when Jongwoon kisses and... there.
It's a sudden end for the tepid rising of their union. His head tips back the smallest of angles in release, the champagne's froth building in his head once again as he cries out softly nothing but a broken version of his lover's name.
The high begins to dwindle and Ryeowook notes how Jongwoon is frozen. He'd been so far gone he hadn't paid any mind to Jongwoon. 'Do you want me to-'
'Shh, let me just stay like this another minute.'
So they stay still, Ryeowook's legs locked around Jongwoons waist and Jongwoon's arms holding him while they taste each other. It's more sedate then the liquor they had drank before coming into the room, more than the chill of the room that made them keep close. It lulls them into an off romance that snaps when something resembling a childish scream breaks from downstairs and reaches their location. They silently separate, Jongwoon taking care to clean Ryeowook and help him dress after he only fixes his trousers.
'Feeling better'?
Ryeowook lets himself be led outside to join the group outside. A weak smile that hadn't been able to form appears slowly as does the hand in his own.
'A bit I suppose.'
***
any mistakes pls alert me :>
i started this last night. wanted to have it done before the onslaught of ff for the MV came up, it obviously didn't happen.