sunbursts
Title: Sunbursts
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yewook
Summary: Really PWP based off an old SJM photo: THIS ONE
Genre: Smut, light Fluff
"It hurts, hold on."
Yesung holds him safely above the ground as Ryeowook pulls himself up higher onto the other's body, head closer to Yesung's shoulder and not rubbing onto the rough make of the wall behind them. The moving only serves to help him feel the stretch he's in to take Yesung's size into him.
"Better?"
Ryeowook barely nods his head before Yesung continues the earlier motion of thoroughly fucking him into the wall. While his mind is all smudges and new splotches of joy at being exactly how he is at this very moment, deep in his unconscious he thanks God for on set photo shoots. All it takes is a well sent selca to Yesung's phone and he shows up in a few minutes.
“Fuck I’m gonna miss this when you leave.”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Ryeowook spits out at him tightening his arms around his neck. His legs are numb as Yesung has him grabbed by the knees and the majority of his weight is being held only by however hard Yesung is pressing him into the wall. He’s pressing him hard enough as it is and there are almost small jolts of pain that shoot up his crotch whenever he’s slammed into and Yesung’s stomach presses his cock against his own stomach.
Ryeowook wants to have Yesung hear precisely how every thrust makes his body react but they’re supposed to be silent. Photographers, stylists, and the general entourage are all present, even though they’re practically hiding, there’s an immense chance that anyone passing by could see them before they hear anything. All he can afford to let slip from his mouth are the smallest of whimpers and the occasional sigh of distaste when Yesung stops pushing into him entirely to calm himself down and not come then and there.
Just like right now.
“I’m so close, come on. Just a little more.” His words are breathless and he’s moving his hips the slightest bit to have any bit of Yesung’s length sliding in and out of him.
“Someone’s coming.”
Despite the warning though, Ryeowook fusses and settles on pressing kisses to Yesung’s neck while he whispers about how full he feels. He knows Yesung’s always liked a bit of talking from him, especially when he keeps reiterating how much he loves his Jongwoonie hyung’s big cock stuffing him.
He can hear the chuckle leave his lover’s mouth and one of his knees is slowly guided to wrap around Yesung’s waist while his free hand comes around his thigh to barely touch how his body shifts around his length. Ryeowook numbs as he feels fingertips scarcely touching him in such a place. It’s not that big a deal in reality when he’s use to having Yesung’s fingers in him plenty of times but to have him touching him while he’s actually in him, that’s a new sensation.
“Stretched to the limit hm?”
Ryeowook nods his head. His eyes are closed off entirely as his mind tries not to focus too much on the tickling sensation of fingers circling him while he’s trying to keep the strength in his body steady.
“I know baby. I can feel it. Right here.”
A crushed sob drops from his mouth as Yesung directs exactly where. Ryeowook tries to move just the smallest bit but the shaking of his legs impedes him to make steady or concise movements.
“Hyung,” he pleads, voice taking a needy pitch.
Hoisting Ryeowook higher onto his waist, Yesung pushes the thin body against the wall and withdraws as much as he can before returning deep into him. The smaller man’s mouth springs open but nothing leaves him as his hands tighten around Yesung’s shirt drawn up to the shoulder he‘s currently digging his chin into. He continues like that and Ryeowook looks up above him trying to focus his mind on anything at all while he feels his cock being pushed up against his bare stomach and released before being confined between their bodies again.
Ryeowook swears he sees stars, golden flickering with blonde and honeyed streaks across his vision. They follow in time to Yesung’s every thrust, yellow dashes that paint the room to be a palace of sunlight and gold confined in these makeshift wood and concrete holdings.
Yesung invades his every sense and with sunlight reflecting all over the room and speckling his vision, Ryeowook feels his body bunch at his very center. He knows he’s close and Yesung chooses then to slow down. His mind barely makes the connection with his body why, until he feels almost slush in him as Yesung thrusts with the addition of his own release. He pushes himself up against Ryeowook, every imperfection of the wall behind him digging into his unprotected skin.
The new position allows for only shallow thrusts into him but Ryeowook is too physically and mentally drained, his body offers no endurance and comes with his muffled cry further muffled by Yesung’s mouth on his.
As if finally coherent and aware, he feels the quivering of Yesung’s arms translated over in addition to the shaking of his legs. He’s brought down to his feet slowly, blood rushing into his legs suddenly bringing a breath to leave his mouth.
The metallic freckles no longer cloud his vision, the dull colors of their surrounding are obvious and end in straight edges, the blur of color is gone along with the trickling of his orgasm.
“I don’t care how but you’re coming back with me to China.”
Yesung smiles against his mouth as he kisses him again, finally kissing him slowly and effortlessly because they know this won’t be the last. Ryeowook watches his boyfriend dress, eyes catching on the jut of calf as he bends to pick up his pants, arms winding and bending to bring his shirt back to normal, lips quirking and suddenly cocky as he zips himself up.
“Don’t tell me you want more already,” he teases when it’s obvious that if given more time to waste they’d be on each other without stopping to think.
“I’m too lazy all of a sudden. You’re mind fucking me too much.”
His arms are lifted and a tender kiss is pressed to his palm, his forearm, his elbow, his shoulder, as his arms are lifted and a cotton shirt is only half dragged down the thin arms and a long leather vest is returned to its’ rightful place. Yesung kneels to fix his pants. Pooled at his feet and clinging to only one leg with a shoe holding it right. Yesung fixes the other sleeve of his pants and helps Ryeowook insert his foot before kissing up his knee, his thigh, his belly button and licking his stomach clean of his own release from moments before.
Ryeowook is silent as he simply leans against the wall and lets Yesung dress him. He lifts a leg to have his shoe put on when the honeyed glimmer from before fills the room.
Was he truly that still into his orgasm that his eyes still saw colors? Looking down at Yesung kneeling in front of him he sees his shoes being tied.
Yesung rises to finish buckling his colored pants and presses a kiss to his forehead before lowering his shirt now that his stomach is clean. He pulls him out of the room and as he steps into light he sees yellow burst from below him. Looking down at his feet, his shoes reflect the light and any movement makes the colors fill the floor with lines and curves of color.
A lazy smile appears on his face as he leans on Yesung while they walk out slowly. With Yesung for balance he closes his eyes for a second to better remember the gold and the glimmer of chrome and sterling as the earring’s dangling from Yesung’s ear move along and the owner leads him out into technicolor.
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old fic is old eh? it's been done for months, i'm just lazy and needed to edit it
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yewook
Summary: Really PWP based off an old SJM photo: THIS ONE
Genre: Smut, light Fluff
"It hurts, hold on."
Yesung holds him safely above the ground as Ryeowook pulls himself up higher onto the other's body, head closer to Yesung's shoulder and not rubbing onto the rough make of the wall behind them. The moving only serves to help him feel the stretch he's in to take Yesung's size into him.
"Better?"
Ryeowook barely nods his head before Yesung continues the earlier motion of thoroughly fucking him into the wall. While his mind is all smudges and new splotches of joy at being exactly how he is at this very moment, deep in his unconscious he thanks God for on set photo shoots. All it takes is a well sent selca to Yesung's phone and he shows up in a few minutes.
“Fuck I’m gonna miss this when you leave.”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Ryeowook spits out at him tightening his arms around his neck. His legs are numb as Yesung has him grabbed by the knees and the majority of his weight is being held only by however hard Yesung is pressing him into the wall. He’s pressing him hard enough as it is and there are almost small jolts of pain that shoot up his crotch whenever he’s slammed into and Yesung’s stomach presses his cock against his own stomach.
Ryeowook wants to have Yesung hear precisely how every thrust makes his body react but they’re supposed to be silent. Photographers, stylists, and the general entourage are all present, even though they’re practically hiding, there’s an immense chance that anyone passing by could see them before they hear anything. All he can afford to let slip from his mouth are the smallest of whimpers and the occasional sigh of distaste when Yesung stops pushing into him entirely to calm himself down and not come then and there.
Just like right now.
“I’m so close, come on. Just a little more.” His words are breathless and he’s moving his hips the slightest bit to have any bit of Yesung’s length sliding in and out of him.
“Someone’s coming.”
Despite the warning though, Ryeowook fusses and settles on pressing kisses to Yesung’s neck while he whispers about how full he feels. He knows Yesung’s always liked a bit of talking from him, especially when he keeps reiterating how much he loves his Jongwoonie hyung’s big cock stuffing him.
He can hear the chuckle leave his lover’s mouth and one of his knees is slowly guided to wrap around Yesung’s waist while his free hand comes around his thigh to barely touch how his body shifts around his length. Ryeowook numbs as he feels fingertips scarcely touching him in such a place. It’s not that big a deal in reality when he’s use to having Yesung’s fingers in him plenty of times but to have him touching him while he’s actually in him, that’s a new sensation.
“Stretched to the limit hm?”
Ryeowook nods his head. His eyes are closed off entirely as his mind tries not to focus too much on the tickling sensation of fingers circling him while he’s trying to keep the strength in his body steady.
“I know baby. I can feel it. Right here.”
A crushed sob drops from his mouth as Yesung directs exactly where. Ryeowook tries to move just the smallest bit but the shaking of his legs impedes him to make steady or concise movements.
“Hyung,” he pleads, voice taking a needy pitch.
Hoisting Ryeowook higher onto his waist, Yesung pushes the thin body against the wall and withdraws as much as he can before returning deep into him. The smaller man’s mouth springs open but nothing leaves him as his hands tighten around Yesung’s shirt drawn up to the shoulder he‘s currently digging his chin into. He continues like that and Ryeowook looks up above him trying to focus his mind on anything at all while he feels his cock being pushed up against his bare stomach and released before being confined between their bodies again.
Ryeowook swears he sees stars, golden flickering with blonde and honeyed streaks across his vision. They follow in time to Yesung’s every thrust, yellow dashes that paint the room to be a palace of sunlight and gold confined in these makeshift wood and concrete holdings.
Yesung invades his every sense and with sunlight reflecting all over the room and speckling his vision, Ryeowook feels his body bunch at his very center. He knows he’s close and Yesung chooses then to slow down. His mind barely makes the connection with his body why, until he feels almost slush in him as Yesung thrusts with the addition of his own release. He pushes himself up against Ryeowook, every imperfection of the wall behind him digging into his unprotected skin.
The new position allows for only shallow thrusts into him but Ryeowook is too physically and mentally drained, his body offers no endurance and comes with his muffled cry further muffled by Yesung’s mouth on his.
As if finally coherent and aware, he feels the quivering of Yesung’s arms translated over in addition to the shaking of his legs. He’s brought down to his feet slowly, blood rushing into his legs suddenly bringing a breath to leave his mouth.
The metallic freckles no longer cloud his vision, the dull colors of their surrounding are obvious and end in straight edges, the blur of color is gone along with the trickling of his orgasm.
“I don’t care how but you’re coming back with me to China.”
Yesung smiles against his mouth as he kisses him again, finally kissing him slowly and effortlessly because they know this won’t be the last. Ryeowook watches his boyfriend dress, eyes catching on the jut of calf as he bends to pick up his pants, arms winding and bending to bring his shirt back to normal, lips quirking and suddenly cocky as he zips himself up.
“Don’t tell me you want more already,” he teases when it’s obvious that if given more time to waste they’d be on each other without stopping to think.
“I’m too lazy all of a sudden. You’re mind fucking me too much.”
His arms are lifted and a tender kiss is pressed to his palm, his forearm, his elbow, his shoulder, as his arms are lifted and a cotton shirt is only half dragged down the thin arms and a long leather vest is returned to its’ rightful place. Yesung kneels to fix his pants. Pooled at his feet and clinging to only one leg with a shoe holding it right. Yesung fixes the other sleeve of his pants and helps Ryeowook insert his foot before kissing up his knee, his thigh, his belly button and licking his stomach clean of his own release from moments before.
Ryeowook is silent as he simply leans against the wall and lets Yesung dress him. He lifts a leg to have his shoe put on when the honeyed glimmer from before fills the room.
Was he truly that still into his orgasm that his eyes still saw colors? Looking down at Yesung kneeling in front of him he sees his shoes being tied.
Yesung rises to finish buckling his colored pants and presses a kiss to his forehead before lowering his shirt now that his stomach is clean. He pulls him out of the room and as he steps into light he sees yellow burst from below him. Looking down at his feet, his shoes reflect the light and any movement makes the colors fill the floor with lines and curves of color.
A lazy smile appears on his face as he leans on Yesung while they walk out slowly. With Yesung for balance he closes his eyes for a second to better remember the gold and the glimmer of chrome and sterling as the earring’s dangling from Yesung’s ear move along and the owner leads him out into technicolor.
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old fic is old eh? it's been done for months, i'm just lazy and needed to edit it