oneshot, Ruined
Title: Ruined
Fandom/Pairing: Yesung/Henry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tarnishing someone's innocence has never felt so good.
Author's Note: This is one hell of a way to welcome myself to this community, eh? Well, I'm Kai, an impulsive and crazy writer who recently picked up an addiction to YeNry. By recently, I mean yesterday. I'm sorry if this is too much, because it's something that little kiddies should run screaming from like their eyeballs are on fire. Yesung likes his sexy time. So if you're a youngin, don't read unless you're prepared for Yesung sexy time. Daryl says I should post this, and although I have some insecurities about it, I'm starting to feel more confident. I also got this from the Super Junior Random Pairing Generator. It was Yesung / Henry / on the rocks.
“I’ve never really thought about dying…”
Yesung glanced over at Henry, eyes curiously blank. His eyes fell on the younger boy‘s lips, which appeared to have let a careless remark slip past without thinking. The expression on Henry’s face was calm, yet he still seemed tense.
Looking down at Henry’s hand, he realized how tightly clamped it was around the stone he sat upon. The sounds of the thrashing sea played at their ears, and Yesung waited for him to continue.
“But for some reason, just sitting here makes me think that dying right now would be okay with me.”
Yesung blinked. He’d never thought of Henry this way before. In fact, he hadn’t spent much time at all with the boy. Usually he backed off and kept his distance. Yesung didn’t want to ruin the poor kid’s innocence. Not too soon, at least.
Because every time he looked at Henry Lau’s face, body, or even his shadow, something inside him bubbled up, threatening to boil over any second. The best way of saying it was blunt, but to the point.
Yesung wanted to fuck him.
Being this close to him now was dangerous.
Ruining innocence was something that had been prominent in Yesung’s past. He’d done it to Ryeowook not too long ago, and he’d had a few rounds of angry sex with Kibum before. And this was Ryeowook’s friend next to him, making Yesung feel this way. Touching Henry would feel like a sin.
But it would also feel so good.
He could imagine himself turning around on the hard stone by the beach, ripping off Henry’s belt, and shoving his hand straight down the younger boy’s pants. That would only be the start. He could imagine himself pinning Henry to the rocks, feeling him under his own body. Even if he squirmed and begged him to stop, Yesung knew it wouldn’t happen. Once he started, he wouldn’t want to stop.
Yesung’s hand wanted to drift over to the waistband of Henry’s pants. It was a magnetic feeling. Why had the kid allowed himself to be alone with Yesung? Did he not know what a predator he was?
This would either end with Henry’s tears or Yesung’s failure. For Yesung surely felt that if he fucked him, the tears would come down.
Because he was so innocent.
At least, he seemed to be. Yesung couldn’t see him in any other way, except when he pictured the boy underneath him, wet with his tears, sweat, and other fluids that dirtied Yesung’s mind. Well, even then the innocence was there, but hidden.
Suddenly, Yesung’s body jolted. He realized that Henry was looking at him now. Was he supposed to be talking? Gah, he’d been thinking about sex for so long he’d forgotten the kid’s talk about death. When they made eye contact, the younger boy quickly looked away, making the older wonder why.
The tightness of his crotch answered the question. He glanced down, and indeed, he could see his erection. Feeling almost whimsical about it, Yesung was tempted to say ‘Well, hello there,’ but decided not to. Henry didn’t need to worry about the older boy’s instability until later, when they’d be fucking against the rocks. The rock was almost as hard as he was, actually.
Stop it, Yesung thought, I’m getting ahead of myself.
But when Henry peeked over his shoulder, Yesung felt something burst within him. All control was lost.
Yesung moved a thousand centimeters per second, one hand flying to Henry’s waistband while the other pushed him down. Giving out a cry, Henry tried to push the older away when their lips met, but to no avail. Yesung was stronger. Much, much stronger. One of his strong hands slipped into Henry’s pants. His chest rose up with some strange mixture of desire and fear.
Without another thought, Yesung touched the younger boy’s cock, feeling it harden under his grip, like his own. The animal within him had taken him over long ago, and now he made Henry touch his own crotch. Henry made some kind of screaming noise, but muffled it with his own lips.
“Before you decide whether you want to die now…” Yesung whispered, still with Henry’s cock in his grip, shaking from what he assumed was panic. “I want to fuck you.”
Henry’s eyes widened with shock, and even though Yesung pulled his hand out of Henry’s boxers, he was far from done.
“Just a warning,” he whispered again, standing up while still pinning Henry with his hips. “I’m quite a monster when it comes to sex.”
Yesung didn’t wait for a reaction as he swiftly undid the boy’s pants, throwing them off somewhere, boxers in tow. Soon he was pulling his own clothes off, and before he got to what he wanted, he laid a series of kisses against Henry’s already sweat-ridden chest. He could feel Henry’s erection against him. His lips were close to it.
Tempting.
The anticipation was getting to him. It was driving him wild. He wanted so badly to screw this kid, it was unnatural. So he flipped him around on the rock, hearing a sound of pain as Henry landed again. He probably scraped his chin, but Yesung’s desire eclipsed his worry.
He thought of nothing else but the moment as he pushed his erection inside Henry, and although he heard a yelp, he didn’t really hear it. The sound flew past him, and all he could concentrate on was in and out, thrusting over and over again.
The whole time, there was no plea for a stop. No desperate shouts for help. Even if there had been, they wouldn’t have been heard. The beach house was at least a mile or two away. And it was going to rain soon.
Yesung just kept going, hands gliding up and down Henry’s smaller body. He touched every inch of the younger boy he possibly could. Henry’s panting egged him further, to thrust even harder. And when he started to moan, although he couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure-or both-Yesung felt like he was going to die from hearing it.
All this time he’d imagined fucking Henry in the short time they’d known each other, he never thought it’d be by the beach, on top of a bunch of rocks. He’d imagined maybe the floor of his apartment, a car, the pool table (although he may never use it again for anything other than sex if that were the case), or maybe even a bed, if he wanted to get conventional.
Nothing was better than this, though. He gripped Henry’s hips, feeling like he was going to break them if he pounded him any harder. But Henry remained physically intact.
As they finished, Henry screamed his lungs out, giving Yesung the thrill of his life. Nothing else had ever felt so good. Even if innocence was ruined at the expense of his immense pleasure, he smiled and kissed the back of Henry’s sweaty neck.
They both panted, out of sync with each other. Yesung pulled out and waited for Henry to turn himself over.
Hands gripping on the sides of more jagged rocks, Henry slowly flipped over. The way his arms shook made Yesung wonder if it’d been his first time like this. Sure, he’d seen Henry with a few girls, and knew he wasn’t a virgin on that side of his sexuality.
Yesung stood over him, feeling like a giant over this boy’s vulnerable form. They were silent.
Then he noticed the trails that stood out from the beads of sweat on Henry’s face.
“I…” Yesung blinked, not sure what to say. He’d expected tears, but seeing them was different from expecting.
“It’s okay…”
“What?”
How could this be okay with him?
His eyes were on Henry’s scraped chin, and then back to his eyes. It was hard to keep eye contact after what he’d done, but somehow he managed.
“But I’ve ruined you.”
Henry nodded.
Yesung didn’t understand at all.
“It’s because you ruined me.”
Fandom/Pairing: Yesung/Henry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tarnishing someone's innocence has never felt so good.
Author's Note: This is one hell of a way to welcome myself to this community, eh? Well, I'm Kai, an impulsive and crazy writer who recently picked up an addiction to YeNry. By recently, I mean yesterday. I'm sorry if this is too much, because it's something that little kiddies should run screaming from like their eyeballs are on fire. Yesung likes his sexy time. So if you're a youngin, don't read unless you're prepared for Yesung sexy time. Daryl says I should post this, and although I have some insecurities about it, I'm starting to feel more confident. I also got this from the Super Junior Random Pairing Generator. It was Yesung / Henry / on the rocks.
“I’ve never really thought about dying…”
Yesung glanced over at Henry, eyes curiously blank. His eyes fell on the younger boy‘s lips, which appeared to have let a careless remark slip past without thinking. The expression on Henry’s face was calm, yet he still seemed tense.
Looking down at Henry’s hand, he realized how tightly clamped it was around the stone he sat upon. The sounds of the thrashing sea played at their ears, and Yesung waited for him to continue.
“But for some reason, just sitting here makes me think that dying right now would be okay with me.”
Yesung blinked. He’d never thought of Henry this way before. In fact, he hadn’t spent much time at all with the boy. Usually he backed off and kept his distance. Yesung didn’t want to ruin the poor kid’s innocence. Not too soon, at least.
Because every time he looked at Henry Lau’s face, body, or even his shadow, something inside him bubbled up, threatening to boil over any second. The best way of saying it was blunt, but to the point.
Yesung wanted to fuck him.
Being this close to him now was dangerous.
Ruining innocence was something that had been prominent in Yesung’s past. He’d done it to Ryeowook not too long ago, and he’d had a few rounds of angry sex with Kibum before. And this was Ryeowook’s friend next to him, making Yesung feel this way. Touching Henry would feel like a sin.
But it would also feel so good.
He could imagine himself turning around on the hard stone by the beach, ripping off Henry’s belt, and shoving his hand straight down the younger boy’s pants. That would only be the start. He could imagine himself pinning Henry to the rocks, feeling him under his own body. Even if he squirmed and begged him to stop, Yesung knew it wouldn’t happen. Once he started, he wouldn’t want to stop.
Yesung’s hand wanted to drift over to the waistband of Henry’s pants. It was a magnetic feeling. Why had the kid allowed himself to be alone with Yesung? Did he not know what a predator he was?
This would either end with Henry’s tears or Yesung’s failure. For Yesung surely felt that if he fucked him, the tears would come down.
Because he was so innocent.
At least, he seemed to be. Yesung couldn’t see him in any other way, except when he pictured the boy underneath him, wet with his tears, sweat, and other fluids that dirtied Yesung’s mind. Well, even then the innocence was there, but hidden.
Suddenly, Yesung’s body jolted. He realized that Henry was looking at him now. Was he supposed to be talking? Gah, he’d been thinking about sex for so long he’d forgotten the kid’s talk about death. When they made eye contact, the younger boy quickly looked away, making the older wonder why.
The tightness of his crotch answered the question. He glanced down, and indeed, he could see his erection. Feeling almost whimsical about it, Yesung was tempted to say ‘Well, hello there,’ but decided not to. Henry didn’t need to worry about the older boy’s instability until later, when they’d be fucking against the rocks. The rock was almost as hard as he was, actually.
Stop it, Yesung thought, I’m getting ahead of myself.
But when Henry peeked over his shoulder, Yesung felt something burst within him. All control was lost.
Yesung moved a thousand centimeters per second, one hand flying to Henry’s waistband while the other pushed him down. Giving out a cry, Henry tried to push the older away when their lips met, but to no avail. Yesung was stronger. Much, much stronger. One of his strong hands slipped into Henry’s pants. His chest rose up with some strange mixture of desire and fear.
Without another thought, Yesung touched the younger boy’s cock, feeling it harden under his grip, like his own. The animal within him had taken him over long ago, and now he made Henry touch his own crotch. Henry made some kind of screaming noise, but muffled it with his own lips.
“Before you decide whether you want to die now…” Yesung whispered, still with Henry’s cock in his grip, shaking from what he assumed was panic. “I want to fuck you.”
Henry’s eyes widened with shock, and even though Yesung pulled his hand out of Henry’s boxers, he was far from done.
“Just a warning,” he whispered again, standing up while still pinning Henry with his hips. “I’m quite a monster when it comes to sex.”
Yesung didn’t wait for a reaction as he swiftly undid the boy’s pants, throwing them off somewhere, boxers in tow. Soon he was pulling his own clothes off, and before he got to what he wanted, he laid a series of kisses against Henry’s already sweat-ridden chest. He could feel Henry’s erection against him. His lips were close to it.
Tempting.
The anticipation was getting to him. It was driving him wild. He wanted so badly to screw this kid, it was unnatural. So he flipped him around on the rock, hearing a sound of pain as Henry landed again. He probably scraped his chin, but Yesung’s desire eclipsed his worry.
He thought of nothing else but the moment as he pushed his erection inside Henry, and although he heard a yelp, he didn’t really hear it. The sound flew past him, and all he could concentrate on was in and out, thrusting over and over again.
The whole time, there was no plea for a stop. No desperate shouts for help. Even if there had been, they wouldn’t have been heard. The beach house was at least a mile or two away. And it was going to rain soon.
Yesung just kept going, hands gliding up and down Henry’s smaller body. He touched every inch of the younger boy he possibly could. Henry’s panting egged him further, to thrust even harder. And when he started to moan, although he couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure-or both-Yesung felt like he was going to die from hearing it.
All this time he’d imagined fucking Henry in the short time they’d known each other, he never thought it’d be by the beach, on top of a bunch of rocks. He’d imagined maybe the floor of his apartment, a car, the pool table (although he may never use it again for anything other than sex if that were the case), or maybe even a bed, if he wanted to get conventional.
Nothing was better than this, though. He gripped Henry’s hips, feeling like he was going to break them if he pounded him any harder. But Henry remained physically intact.
As they finished, Henry screamed his lungs out, giving Yesung the thrill of his life. Nothing else had ever felt so good. Even if innocence was ruined at the expense of his immense pleasure, he smiled and kissed the back of Henry’s sweaty neck.
They both panted, out of sync with each other. Yesung pulled out and waited for Henry to turn himself over.
Hands gripping on the sides of more jagged rocks, Henry slowly flipped over. The way his arms shook made Yesung wonder if it’d been his first time like this. Sure, he’d seen Henry with a few girls, and knew he wasn’t a virgin on that side of his sexuality.
Yesung stood over him, feeling like a giant over this boy’s vulnerable form. They were silent.
Then he noticed the trails that stood out from the beads of sweat on Henry’s face.
“I…” Yesung blinked, not sure what to say. He’d expected tears, but seeing them was different from expecting.
“It’s okay…”
“What?”
How could this be okay with him?
His eyes were on Henry’s scraped chin, and then back to his eyes. It was hard to keep eye contact after what he’d done, but somehow he managed.
“But I’ve ruined you.”
Henry nodded.
Yesung didn’t understand at all.
“It’s because you ruined me.”