paraSeven. Beautiful
For my dear theclockiswrong , sorry I'm such a fail who has changed most of your prompts OTL I hope you still enjoy it (I cut the last piece, but if you still want to know what it is about, ask me and I'll show you XD). Dedicated to ninprime as well, for always showing her love towards paraSeven XD; and of course all of my fellow KyuWook lovers whim I love so much
Because I've always wanted to write painter Kyuhyun with model Ryeowook :x
watercolors
Kyuhyun couldn’t tear his eyes from Ryeowook as the latter sits at the edge of the bed, his back turns to the painter, the creamy skin of his neck was exposed as the model tilted his head down, fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and Kyuhyun gently bit down his lips when he saw the slender body shifted underneath the thin white material.
the piece of clothes then fell off his shoulders, Ryeowook shuddered a bit as the cool breeze brushed again his skin, and Kyuhyun found his body shuddered in the same accord. and there it hung, covering half of his back as the lower part of Ryeowook’s arms still tangled in the sleeves.
Ryeowook’s head tilted right as he looked at his wrist in an attempt to get the buttons of the cuff opened, and in the bright red light of the sunset his maroon hair looked reddish and milky white skin turned rosy, he looks so seraphic, like the kind of creature that is to live in paradise only; but there he was, in Kyuhyun’s room, on his bed, back exposed to his naked eyes; his skin looked like porcelain, white and smooth and would definitely feel wonderful under his fingertips…
“just leave it like that, you don’t need to take it off completely” Kyuhyun cleared his throat before his mind lead him to something more inappropriate, causing Ryeowook to turn around and look at him confusedly. gorgeously.
Kyuhyun wondered how these watercolors he used could do this beauty justice.
moonlight
in the silver moonlight, Ryeowook’s milky white skin looked smoother than ever.
Kyuhyun suddenly forgot all the desire that had been burning him inside as he looked at Ryeowook who was now wrapped in his white bedsheets staring at Kyuhyun, expression unreadable as it was a mix of affection, of desire, of something else Kyuhyun had yet to name and might never do, because at this point he couldn’t even keep his mind straight.
he stepped towards Ryeowook, his own bare skin was now shining as well in the dim light. hesitantly Kyuhyun brushed his fingers along Ryeowook’s cheek, and like a magic the porcelain skin turned into a delicate shade of pink, he is so warm and so real under his touch, this was absolutely not a dream, then what was he waiting for?
the white cloth fell swiftly onto the ground making a small ruffle sound, eventually.
let the instinct take over.
sunset
Kyuhyun felt lightheaded as he opened his eyes to the glow of the sky at sunset, his large room was beautifully lit in the reddish light, the familiar setting was reminiscence of the day when Ryeowook first came as his model; at the thought Kyuhyun furrowed his eyebrows, was it possible that last night was just a fantasy of his?
the blanket covering his body shifted a little, bringing Kyuhyun back to reality, the reality with Ryeowook lying next to him in his serene slumber, all kind of exquisite and engaging; the kind of beauty that stirred up in you the desire to discover more and more and more; and the moment you thought there was nothing left was also when you realized your soul was eternally captived.
and Kyuhyun knew, he was more than willing to become the prisoner in the jail that was this boy’s heart.
patterns
white as snow, smooth as silk, without even the smallest flaw, Ryeowook’s back was the finest canvas Kyuhyun had ever painted on; not with pencils, not with colors but his own fingers and lips as the paintbrushes.
there they lay on his bed, Kyuhyun’s head propped on his arms as fingertips met the other’s skin drawing strange invisible patterns on the flat back, it felt wonderfully soft and smooth and velvety like satin, only warmer and alive it sent a jolt of delight through his body; he smiled as Ryeowook squirmed, turning his head around to face him making little guttural noise that was wonderfully alluring, long lashes fluttered gracefully before his eyes sank shut again.
Kyuhyun lips curved up again in a crooked smile when he leaned down giving kisses on Ryeowook’s eyes, then down and down till his lips met the skin on his bare neck, Kyuhyun inhaled deeply the mixing aroma of his shampoo and cologne, enticingly sweet but still couldn’t compare to Ryeowook’s natural scent. a patch of skin was captured and mauled between his lips causing Ryeowook’s breath to hitch, “what are you doing?”
claiming you as mine was his answer, with visible patterns on your body, but Kyuhyun knew he didn’t have to state that out loud, between them there was no need for words.
the patterns would say it for him, after all.
butterfly
the first time he saw the tattoo, Kyuhyun was totally amazed.
it was small, no larger than two fingers put together, the butterfly tattoo on Ryeowook’s back, thin black lines stood out against his ivory skin. the painter had never imagined someone like Ryeowook could ever have a tattoo, innocent as he seemed.
that was a love mark, Ryeowook smiled seductively and Kyuhyun was taken aback, realizing he had been stroking the pattern subconsciously all this while.
for a moment he stayed silent.
Ryeowook reached out his hand to tangle it in Kyuhyun’s messy hair, it was a part I want to bury deep down inside my heart, but the mark is still here to remind me not to make the same mistake ever again. People do crazy things in their youth, you won’t judge me just by a tattoo will you?
Kyuhyun sighed, how many secrets do you have, Ryeowook? And behind that angelic face of your, how much of an evil you are???
Well, let’s see, Ryeowook whispered, hand slid down to Kyuhyun’s neck pulling him into a passionate kiss.
angel or devil, who really cared?
spring waltz
the first time we met, do you still remember?
Kyuhyun whispered softly to Ryeowook’s ears, their cheeks brushed against each other and the latter giggled, how can I forget, love, the first time ever a man ask me to be his dance partner?
it was during a spring dance at his friend’s place, and Kyuhyun who was bored with loud chattering and disco music escaped from the crowd to a quiet corner in the garden; the pleasant scent of spring filling in the air made him relaxed until he bumped into someone.
my mind totally went blank the moment I saw you, Kyuhyun put his right arms around the shorter’s waist, the other found Ryeowook’s and held it tightly; ever since that night you have won my heart, my mind, my soul, my everything. It only took a dance in the first place, such an uncanny power you’re bestowed with, jagiya
maybe I’m a wizard, maybe you’ve been enchanted? Ryeowook chuckled as they waltz around the floor, just like the first time, only less awkward; this time Kyuhyun didn’t step on his foot and he didn’t have to bite his lips to hold his laughter; now they were one.
once dance partner, forever partner.
Because I've always wanted to write painter Kyuhyun with model Ryeowook :x
watercolors
Kyuhyun couldn’t tear his eyes from Ryeowook as the latter sits at the edge of the bed, his back turns to the painter, the creamy skin of his neck was exposed as the model tilted his head down, fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and Kyuhyun gently bit down his lips when he saw the slender body shifted underneath the thin white material.
the piece of clothes then fell off his shoulders, Ryeowook shuddered a bit as the cool breeze brushed again his skin, and Kyuhyun found his body shuddered in the same accord. and there it hung, covering half of his back as the lower part of Ryeowook’s arms still tangled in the sleeves.
Ryeowook’s head tilted right as he looked at his wrist in an attempt to get the buttons of the cuff opened, and in the bright red light of the sunset his maroon hair looked reddish and milky white skin turned rosy, he looks so seraphic, like the kind of creature that is to live in paradise only; but there he was, in Kyuhyun’s room, on his bed, back exposed to his naked eyes; his skin looked like porcelain, white and smooth and would definitely feel wonderful under his fingertips…
“just leave it like that, you don’t need to take it off completely” Kyuhyun cleared his throat before his mind lead him to something more inappropriate, causing Ryeowook to turn around and look at him confusedly. gorgeously.
Kyuhyun wondered how these watercolors he used could do this beauty justice.
moonlight
in the silver moonlight, Ryeowook’s milky white skin looked smoother than ever.
Kyuhyun suddenly forgot all the desire that had been burning him inside as he looked at Ryeowook who was now wrapped in his white bedsheets staring at Kyuhyun, expression unreadable as it was a mix of affection, of desire, of something else Kyuhyun had yet to name and might never do, because at this point he couldn’t even keep his mind straight.
he stepped towards Ryeowook, his own bare skin was now shining as well in the dim light. hesitantly Kyuhyun brushed his fingers along Ryeowook’s cheek, and like a magic the porcelain skin turned into a delicate shade of pink, he is so warm and so real under his touch, this was absolutely not a dream, then what was he waiting for?
the white cloth fell swiftly onto the ground making a small ruffle sound, eventually.
let the instinct take over.
sunset
Kyuhyun felt lightheaded as he opened his eyes to the glow of the sky at sunset, his large room was beautifully lit in the reddish light, the familiar setting was reminiscence of the day when Ryeowook first came as his model; at the thought Kyuhyun furrowed his eyebrows, was it possible that last night was just a fantasy of his?
the blanket covering his body shifted a little, bringing Kyuhyun back to reality, the reality with Ryeowook lying next to him in his serene slumber, all kind of exquisite and engaging; the kind of beauty that stirred up in you the desire to discover more and more and more; and the moment you thought there was nothing left was also when you realized your soul was eternally captived.
and Kyuhyun knew, he was more than willing to become the prisoner in the jail that was this boy’s heart.
patterns
white as snow, smooth as silk, without even the smallest flaw, Ryeowook’s back was the finest canvas Kyuhyun had ever painted on; not with pencils, not with colors but his own fingers and lips as the paintbrushes.
there they lay on his bed, Kyuhyun’s head propped on his arms as fingertips met the other’s skin drawing strange invisible patterns on the flat back, it felt wonderfully soft and smooth and velvety like satin, only warmer and alive it sent a jolt of delight through his body; he smiled as Ryeowook squirmed, turning his head around to face him making little guttural noise that was wonderfully alluring, long lashes fluttered gracefully before his eyes sank shut again.
Kyuhyun lips curved up again in a crooked smile when he leaned down giving kisses on Ryeowook’s eyes, then down and down till his lips met the skin on his bare neck, Kyuhyun inhaled deeply the mixing aroma of his shampoo and cologne, enticingly sweet but still couldn’t compare to Ryeowook’s natural scent. a patch of skin was captured and mauled between his lips causing Ryeowook’s breath to hitch, “what are you doing?”
claiming you as mine was his answer, with visible patterns on your body, but Kyuhyun knew he didn’t have to state that out loud, between them there was no need for words.
the patterns would say it for him, after all.
butterfly
the first time he saw the tattoo, Kyuhyun was totally amazed.
it was small, no larger than two fingers put together, the butterfly tattoo on Ryeowook’s back, thin black lines stood out against his ivory skin. the painter had never imagined someone like Ryeowook could ever have a tattoo, innocent as he seemed.
that was a love mark, Ryeowook smiled seductively and Kyuhyun was taken aback, realizing he had been stroking the pattern subconsciously all this while.
for a moment he stayed silent.
Ryeowook reached out his hand to tangle it in Kyuhyun’s messy hair, it was a part I want to bury deep down inside my heart, but the mark is still here to remind me not to make the same mistake ever again. People do crazy things in their youth, you won’t judge me just by a tattoo will you?
Kyuhyun sighed, how many secrets do you have, Ryeowook? And behind that angelic face of your, how much of an evil you are???
Well, let’s see, Ryeowook whispered, hand slid down to Kyuhyun’s neck pulling him into a passionate kiss.
angel or devil, who really cared?
spring waltz
the first time we met, do you still remember?
Kyuhyun whispered softly to Ryeowook’s ears, their cheeks brushed against each other and the latter giggled, how can I forget, love, the first time ever a man ask me to be his dance partner?
it was during a spring dance at his friend’s place, and Kyuhyun who was bored with loud chattering and disco music escaped from the crowd to a quiet corner in the garden; the pleasant scent of spring filling in the air made him relaxed until he bumped into someone.
my mind totally went blank the moment I saw you, Kyuhyun put his right arms around the shorter’s waist, the other found Ryeowook’s and held it tightly; ever since that night you have won my heart, my mind, my soul, my everything. It only took a dance in the first place, such an uncanny power you’re bestowed with, jagiya
maybe I’m a wizard, maybe you’ve been enchanted? Ryeowook chuckled as they waltz around the floor, just like the first time, only less awkward; this time Kyuhyun didn’t step on his foot and he didn’t have to bite his lips to hold his laughter; now they were one.
once dance partner, forever partner.