Power Shift
Power Shift
YeTeuk, PWP, NC-17
1141 words
During the day, Eeteuk is happy and caring and motherly, Super Junior's umma and leader; but at night, Eeteuk melts away and Jungsu emerges, fierce and dominating, a certain coldness in his eyes.
And while Eeteuk is the kind of person Jongwoon has always pictured himself to fall in love with, it is Jungsu with that domineering nature that makes him hot, the cold indifference shooting shivers of pleasure down his spine. Because while Jungsu may be cold and detached, and seemingly uninterested with the rest of the world, only Jongwoon can bring out the unadulterated lust inside him and drive him on the verge of carnal frenzy.
And nothing gets Jongwoon off more than having power over the powerful.
So he comes into the man's room that night, as was his nightly habit, and follows his every order. He kneels, naked, looking up to Jungsu in reverence (because he does revere him when he comes, animalistic and beautiful and completely undone), hiding his amusement (it was easy, so easy, to make Jungsu think he has control).
"Please," Jongwoon begs, voice husky and dripping with want, just like how Jungsu wants it. "Please, let me suck your cock." He runs his hands up and down the older man's thighs, nuzzling them, rubbing his cheeks on the smooth skin.
He watches Jungsu's cock stiffen before him and moans at the sight.
“Do it, Jongwoon,” Jungsu commands. “Suck my cock.”
Jongwoon spares no second. He holds the manhood before him, one hand pumping in a slow, steady pace, the other scratching nails down Eeteuk‘s thigh. He licks the precum that drips on his thumb, Jungsu groaning at the action. He turns his attention back to Jungsu, and watches his face as he swirls his tongue around the head, teasing the underside with the tip of his tongue a bit before swallowing the head completely.
Jungsu’s hiss of delight shoots straight to his groin, and without giving Jungsu the opportunity to reign himself in, he releases the head from his mouth before engulfing the whole shaft completely, wet heat surrounding Jungsu. He sees the other man roll his head back and groan abandonedly, without a care for the other members in their respective rooms.
He pops the length in and out of his mouth, paying close attention to the frenum with his tongue. Jungsu undulates his hips, riding the wet cavern that is Jongwoon’s mouth. Knowing that the man is watching himself disappear between his lips, he pouts, and he tightens the grip he has on Jungsu with his swollen lips.
He then grabs the man’s hips and stops him from moving. Then, taking a deep breath, he swallows the thick member from tip to base tightly, and hums.
“Fuck,” Jungsu curses, the vibrations in Jongwoon’s throat making him dizzy with pleasure, before pulling himself out of Jongwoon’s delicious heat. “Fuck, get on the bed. Now.”
Jongwoon scrambles to get up and lays himself on his back in the middle of the bed, legs spread, just how Jungsu always wants him. He palms himself as he watches the other man take out the lube in his bedside table, cock bobbing with every movement. Jungsu coats his fingers with lube hurriedly before standing between his legs. The other man slaps his hand away from his erection and he mock-whimpers, knowing it will make the man smile.
His whimper turns real with the friction of Jungsu’s cock touching his own, the man grinding, rubbing their cocks together. He feels a cold finger playing around his entrance and gasps in pleasure when the digit enters him. Another finger soon follows after and they scissor, stretching him. Heat pools between Jongwoon’s thighs and his rod twitches, thickening impossibly more at the look of concentration and urgency on Jungsu. Grinning inwardly, he moves his hips and rides the digits while moaning wantonly.
“You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you, Jongwoon?” the man hisses, pleased with his actions, and drives a third finger deep into him, pushing Jongwoon to fist the sheets in pleasure.
“More, I want more,” he pleads.
“But I already have three fingers inside you, Jongwoon,” Jungsu says in feigned confusion. “What more do you want?” he asks with a cold glint in his eyes.
“I want your cock,” he sussurates, voice dripping with desire. “I want you deep inside me.” He roles his hips, rubbing himself on the other man.
Jungsu swiftly takes his fingers out of him and positions himself on top of Jongwoon. “Beg for it,” he commands, grazing his manhood on Jongwoon’s entrance.
“Fuck me, Jungsu,” he begs, voice so needy he almost fools himself into believing that’s all he wants. “Fuck me with your thick hard cock.”
“Whore,” he calls Jongwoon, and rams himself into him. His breath hitches at the feeling of being completely filled.
“Jesus, Jongwoon,” Jungsu curses, pivoting his hips. “I fuck you every night but you’re still so tight.”
Jungsu grazes his prostate with a thrust and he gasps in ecstasy, clenching his muscles. The older man curses again at the lush heat that surrounds him and slams himself inside again and again and again, creating a rhythm that drives Jongwoon exclaiming in delight and leaves Jungsu thrusting in reckless abandon.
Jongwoon clamps himself again and hears the other man hiss his name. Jungsu leans over him and their mouths clash, lips and tongues and teeth meeting, playing, bruising. Another moan escapes him when Jungsu’s tongue ravages his mouth in time with his thrusts. The older man lifts one of his legs on his shoulder, allowing him to plunge deeper into the hot passage and brushing his prostate continuously.
“So good, so good,“ Jongwoon moans. He is so close to the edge he almost can’t think straight, but needs one more push before he falls; he needs to make Jungsu come. And he knows exactly how to do it.
“Harder, Jungsu. Fuck, harder,“ he cries out. He scrapes his nails down the older man’s back and pushes his hips up as Jungsu drives himself down, meeting the man’s movements halfway, encasing the older man inside him tightly, fully.
Jungsu just mumbles incoherently and quickens his pace, ignoring the loud thumping of the headboard on the wall. Jongwoon clenches his muscles again and it proves too much for Jungsu; he bucks his hips, arches his back, and roars in rapture, spilling everything into Jongwoon.
Seeing the man come in euphoria and knowing that he is the reason behind it is the push Jongwoon needs, and he climaxes, gasping loudly, toes curling with the heady rush of bliss that erupts out of him yet also fills his entire being.
Cooling down, he looks at the dominant man utterly spent beside him on the bed, and smiles; having power over someone like Jungsu is just delectable.
/flops
Never again, Monica. Never ever ever ever.
YeTeuk, PWP, NC-17
1141 words
During the day, Eeteuk is happy and caring and motherly, Super Junior's umma and leader; but at night, Eeteuk melts away and Jungsu emerges, fierce and dominating, a certain coldness in his eyes.
And while Eeteuk is the kind of person Jongwoon has always pictured himself to fall in love with, it is Jungsu with that domineering nature that makes him hot, the cold indifference shooting shivers of pleasure down his spine. Because while Jungsu may be cold and detached, and seemingly uninterested with the rest of the world, only Jongwoon can bring out the unadulterated lust inside him and drive him on the verge of carnal frenzy.
And nothing gets Jongwoon off more than having power over the powerful.
So he comes into the man's room that night, as was his nightly habit, and follows his every order. He kneels, naked, looking up to Jungsu in reverence (because he does revere him when he comes, animalistic and beautiful and completely undone), hiding his amusement (it was easy, so easy, to make Jungsu think he has control).
"Please," Jongwoon begs, voice husky and dripping with want, just like how Jungsu wants it. "Please, let me suck your cock." He runs his hands up and down the older man's thighs, nuzzling them, rubbing his cheeks on the smooth skin.
He watches Jungsu's cock stiffen before him and moans at the sight.
“Do it, Jongwoon,” Jungsu commands. “Suck my cock.”
Jongwoon spares no second. He holds the manhood before him, one hand pumping in a slow, steady pace, the other scratching nails down Eeteuk‘s thigh. He licks the precum that drips on his thumb, Jungsu groaning at the action. He turns his attention back to Jungsu, and watches his face as he swirls his tongue around the head, teasing the underside with the tip of his tongue a bit before swallowing the head completely.
Jungsu’s hiss of delight shoots straight to his groin, and without giving Jungsu the opportunity to reign himself in, he releases the head from his mouth before engulfing the whole shaft completely, wet heat surrounding Jungsu. He sees the other man roll his head back and groan abandonedly, without a care for the other members in their respective rooms.
He pops the length in and out of his mouth, paying close attention to the frenum with his tongue. Jungsu undulates his hips, riding the wet cavern that is Jongwoon’s mouth. Knowing that the man is watching himself disappear between his lips, he pouts, and he tightens the grip he has on Jungsu with his swollen lips.
He then grabs the man’s hips and stops him from moving. Then, taking a deep breath, he swallows the thick member from tip to base tightly, and hums.
“Fuck,” Jungsu curses, the vibrations in Jongwoon’s throat making him dizzy with pleasure, before pulling himself out of Jongwoon’s delicious heat. “Fuck, get on the bed. Now.”
Jongwoon scrambles to get up and lays himself on his back in the middle of the bed, legs spread, just how Jungsu always wants him. He palms himself as he watches the other man take out the lube in his bedside table, cock bobbing with every movement. Jungsu coats his fingers with lube hurriedly before standing between his legs. The other man slaps his hand away from his erection and he mock-whimpers, knowing it will make the man smile.
His whimper turns real with the friction of Jungsu’s cock touching his own, the man grinding, rubbing their cocks together. He feels a cold finger playing around his entrance and gasps in pleasure when the digit enters him. Another finger soon follows after and they scissor, stretching him. Heat pools between Jongwoon’s thighs and his rod twitches, thickening impossibly more at the look of concentration and urgency on Jungsu. Grinning inwardly, he moves his hips and rides the digits while moaning wantonly.
“You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you, Jongwoon?” the man hisses, pleased with his actions, and drives a third finger deep into him, pushing Jongwoon to fist the sheets in pleasure.
“More, I want more,” he pleads.
“But I already have three fingers inside you, Jongwoon,” Jungsu says in feigned confusion. “What more do you want?” he asks with a cold glint in his eyes.
“I want your cock,” he sussurates, voice dripping with desire. “I want you deep inside me.” He roles his hips, rubbing himself on the other man.
Jungsu swiftly takes his fingers out of him and positions himself on top of Jongwoon. “Beg for it,” he commands, grazing his manhood on Jongwoon’s entrance.
“Fuck me, Jungsu,” he begs, voice so needy he almost fools himself into believing that’s all he wants. “Fuck me with your thick hard cock.”
“Whore,” he calls Jongwoon, and rams himself into him. His breath hitches at the feeling of being completely filled.
“Jesus, Jongwoon,” Jungsu curses, pivoting his hips. “I fuck you every night but you’re still so tight.”
Jungsu grazes his prostate with a thrust and he gasps in ecstasy, clenching his muscles. The older man curses again at the lush heat that surrounds him and slams himself inside again and again and again, creating a rhythm that drives Jongwoon exclaiming in delight and leaves Jungsu thrusting in reckless abandon.
Jongwoon clamps himself again and hears the other man hiss his name. Jungsu leans over him and their mouths clash, lips and tongues and teeth meeting, playing, bruising. Another moan escapes him when Jungsu’s tongue ravages his mouth in time with his thrusts. The older man lifts one of his legs on his shoulder, allowing him to plunge deeper into the hot passage and brushing his prostate continuously.
“So good, so good,“ Jongwoon moans. He is so close to the edge he almost can’t think straight, but needs one more push before he falls; he needs to make Jungsu come. And he knows exactly how to do it.
“Harder, Jungsu. Fuck, harder,“ he cries out. He scrapes his nails down the older man’s back and pushes his hips up as Jungsu drives himself down, meeting the man’s movements halfway, encasing the older man inside him tightly, fully.
Jungsu just mumbles incoherently and quickens his pace, ignoring the loud thumping of the headboard on the wall. Jongwoon clenches his muscles again and it proves too much for Jungsu; he bucks his hips, arches his back, and roars in rapture, spilling everything into Jongwoon.
Seeing the man come in euphoria and knowing that he is the reason behind it is the push Jongwoon needs, and he climaxes, gasping loudly, toes curling with the heady rush of bliss that erupts out of him yet also fills his entire being.
Cooling down, he looks at the dominant man utterly spent beside him on the bed, and smiles; having power over someone like Jungsu is just delectable.
/flops
Never again, Monica. Never ever ever ever.