On the Other Side of You (8/?)
Title: On the Other Side of You, Chapter 8
Rating: NC17 LEMON LEMON LEMON warning.
Summary: Yunho and Youngwoong go for a drive.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Sorry that this took longer then expected. Uni work is piling up, and I focused on finishing off Grace Fallen rather then getting this out. Plus, I’m a bit over the writing-of-sex. ^^; Anyway, I see this finishing in maybe 4 chapters. Uhm. Maybe. *shifty look*
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LEMON LEMON LEMON warning.
It was 11:30pm and Yunho found Youngwoong sitting at the bar of Dead End, the trendy club down the road from Sky. It was a slightly older crowd there, and a little more up market. Not that this particularly mattered to Yunho, who was just there for one person. Youngwoong had chosen the place, after Yunho asked when they would see each other next. The sexy young man had also given him another stipulation for their meeting, and it was only one Double Black later that Youngwoong brought it up.
“Did you bring your car?” He asked, watching Yunho from the corner of his eyes as he licked the salt splayed across his hand in a lurid manner that made Yunho stare. Youngwoong had slammed down the shot before Yunho was able to answer, and even then, it was an absent sort of nod as his eyes fixated on the way Youngwoong’s throat moved as he swallowed. Wiping a stray drop of alcohol from his lip with a finger and sucking on it thoughtfully, the boy slid around on the stool, giving Yunho a pleased little tilt of his lips. “Mm. Good boy.” He praised, patting Yunho’s cheek and sliding out of his seat. He sank into the space between Yunho’s legs, running his hands up Yunho’s thighs and to his hips, raising his head to draw the other into a kiss. Yunho let himself drown in it as always, floating on the pleasure of Youngwoong’s mouth, his lips and tongue and the feeling of his hands running up Yunho’s back. He could taste the sharp tang of alcohol on the other’s tongue, just adding to the heady sensuality of the kiss. He was just moving to gather Youngwoong closer to his body when the boy broke away, giving him an amused open mouth grin, tongue playing with the line of his teeth teasingly as he stepped backwards, walking away from the bar. He beckoned with one finger to Yunho, who was staring in surprise at Youngwoong’s other hand, on which a very familiar set of keys was swinging.
Laughing, Youngwoong turned completely and began to walk out of the club, hips swinging enticingly. Yunho watched dumbly until someone stepped between them, abruptly waking him from his trance, where upon he scrambled up and out of the club, trotting to try and catch up with the teasing little minx.
He only managed it halfway down the block from Dead End’s entrance, Youngwoong standing on the footpath and observing the surrounding area as he pressed the button on Yunho’s car key. A little ways away, the yellow lights of a car lit up for a few seconds, and Youngwoong immediately headed towards it. He cast a momentary glance over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at Yunho as if to ask if he was coming or not.
“Wait a sec-”
“Nope. C’mon, we’re going out.” Youngwoong said, voice almost sing-songing over the words as his hips kept on swaying down the road. He only stopped once he reached Yunho’s car, and spent a few moments looking over the vehicle appreciatively. He whistled lowly. “That’s one sexy piece of machinery you have, Yunnie-ah.” Youngwoong said huskily, licking his lips. “Let’s see if she drives as smooth as she looks.”
Before Yunho could even properly process this remark, Youngwoong had popped open the driver’s door and slid into the seat. Yunho scrambled to try to get to him and haul him out (no way was anyone but Yunho driving!), but before he could even get halfway there, the roar of the engine caused him to dart backwards just as quickly and dive into the passenger seat. Just in the nick of time too, because even as he was shutting the door, Youngwoong was backing out of the parking spot, swinging out into the street with deft steering but at a speed that set Yunho’s already rapidly beating heart into near palpitations.
“Holy- Slow down Youngwoong!” He yelped, scrambling for his seatbelt while Youngwoong stepped down on the accelerator, going way too fast for the small lane they were in.
Yunho’s huge eyes cringed away from the sight viewable from the windshield, instead looking over and Youngwoong to see just what the hell the other boy thought he was doing. It appeared however, that Youngwoong was having the time of his life. His mouth was curved into another open-mouthed smile, his tongue resting on the corner of his mouth as he maneuvered the steering wheel adeptly. He was a skilled driver it seemed, but also a careless one, the car darting between the small amount of traffic in smooth arcs.
“You know I don’t tend to just let people drive my car.” Yunho said somewhat bemusedly as they sped down the main street, Yunho not wanting to know exactly how speedily. “Or even sit in it, most generally.” He tacked on under his breath, though Youngwoong’s wicked grin shot his way might have indicated that he'd actually heard.
“Really now? Don’t I just feel special then?” Youngwoong drawled, taking a sharp right hand turn that made Yunho grip the arm rest of his door fiercely. Whether to stop himself slamming into it, or to stop himself reaching over and trying to wrestle control from the absolutely gorgeous boy in the drivers seat who also seemed to happen to be a complete lunatic driver, he wasn’t sure. It may also have been a reaction to a burst of pure panic. There was a vague thought in Yunho’s head about where they were going, but most of him was more pre-occupied about if they were going to make it there in one piece.
There were not so many people out and about, thankfully, and they made quick time through the streets - Youngwoong avoiding many of the traffic lights that would have slowed him down. Looking out the window at the speedily passing scenery, Yunho noticed that they were out of the center of the city and heading through the outskirts. In a moment, they’d be out of the city altogether.
“Okay, let’s see what this baby can really do…” Youngwoong purred, hands caressing over the steering wheel in a manner that would have caused Yunho to harden, had he not been incredibly concerned for not only the safety of his precious car, but also for his life in general. A second later, he didn’t have any piece of mind at all to appreciate Youngwoong’s appreciation of his car.
They hit the highway, and Youngwoong’s foot hit the floor. The needle on the speedometer slowly arced around the numbered gauge, coming over the mid point and down on the other side. Yunho’s white-knuckled grip on the seat and arm rest got even tighter, and some vague part of him that wasn’t cowering in fright and dying of adrenalin thought that he might well rip the upholstery.
The ride was smooth, but Yunho felt the power of the car being tested, perhaps pushed harder then he himself had ever had the guts to try before. Youngwoong swiftly overtook any other cars in their path, winding up through some road that was taking them up a hill slow sloping hill. Yunho was just glad that there were no apparent cliffs in sight.
His relief was short lived though when Youngwoong took an abrupt turning at what appeared to be near the top of the hill, dragging them off into a dark lane and leaving billows of dust in the darkness as they drove down it. Thankfully, he slowed, the bumpy road might else wise have launched them into one of the large trees lining the 'road'.
And then there was a cliff.
Luckily, it seemed Youngwoong was not quite that crazy, and the car pulled to a halting, skidding stop on the dirt and grass, and Yunho finally was able to peel his frozen, clawed hands from the upholstery. Wiggling his fingers to return their feeling, he took a deep, steadying breath, and turned to look over at Youngwoong, speechless at his insanity.
Youngwoong smirked, turning off the engine but leaving the headlights on so that they could see. He leant across the gear stick, and while at first Yunho thought he was going to climb atop of him right there in the passenger’s seat, he instead popped open the glove box and began rummaging around inside.
“You’ve got one seriously boring glove box, babe.” Youngwoong said as he shoved a manual out of the way. There was nothing interesting in it at all… but it did yield something of use, and Youngwoong pulled back holding a small metal tube of generic hand cream. He tapped it to his lips and winked at Yunho before sliding out of the car seat and slamming the door shut. It took Yunho a while to gather enough wits to exit the car himself, by which time Youngwoong had taken a small walk around the clearing, and was peering over the cliff, without any apparent fear of falling straight off it.
“Youngwoong!” Yunho yelled, his heart jumping as the pretty boy leaned further over the edge. “Come away from there!” He urged, afraid to actually get close enough to drag the other back. Heights were really not his thing.
Youngwoong looked up and back at Yunho, dimly illuminated by the edge of the car’s headlights, his face shadowed oddly.
“Yes, mum.” He replied with a smirk, casually straightening and sauntering back over to the car.
“You’re insane.” Yunho said with a shake of his head, and Youngwoong’s smirk widened.
“Yeah?” He asked, putting a hand on Yunho’s chest and trailing it over the fabric teasingly. Yunho’s breath caught, and he grabbed the wandering fingers in his own hand.
“Yeah.” He agreed. He used his other hand to tuck the wind-blown locks of Youngwoong’s hair back behind his ear. A few strands slid free immediately, shadowing Youngwoong’s large eyes. “What are we doing here?” Yunho asked eventually, as the other boy shimmied closer to him, his body warm against the crisp chill of the wind.
“Hm. What do you think we’re doing, hon?” Youngwoong purred, thrusting against his thigh slightly. He laughed when Yunho gasped, and pulled away from the taller’s grip, walking backwards into the car bonnet, where he hoisted himself easily to sit on the shiny surface, the headlights streaming out from either side of his form.
Yunho took a step towards him, intent on finding his warmth again, but Youngwoong held up a finger to halt him.
Youngwoong smiled devilishly, tongue poking out the side of his mouth as he ran a hand down the front of his chest, teasingly playing with the hem of his shirt before sliding it up to reveal his taught stomach that was quivering slightly at his excitement. He caressed his own stomach lightly for a few long moments, eyelids heavy as he stared directly into Yunho’s eyes. The fabric of his shirt inched higher, fingers playing with his own nipples before letting one hand creep down the line of his stomach to his low slung pants. He teasingly dipped his fingers under the waistband a few times, and then popped open the button. Leaning back on his other arm, displaying his gorgeous body nicely over the top of the sexy car’s bonnet, he closed his eyes and let out a low moan as he nudged the fly of his pants down, the zip clicking over each spur slowly. Finally, the V of his pants hung open, and the abundance of pale skin killed Yunho, making him swallow thickly and clench his hands.
“Uhnn…” Youngwoong’s sexy little noises drew Yunho’s eyes back to the pretty face, to find the other boy’s lust filled eyes fixed on him. He grinned at Yunho and slowly spread his legs into a wide V of their own, his feet propped against the bumper. He then licked his lips and waited.
Yunho didn’t have to be told twice, and he was on Youngwoong in a flash, all hands and tongue as he ravaged that seductive mouth and pawed at the soft skin below him. He ran his hands roughly over Youngwoong’s sides, feeling the skin pulse under his touch and feeling the jump of his stomach as his fingers tickled close to the base of his arousal, fingers diving into his jeans. Both hands slid down and around, coming to cup the plump cheeks inside the pants, squeezing both. Youngwoong let out a laugh into his mouth, grinding up against the arousal that Yunho was pushing against him.
They rocked harshly against each other, thick denim of their pants rough on aching arousals. Youngwoong made pleased little gasping noises with every thrust, his slim waist arching into a high bridge to mold himself against Yunho.
Needing more, and totally impatient, Yunho eventually managed to rip himself away, after momentarily dousing his need with a brutal kiss that left them both panting. Stepping away slightly, he unbuckled his own jeans, letting them slip down low on his hips as he reached once more for Youngwoong’s temptation. The siren was watching him with heavy-lidded eyes, a predatory grin still flitting on his lips. Yunho ran a hand over the open fly, cupping the arousal inside for a moment while Youngwoong writhed. Then with a growl, he tugged the boy upwards roughly with a firm grip on his waist.
“Up.” He demanded, wanting the pants off, and now. Youngwoong let out one last heavy mewl before acquiescing, pushing down on his heals and leaning back on his elbows to slowly slide his hips upwards, the movement obscene in it’s invitation. Yunho groaned at the sight, and did not hesitate in pulling down the tight denim, sliding it over strong thighs to bunch against Youngwoong’s calves. Lowering himself to spread across the bonnet, Youngwoong kicked out each foot, levering off his shoes against the bumper of the car, the jeans sliding off him easily in their wake. Yunho had found out that Youngwoong never deigned to wear underwear.
Yunho took only a moment to appreciate the sight of the half-naked pale nymph displayed over his car, so much more sexy and alluring then any busty car model that usually was seen draped over such machinery, before he couldn’t keep his hands to himself anymore. Youngwoong’s legs twined around Yunho’s hips as their bodies met, the heat between them building by the second. Youngwoong’s hands roamed over Yunho’s jeans-clad ass, squeezing it playfully. Yunho let out a deep groan into his mouth, and slid his hands up Youngwoong’s chest, gliding over the smooth skin and pulling the fabric of his shirt up to bunch under his arms.
Their bruising kiss parted long enough for the garment to be removed, Youngwoong’s tricky hands pulling off Yunho’s own top at the same time. Chilled finger tips immediately ghosted over Yunho’s chest, touching and caressing and causing his desire to burn ever hotter. Youngwoong’s hands wandered one again, and Yunho felt the fingers digging through the denim of his jeans, pulling him free. His jeans slipped a little further, and his painful erection was cradled up against Youngwoong’s abdomen as the other boy pressed himself closer, nipping on Yunho’s neck predatorily.
The cool metal hand cream tube was pressed into his fingers, and after some awkward maneuvering so that he could keep Youngwoong in his arms while unscrewing the tube, he had his fingers slicked and Youngwoong himself seemed more then ready. Another shift, and the sexy boy let out a small gasp at the intrusion, which melted into a silky moan as Yunho continued to prepare him.
Both were impatient though, and Youngwoong was never one to be fussy about thoroughness, so it wasn’t so long until Youngwoong bit into Yunho’s ear lobe fiercely and demanded he get on with it. Eager to please, Yunho shifted them again, hoisting Youngwoong higher on the edge of the bonnet and then pushed himself inside the hot, welcoming heat, Youngwoong’s passage parting easily for the intrusion.
Youngwoong’s head snapped back, a loud appreciative moan echoing through the night as he was filled. Yunho bit his cheek, the erotic sound going straight to his already highly stimulated arousal. He withdrew slightly, only to slam back into Youngwoong’s more then willing body. He managed a few more strokes before he had to stop momentarily, the excitement and pleasure nearly too much.
“Don’t stop hon, you’re doing fiiiine~.” Youngwoong purred, urging Yunho forward again with a squeeze of his legs. Yunho groaned, gritting his teeth as he slid back into Youngwoong’s heat whilst he desperately tried to keep himself from releasing far too soon.
Youngwoong let out an excited, pleased yip as Yunho slammed forward into him, arching his back and opening his mouth to pant wantonly as pleasure coursed through his body. He urged Yunho on, arms and legs drawing the other to him and into him.
Yunho pistoned in and out of the other’s slick, tight tunnel, biting his lip to keep back the loud curses that bubbled up his throat, fighting to get out with every incredible stroke into Youngwoong’s inferno.
“UHN, c’mon… You know I like it fast, baby.” Youngwoong moaned out, wrapping his arms around Yunho’s neck and sucking hard on the line of Yunho’s jaw. His body was curled, allowing Yunho full access while still being able to bite into the other’s skin. Yunho made a grunt of surprise and pain as the white teeth pulled hard at the side of his throat, the sting of it meeting his pleasure head on. Blunt nails raked down his back, red tracks left in their wake, Yunho’s nerves singing at the stimulation.
He retaliated in kind, his grip tightening and his thrusts deepening, Youngwong being most literally pounded into the car, which was now slick with his perspiration. The roughness just seemed to fuel Youngwoong’s lust however, his noises of pleasure only ever increasing in volume and delight. A constant litany of coarse, vivid language spilled from his lips, whispers and loud cries to take him faster, harder, to use him, to not hold back.
Yunho didn't hold back, couldn’t hold back, and then the whole thing was over, way too soon, with the pair of them collapsing against the bonnet of the car, still connected and totally boneless.
“Who are you?” Yunho’s voice was strained and little more then a whisper into the night, his chest still heaving with the rush of pleasure and breathlessness the encounter had given him. Youngwoong shifted under him slightly, their bodies sliding with sweat.
“Who do you want me to be?” Came back, equally smoky in tone. Yunho could see the damp, kiss-swollen, slightly parted lips as Youngwoong turned his head towards Yunho, deep chocolate eyes fathomless and so damn mysterious. Yunho felt like he was in a fog, everything somewhat surreal and foreign.
“I want you to be real.” The answer fell unbidden from his lips, and Yunho wasn’t sure where they came from, but he knew it was true. He desperately wanted Youngwoong to be real - to stop being this beautiful siren of the night, a wraith that Yunho could never quite grab hold of properly, that kept slipping through his fingers after every encounter. He wanted Youngwoong to be solid and tangible and meet him when it didn’t involve a dark club and sex and alcohol. Not that any of those were bad things, because Yunho enjoyed all three very much… but he wanted more.
“I am real. I’m right in front of you.” Youngwoong returned, nipping the skin where his jaw met his ear with blunt teeth, his warm breath tickling the short hairs across his neck. Yunho’s grip tightened around Youngwoong’s waist momentarily, as if to confirm to himself that the other boy was indeed there and not just a figment of his imagination.
Yunho’s philosophical yearnings were interrupted when Youngwoong shoved him off, crushed under his weight and uncomfortably sticky. The pale boy rolled off the car, collecting his clothes and hopping into his jeans again. The hand cream had been sacrificed to their fervor, lost in the night, but Youngwoong found the keys on the ground by the wheel. He swung them impatiently on his finger as he waited for Yunho to zip himself up, the taller man as usual having taken more time to come down from his high. Plus, of course, the curve of Youngwoong’s hip and bottom were entirely too attractive to not watch as he dressed.
Youngwoong tossed Yunho the keys, the latter having to react quickly not to catch the heavy metal ring and keys straight in the face.
“You drive back.” Youngwoong instructed, smiling guilelessly. Yunho narrowed his eyes, wondering what the boy was up to. Youngwoong didn’t do innocent. And Yunho had anticipated another hair-raising reckless race through the city to get back. So it was with some suspicion that he slid into the driver’s seat, adjusting the seat and mirrors. He shot Youngwoong a questioning look, but the other just gave him a small smirk in return, before looking out the window purposefully.
It wasn’t until they’d hit the highway again that Yunho found out that innocent faces really shouldn’t be trusted.
It started out with just his hand. He shot a glance over to the other boy once more when he felt Youngwoong’s warm - hot even - hand sliding over his thigh and between his legs, rubbing in a none-too-innocent manner. Yunho shifted uncomfortably a little, hoping to dislodge the wandering fingers, but Youngwoong only began to squeeze his inner thigh lightly.
“Youngwoong…” He said warningly, trying to keep his eyes on the road.
“Mm, yes, Yunho?” Was Youngwoong’s distracted reply, his voice husky already.
“Youngwoong, I’m driving.” He insisted. He could practically hear the wicked grin in response however, and the click of a seat belt unbuckling beside him made him turn to look.
Youngwoong was biting his lip, that wicked grin he’d heard stretched across his sinful mouth. His eyes fixed on Yunho’s, and his tongue flickered out teasingly.
“I know.” Was all he said, and before Yunho could protest, he had reached over, and his nimble little fingers had popped loose the button of his jeans, a nail pushing down his zip. Soft fingers pushed apart the denim, sinking into the exposed ‘V’ that the fly made. Yunho gulped, audibly, and reached down to grab hold of Youngwoong’s arm, thinking to remove the naughty hand.
“Youngwoong! I don’t think -” But he was too late, and the other boy had already managed to curl his hand around Yunho’s rapidly awakening arousal. Yunho gave out an involuntary moan, before the warm hand even had time to do anything but tighten its grip slightly.
“I think you’re thinking with the wrong head, Yunho.” Youngwoong’s sex-laden whisper was almost to his ear, and he suddenly realized the crazy boy had folded himself over the gear stick to get closer. Yunho’s eyes widened as the warm breath moved from his ear to his neck and then further down still.
“YOUNGWOONG!” Yunho’s bellow was half panic, half moan as he grappled to keep his eyes open and his mind at least partially in gear so that the car didn’t go careening straight off the road (or worse).
Youngwoong himself seemed totally oblivious or unconcerned about the precarious position he was bringing them both two, and he continued to flickered his tongue over Yunho in a way that was undoubtedly highly illegal. Yunho could feel the little giggle the boy gave out over his arousal, and he could definitely feel the warm mouth that closed over the tip of his length and forced another strangled cry from Yunho’s throat.
“FU-ck, Youngwo- I’m going to fucking crash the fucking car!” Expletives fell like rain from Yunho’s lips as his mind began to wander south, leaving very little to control himself or the car.
This time Youngwoong’s laugh was not only felt, but heard, the crazy boy freeing his mouth long enough to let out the soft barks of pure laughter. He then nipped Yunho’s pelvis, his teeth dragging over the highly sensitive skin before clicking together with a sharp pinch over a small amount of said skin. Yunho yelped, and the car did an abrupt swerve to the left before righting itself into the middle of the lane again. It was a damn good thing there weren’t many people on the road this time of night, as Yunho was sure he would have crashed into someone by now. Or been arrested for public indecency.
Youngwoong pressed a wet kiss to the tip of Yunho’s erection, his rough little tongue lapping at the length of it in small motions, making Yunho’s grip on the steering wheel go completely white-knuckled.
He let out a guttural groan when the little minx found a particularly sensitive spot, laving at it unmercifully. Yunho reached down, grabbing a handful of Youngwoong’s silky hair and pulling him back forcefully.
“Stop.” He demanded. Youngwoong just grinned ferally at him, licking his lips lasciviously.
“No.” Was Youngwoong’s simple reply. “I don’t want to.” He smirked, fisting Yunho, giving him a little squeeze and eliciting another involuntary groan. “I don’t think you want me to either.” He sat up a little though, nuzzling in under Yunho’s neck and tickling his collar bone with a long lick across the skin. His lust-laden eyes swept upwards to look at Yunho, his fingers playing teasingly along Yunho’s very stiff arousal.
“Up to you, Yunnie,” The pet name was purred out like liquid sex, the words rushing over Yunho’s skin in puffs, sending shivers through him. “You can keep driving, and I’ll just… mmm… take care of business…” Another squeeze, and a small moan. “Or you can pull over and take me to the back seat.”
Youngwoong’s self satisfied smirk was all he needed, and the next second, Yunho had steered off the road and into some scrubby field. Laughing, Youngwoong gave him another squeeze before Yunho was shoving him back through the gap in the seats until the pale, sexy young man was sprawled across the back seats like some sort of god, waiting to be worshiped. And Yunho was only too pleased to do so.
The sex was rough and wild and carefree, Youngwoong’s loud, fevered cries echoing through the relatively still night as Yunho struggled just to keep up with the seemingly insatiable siren.
And right there, out in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of his second mind blowing orgasm for the night, Yunho felt like he was drowning.
Note: On speedometers. I’m not sure how US cars are set up, but here, and in many other countries with km/hr on the dial, 120km is often set at the top of the arch, and then it goes down to 220 at the bottom right. Not that any run-of-the-mill car can really get up to that speed readily! ^^; So they’re doing something over 120, probably like 150km/hr. 120 km is about 75 miles, 150 is 93 miles.
Rating: NC17 LEMON LEMON LEMON warning.
Summary: Yunho and Youngwoong go for a drive.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Sorry that this took longer then expected. Uni work is piling up, and I focused on finishing off Grace Fallen rather then getting this out. Plus, I’m a bit over the writing-of-sex. ^^; Anyway, I see this finishing in maybe 4 chapters. Uhm. Maybe. *shifty look*
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LEMON LEMON LEMON warning.
It was 11:30pm and Yunho found Youngwoong sitting at the bar of Dead End, the trendy club down the road from Sky. It was a slightly older crowd there, and a little more up market. Not that this particularly mattered to Yunho, who was just there for one person. Youngwoong had chosen the place, after Yunho asked when they would see each other next. The sexy young man had also given him another stipulation for their meeting, and it was only one Double Black later that Youngwoong brought it up.
“Did you bring your car?” He asked, watching Yunho from the corner of his eyes as he licked the salt splayed across his hand in a lurid manner that made Yunho stare. Youngwoong had slammed down the shot before Yunho was able to answer, and even then, it was an absent sort of nod as his eyes fixated on the way Youngwoong’s throat moved as he swallowed. Wiping a stray drop of alcohol from his lip with a finger and sucking on it thoughtfully, the boy slid around on the stool, giving Yunho a pleased little tilt of his lips. “Mm. Good boy.” He praised, patting Yunho’s cheek and sliding out of his seat. He sank into the space between Yunho’s legs, running his hands up Yunho’s thighs and to his hips, raising his head to draw the other into a kiss. Yunho let himself drown in it as always, floating on the pleasure of Youngwoong’s mouth, his lips and tongue and the feeling of his hands running up Yunho’s back. He could taste the sharp tang of alcohol on the other’s tongue, just adding to the heady sensuality of the kiss. He was just moving to gather Youngwoong closer to his body when the boy broke away, giving him an amused open mouth grin, tongue playing with the line of his teeth teasingly as he stepped backwards, walking away from the bar. He beckoned with one finger to Yunho, who was staring in surprise at Youngwoong’s other hand, on which a very familiar set of keys was swinging.
Laughing, Youngwoong turned completely and began to walk out of the club, hips swinging enticingly. Yunho watched dumbly until someone stepped between them, abruptly waking him from his trance, where upon he scrambled up and out of the club, trotting to try and catch up with the teasing little minx.
He only managed it halfway down the block from Dead End’s entrance, Youngwoong standing on the footpath and observing the surrounding area as he pressed the button on Yunho’s car key. A little ways away, the yellow lights of a car lit up for a few seconds, and Youngwoong immediately headed towards it. He cast a momentary glance over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at Yunho as if to ask if he was coming or not.
“Wait a sec-”
“Nope. C’mon, we’re going out.” Youngwoong said, voice almost sing-songing over the words as his hips kept on swaying down the road. He only stopped once he reached Yunho’s car, and spent a few moments looking over the vehicle appreciatively. He whistled lowly. “That’s one sexy piece of machinery you have, Yunnie-ah.” Youngwoong said huskily, licking his lips. “Let’s see if she drives as smooth as she looks.”
Before Yunho could even properly process this remark, Youngwoong had popped open the driver’s door and slid into the seat. Yunho scrambled to try to get to him and haul him out (no way was anyone but Yunho driving!), but before he could even get halfway there, the roar of the engine caused him to dart backwards just as quickly and dive into the passenger seat. Just in the nick of time too, because even as he was shutting the door, Youngwoong was backing out of the parking spot, swinging out into the street with deft steering but at a speed that set Yunho’s already rapidly beating heart into near palpitations.
“Holy- Slow down Youngwoong!” He yelped, scrambling for his seatbelt while Youngwoong stepped down on the accelerator, going way too fast for the small lane they were in.
Yunho’s huge eyes cringed away from the sight viewable from the windshield, instead looking over and Youngwoong to see just what the hell the other boy thought he was doing. It appeared however, that Youngwoong was having the time of his life. His mouth was curved into another open-mouthed smile, his tongue resting on the corner of his mouth as he maneuvered the steering wheel adeptly. He was a skilled driver it seemed, but also a careless one, the car darting between the small amount of traffic in smooth arcs.
“You know I don’t tend to just let people drive my car.” Yunho said somewhat bemusedly as they sped down the main street, Yunho not wanting to know exactly how speedily. “Or even sit in it, most generally.” He tacked on under his breath, though Youngwoong’s wicked grin shot his way might have indicated that he'd actually heard.
“Really now? Don’t I just feel special then?” Youngwoong drawled, taking a sharp right hand turn that made Yunho grip the arm rest of his door fiercely. Whether to stop himself slamming into it, or to stop himself reaching over and trying to wrestle control from the absolutely gorgeous boy in the drivers seat who also seemed to happen to be a complete lunatic driver, he wasn’t sure. It may also have been a reaction to a burst of pure panic. There was a vague thought in Yunho’s head about where they were going, but most of him was more pre-occupied about if they were going to make it there in one piece.
There were not so many people out and about, thankfully, and they made quick time through the streets - Youngwoong avoiding many of the traffic lights that would have slowed him down. Looking out the window at the speedily passing scenery, Yunho noticed that they were out of the center of the city and heading through the outskirts. In a moment, they’d be out of the city altogether.
“Okay, let’s see what this baby can really do…” Youngwoong purred, hands caressing over the steering wheel in a manner that would have caused Yunho to harden, had he not been incredibly concerned for not only the safety of his precious car, but also for his life in general. A second later, he didn’t have any piece of mind at all to appreciate Youngwoong’s appreciation of his car.
They hit the highway, and Youngwoong’s foot hit the floor. The needle on the speedometer slowly arced around the numbered gauge, coming over the mid point and down on the other side. Yunho’s white-knuckled grip on the seat and arm rest got even tighter, and some vague part of him that wasn’t cowering in fright and dying of adrenalin thought that he might well rip the upholstery.
The ride was smooth, but Yunho felt the power of the car being tested, perhaps pushed harder then he himself had ever had the guts to try before. Youngwoong swiftly overtook any other cars in their path, winding up through some road that was taking them up a hill slow sloping hill. Yunho was just glad that there were no apparent cliffs in sight.
His relief was short lived though when Youngwoong took an abrupt turning at what appeared to be near the top of the hill, dragging them off into a dark lane and leaving billows of dust in the darkness as they drove down it. Thankfully, he slowed, the bumpy road might else wise have launched them into one of the large trees lining the 'road'.
And then there was a cliff.
Luckily, it seemed Youngwoong was not quite that crazy, and the car pulled to a halting, skidding stop on the dirt and grass, and Yunho finally was able to peel his frozen, clawed hands from the upholstery. Wiggling his fingers to return their feeling, he took a deep, steadying breath, and turned to look over at Youngwoong, speechless at his insanity.
Youngwoong smirked, turning off the engine but leaving the headlights on so that they could see. He leant across the gear stick, and while at first Yunho thought he was going to climb atop of him right there in the passenger’s seat, he instead popped open the glove box and began rummaging around inside.
“You’ve got one seriously boring glove box, babe.” Youngwoong said as he shoved a manual out of the way. There was nothing interesting in it at all… but it did yield something of use, and Youngwoong pulled back holding a small metal tube of generic hand cream. He tapped it to his lips and winked at Yunho before sliding out of the car seat and slamming the door shut. It took Yunho a while to gather enough wits to exit the car himself, by which time Youngwoong had taken a small walk around the clearing, and was peering over the cliff, without any apparent fear of falling straight off it.
“Youngwoong!” Yunho yelled, his heart jumping as the pretty boy leaned further over the edge. “Come away from there!” He urged, afraid to actually get close enough to drag the other back. Heights were really not his thing.
Youngwoong looked up and back at Yunho, dimly illuminated by the edge of the car’s headlights, his face shadowed oddly.
“Yes, mum.” He replied with a smirk, casually straightening and sauntering back over to the car.
“You’re insane.” Yunho said with a shake of his head, and Youngwoong’s smirk widened.
“Yeah?” He asked, putting a hand on Yunho’s chest and trailing it over the fabric teasingly. Yunho’s breath caught, and he grabbed the wandering fingers in his own hand.
“Yeah.” He agreed. He used his other hand to tuck the wind-blown locks of Youngwoong’s hair back behind his ear. A few strands slid free immediately, shadowing Youngwoong’s large eyes. “What are we doing here?” Yunho asked eventually, as the other boy shimmied closer to him, his body warm against the crisp chill of the wind.
“Hm. What do you think we’re doing, hon?” Youngwoong purred, thrusting against his thigh slightly. He laughed when Yunho gasped, and pulled away from the taller’s grip, walking backwards into the car bonnet, where he hoisted himself easily to sit on the shiny surface, the headlights streaming out from either side of his form.
Yunho took a step towards him, intent on finding his warmth again, but Youngwoong held up a finger to halt him.
Youngwoong smiled devilishly, tongue poking out the side of his mouth as he ran a hand down the front of his chest, teasingly playing with the hem of his shirt before sliding it up to reveal his taught stomach that was quivering slightly at his excitement. He caressed his own stomach lightly for a few long moments, eyelids heavy as he stared directly into Yunho’s eyes. The fabric of his shirt inched higher, fingers playing with his own nipples before letting one hand creep down the line of his stomach to his low slung pants. He teasingly dipped his fingers under the waistband a few times, and then popped open the button. Leaning back on his other arm, displaying his gorgeous body nicely over the top of the sexy car’s bonnet, he closed his eyes and let out a low moan as he nudged the fly of his pants down, the zip clicking over each spur slowly. Finally, the V of his pants hung open, and the abundance of pale skin killed Yunho, making him swallow thickly and clench his hands.
“Uhnn…” Youngwoong’s sexy little noises drew Yunho’s eyes back to the pretty face, to find the other boy’s lust filled eyes fixed on him. He grinned at Yunho and slowly spread his legs into a wide V of their own, his feet propped against the bumper. He then licked his lips and waited.
Yunho didn’t have to be told twice, and he was on Youngwoong in a flash, all hands and tongue as he ravaged that seductive mouth and pawed at the soft skin below him. He ran his hands roughly over Youngwoong’s sides, feeling the skin pulse under his touch and feeling the jump of his stomach as his fingers tickled close to the base of his arousal, fingers diving into his jeans. Both hands slid down and around, coming to cup the plump cheeks inside the pants, squeezing both. Youngwoong let out a laugh into his mouth, grinding up against the arousal that Yunho was pushing against him.
They rocked harshly against each other, thick denim of their pants rough on aching arousals. Youngwoong made pleased little gasping noises with every thrust, his slim waist arching into a high bridge to mold himself against Yunho.
Needing more, and totally impatient, Yunho eventually managed to rip himself away, after momentarily dousing his need with a brutal kiss that left them both panting. Stepping away slightly, he unbuckled his own jeans, letting them slip down low on his hips as he reached once more for Youngwoong’s temptation. The siren was watching him with heavy-lidded eyes, a predatory grin still flitting on his lips. Yunho ran a hand over the open fly, cupping the arousal inside for a moment while Youngwoong writhed. Then with a growl, he tugged the boy upwards roughly with a firm grip on his waist.
“Up.” He demanded, wanting the pants off, and now. Youngwoong let out one last heavy mewl before acquiescing, pushing down on his heals and leaning back on his elbows to slowly slide his hips upwards, the movement obscene in it’s invitation. Yunho groaned at the sight, and did not hesitate in pulling down the tight denim, sliding it over strong thighs to bunch against Youngwoong’s calves. Lowering himself to spread across the bonnet, Youngwoong kicked out each foot, levering off his shoes against the bumper of the car, the jeans sliding off him easily in their wake. Yunho had found out that Youngwoong never deigned to wear underwear.
Yunho took only a moment to appreciate the sight of the half-naked pale nymph displayed over his car, so much more sexy and alluring then any busty car model that usually was seen draped over such machinery, before he couldn’t keep his hands to himself anymore. Youngwoong’s legs twined around Yunho’s hips as their bodies met, the heat between them building by the second. Youngwoong’s hands roamed over Yunho’s jeans-clad ass, squeezing it playfully. Yunho let out a deep groan into his mouth, and slid his hands up Youngwoong’s chest, gliding over the smooth skin and pulling the fabric of his shirt up to bunch under his arms.
Their bruising kiss parted long enough for the garment to be removed, Youngwoong’s tricky hands pulling off Yunho’s own top at the same time. Chilled finger tips immediately ghosted over Yunho’s chest, touching and caressing and causing his desire to burn ever hotter. Youngwoong’s hands wandered one again, and Yunho felt the fingers digging through the denim of his jeans, pulling him free. His jeans slipped a little further, and his painful erection was cradled up against Youngwoong’s abdomen as the other boy pressed himself closer, nipping on Yunho’s neck predatorily.
The cool metal hand cream tube was pressed into his fingers, and after some awkward maneuvering so that he could keep Youngwoong in his arms while unscrewing the tube, he had his fingers slicked and Youngwoong himself seemed more then ready. Another shift, and the sexy boy let out a small gasp at the intrusion, which melted into a silky moan as Yunho continued to prepare him.
Both were impatient though, and Youngwoong was never one to be fussy about thoroughness, so it wasn’t so long until Youngwoong bit into Yunho’s ear lobe fiercely and demanded he get on with it. Eager to please, Yunho shifted them again, hoisting Youngwoong higher on the edge of the bonnet and then pushed himself inside the hot, welcoming heat, Youngwoong’s passage parting easily for the intrusion.
Youngwoong’s head snapped back, a loud appreciative moan echoing through the night as he was filled. Yunho bit his cheek, the erotic sound going straight to his already highly stimulated arousal. He withdrew slightly, only to slam back into Youngwoong’s more then willing body. He managed a few more strokes before he had to stop momentarily, the excitement and pleasure nearly too much.
“Don’t stop hon, you’re doing fiiiine~.” Youngwoong purred, urging Yunho forward again with a squeeze of his legs. Yunho groaned, gritting his teeth as he slid back into Youngwoong’s heat whilst he desperately tried to keep himself from releasing far too soon.
Youngwoong let out an excited, pleased yip as Yunho slammed forward into him, arching his back and opening his mouth to pant wantonly as pleasure coursed through his body. He urged Yunho on, arms and legs drawing the other to him and into him.
Yunho pistoned in and out of the other’s slick, tight tunnel, biting his lip to keep back the loud curses that bubbled up his throat, fighting to get out with every incredible stroke into Youngwoong’s inferno.
“UHN, c’mon… You know I like it fast, baby.” Youngwoong moaned out, wrapping his arms around Yunho’s neck and sucking hard on the line of Yunho’s jaw. His body was curled, allowing Yunho full access while still being able to bite into the other’s skin. Yunho made a grunt of surprise and pain as the white teeth pulled hard at the side of his throat, the sting of it meeting his pleasure head on. Blunt nails raked down his back, red tracks left in their wake, Yunho’s nerves singing at the stimulation.
He retaliated in kind, his grip tightening and his thrusts deepening, Youngwong being most literally pounded into the car, which was now slick with his perspiration. The roughness just seemed to fuel Youngwoong’s lust however, his noises of pleasure only ever increasing in volume and delight. A constant litany of coarse, vivid language spilled from his lips, whispers and loud cries to take him faster, harder, to use him, to not hold back.
Yunho didn't hold back, couldn’t hold back, and then the whole thing was over, way too soon, with the pair of them collapsing against the bonnet of the car, still connected and totally boneless.
“Who are you?” Yunho’s voice was strained and little more then a whisper into the night, his chest still heaving with the rush of pleasure and breathlessness the encounter had given him. Youngwoong shifted under him slightly, their bodies sliding with sweat.
“Who do you want me to be?” Came back, equally smoky in tone. Yunho could see the damp, kiss-swollen, slightly parted lips as Youngwoong turned his head towards Yunho, deep chocolate eyes fathomless and so damn mysterious. Yunho felt like he was in a fog, everything somewhat surreal and foreign.
“I want you to be real.” The answer fell unbidden from his lips, and Yunho wasn’t sure where they came from, but he knew it was true. He desperately wanted Youngwoong to be real - to stop being this beautiful siren of the night, a wraith that Yunho could never quite grab hold of properly, that kept slipping through his fingers after every encounter. He wanted Youngwoong to be solid and tangible and meet him when it didn’t involve a dark club and sex and alcohol. Not that any of those were bad things, because Yunho enjoyed all three very much… but he wanted more.
“I am real. I’m right in front of you.” Youngwoong returned, nipping the skin where his jaw met his ear with blunt teeth, his warm breath tickling the short hairs across his neck. Yunho’s grip tightened around Youngwoong’s waist momentarily, as if to confirm to himself that the other boy was indeed there and not just a figment of his imagination.
Yunho’s philosophical yearnings were interrupted when Youngwoong shoved him off, crushed under his weight and uncomfortably sticky. The pale boy rolled off the car, collecting his clothes and hopping into his jeans again. The hand cream had been sacrificed to their fervor, lost in the night, but Youngwoong found the keys on the ground by the wheel. He swung them impatiently on his finger as he waited for Yunho to zip himself up, the taller man as usual having taken more time to come down from his high. Plus, of course, the curve of Youngwoong’s hip and bottom were entirely too attractive to not watch as he dressed.
Youngwoong tossed Yunho the keys, the latter having to react quickly not to catch the heavy metal ring and keys straight in the face.
“You drive back.” Youngwoong instructed, smiling guilelessly. Yunho narrowed his eyes, wondering what the boy was up to. Youngwoong didn’t do innocent. And Yunho had anticipated another hair-raising reckless race through the city to get back. So it was with some suspicion that he slid into the driver’s seat, adjusting the seat and mirrors. He shot Youngwoong a questioning look, but the other just gave him a small smirk in return, before looking out the window purposefully.
It wasn’t until they’d hit the highway again that Yunho found out that innocent faces really shouldn’t be trusted.
It started out with just his hand. He shot a glance over to the other boy once more when he felt Youngwoong’s warm - hot even - hand sliding over his thigh and between his legs, rubbing in a none-too-innocent manner. Yunho shifted uncomfortably a little, hoping to dislodge the wandering fingers, but Youngwoong only began to squeeze his inner thigh lightly.
“Youngwoong…” He said warningly, trying to keep his eyes on the road.
“Mm, yes, Yunho?” Was Youngwoong’s distracted reply, his voice husky already.
“Youngwoong, I’m driving.” He insisted. He could practically hear the wicked grin in response however, and the click of a seat belt unbuckling beside him made him turn to look.
Youngwoong was biting his lip, that wicked grin he’d heard stretched across his sinful mouth. His eyes fixed on Yunho’s, and his tongue flickered out teasingly.
“I know.” Was all he said, and before Yunho could protest, he had reached over, and his nimble little fingers had popped loose the button of his jeans, a nail pushing down his zip. Soft fingers pushed apart the denim, sinking into the exposed ‘V’ that the fly made. Yunho gulped, audibly, and reached down to grab hold of Youngwoong’s arm, thinking to remove the naughty hand.
“Youngwoong! I don’t think -” But he was too late, and the other boy had already managed to curl his hand around Yunho’s rapidly awakening arousal. Yunho gave out an involuntary moan, before the warm hand even had time to do anything but tighten its grip slightly.
“I think you’re thinking with the wrong head, Yunho.” Youngwoong’s sex-laden whisper was almost to his ear, and he suddenly realized the crazy boy had folded himself over the gear stick to get closer. Yunho’s eyes widened as the warm breath moved from his ear to his neck and then further down still.
“YOUNGWOONG!” Yunho’s bellow was half panic, half moan as he grappled to keep his eyes open and his mind at least partially in gear so that the car didn’t go careening straight off the road (or worse).
Youngwoong himself seemed totally oblivious or unconcerned about the precarious position he was bringing them both two, and he continued to flickered his tongue over Yunho in a way that was undoubtedly highly illegal. Yunho could feel the little giggle the boy gave out over his arousal, and he could definitely feel the warm mouth that closed over the tip of his length and forced another strangled cry from Yunho’s throat.
“FU-ck, Youngwo- I’m going to fucking crash the fucking car!” Expletives fell like rain from Yunho’s lips as his mind began to wander south, leaving very little to control himself or the car.
This time Youngwoong’s laugh was not only felt, but heard, the crazy boy freeing his mouth long enough to let out the soft barks of pure laughter. He then nipped Yunho’s pelvis, his teeth dragging over the highly sensitive skin before clicking together with a sharp pinch over a small amount of said skin. Yunho yelped, and the car did an abrupt swerve to the left before righting itself into the middle of the lane again. It was a damn good thing there weren’t many people on the road this time of night, as Yunho was sure he would have crashed into someone by now. Or been arrested for public indecency.
Youngwoong pressed a wet kiss to the tip of Yunho’s erection, his rough little tongue lapping at the length of it in small motions, making Yunho’s grip on the steering wheel go completely white-knuckled.
He let out a guttural groan when the little minx found a particularly sensitive spot, laving at it unmercifully. Yunho reached down, grabbing a handful of Youngwoong’s silky hair and pulling him back forcefully.
“Stop.” He demanded. Youngwoong just grinned ferally at him, licking his lips lasciviously.
“No.” Was Youngwoong’s simple reply. “I don’t want to.” He smirked, fisting Yunho, giving him a little squeeze and eliciting another involuntary groan. “I don’t think you want me to either.” He sat up a little though, nuzzling in under Yunho’s neck and tickling his collar bone with a long lick across the skin. His lust-laden eyes swept upwards to look at Yunho, his fingers playing teasingly along Yunho’s very stiff arousal.
“Up to you, Yunnie,” The pet name was purred out like liquid sex, the words rushing over Yunho’s skin in puffs, sending shivers through him. “You can keep driving, and I’ll just… mmm… take care of business…” Another squeeze, and a small moan. “Or you can pull over and take me to the back seat.”
Youngwoong’s self satisfied smirk was all he needed, and the next second, Yunho had steered off the road and into some scrubby field. Laughing, Youngwoong gave him another squeeze before Yunho was shoving him back through the gap in the seats until the pale, sexy young man was sprawled across the back seats like some sort of god, waiting to be worshiped. And Yunho was only too pleased to do so.
The sex was rough and wild and carefree, Youngwoong’s loud, fevered cries echoing through the relatively still night as Yunho struggled just to keep up with the seemingly insatiable siren.
And right there, out in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of his second mind blowing orgasm for the night, Yunho felt like he was drowning.
Note: On speedometers. I’m not sure how US cars are set up, but here, and in many other countries with km/hr on the dial, 120km is often set at the top of the arch, and then it goes down to 220 at the bottom right. Not that any run-of-the-mill car can really get up to that speed readily! ^^; So they’re doing something over 120, probably like 150km/hr. 120 km is about 75 miles, 150 is 93 miles.