ahni-yo
Pairing: Changwook (Changmin/Ryeowook)
Summary: all Ryeowook wanted to do was watch a movie and Changmin wouldn't let him.
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"You know, you really should have saw this coming," Changmin teases, eyes shining brightly, victoriously. He continues to pepper kisses across the younger man's defined jawline, nipping and nibbling occasionally as he continues to speak between kisses, "You should know better, Ryeonggu."
His nose faintly traces Ryeowook's jawline, sliding down to his neck as he inhales the beautiful scent that is Ryeowook; a scent so intoxicating, he breathes it in like air. Ryeowook shivers at the feeling of warm air around his neck, causing Changmin's smirk to grow wider. Changmin leans closer, placing soft, feather-light kisses up his neck.
"Don't...don't call me that," Ryeowook tries to sound indignant and offended, (because Changmin only uses that nickname mockingly) but he can't seem to do so – not, when he's melting from all these soft caresses and feather light touches. "How come we can never just watch a movie? Why do you always do this?"
"Because you're much more entertaining," Changmin smiles, not surprised when Ryeowook slaps his arm for having such a cheeky reply. He grabs Ryeowook's hand, determined to never let it go as he intertwines their fingers, brushing his lips across the back of Ryeowook's palm.
"You are so naughty," Ryeowook rolls his eyes, faking an exhausted sigh before smiling nonetheless. He wants this too and his lover knows it; the denial of not wanting him is only a pretense, a part he simply plays before their feelings get too intense and he loses all his senses to the man hovered above him. He doesn't even remember lying down on the sofa, yet here they are; with Changmin straddling him above, his eyes fixated on Ryeowook's lips for quite a while and Ryeowook knows just the right word to make him lose all his reservations.
"Kiss me."
Changmin kisses with all the passion, the love, and desire he can muster, coaxing his lover to return with the same amount of fervor. It doesn't take long for Ryeowook to part his lips, a low moan escaping before the kiss is deepened, tongues teasingly exploring and caressing the other. He pulls away slightly, to alternate between sucking and biting Ryeowook's bottom lip, turned on more by the low whines he draws out.
Ryeowook's fingers comb roughly through Changmin's hair, pulling and tugging his hair, earning low, husky groans when he pulls a little too hard. Changmin's lips move away from his, slowly making their way down his neck as he sucks, licks and bites; his own personal goal to mark every inch of Ryeowook's skin as his.
Ryeowook moans louder, his hands sliding down Changmin's back to pull at the hem of his shirt. He wants this off of him. Immediately. Changmin seems to understand this to, pulling away to quickly discard his shirt before helping Ryeowook out his own shirt. Long fingers skim and knead across warm skin, the touch leaving a burning sensation in its wake as they glide across the contours of exposed skin.
Ryeowook pulls him down for a kiss, a sloppy, wet one that leaves both of them aching for more because it's not enough anymore. The simple kisses are not enough; they need to feel each other more. Changmin leans down, grinding his hips against Ryeowook, loving the friction of it all. Ryeowook pants, his senses in disarray when his lover licks and sucks his neck as he rocks his hips sensually.
"Please, Changmin," Ryeowook whines, biting at Changmin's earlobe. His voice was undeniably thick, the need evident in his tone.
Ryeowook's hand roam down his back, clawing and caressing before blindly unbuttoning and unzipping Changmin's pants. He wiggles his fingers past the waistband of his lover's underwear, smiling at how undeniably hard the man is. He wraps his fingers around Changmin's member and strokes once respectfully, teasingly, before he starts stroking earnestly, encouraged by the long, low moans of his lover.
Ryeowook slips his hand away, the withdrawal making Changmin whine. He pushes him, completely rolling them over miraculously, since they haven't fallen off the sofa yet. He straddles Changmin's waist, loving the bright look of anticipation in Changmin's eyes as he teasingly removes his pants, followed by his underwear. Then, he set to working on Changmin's pants, yanking them off along with his boxers.
Changmin groans when Ryeowook kisses the tip of his dick, tongue flicking out playfully as he brushes his lips down his length, from the tip to the base and back again.
"Such a tease," He mutters, enjoying the smirk on Ryeowook's face.
"It's only fair, since you tease me all the time, Changdol."
Before Changmin can even respond, Ryeowook licks the length of his shaft before engulfing his entire member. Changmin looks down, mesmerized by the view of Ryeowook, bobbing his head up and down, each time taking in more of him while peering up at him through thick eyelashes. Ryeowook smirks as he twirls his tongue, sucking harder as Changmin bites his lips, trying not thrash around too much. It turns sloppier with Ryeowook spreading his pre-cum, taking him deeper to the brink of insanity or ecstasy – or both.
He doesn't think he can last much longer, not with the way Ryeowook's blowing him. But then, Ryeowook slowly pulls away, pink lips parted with a trail of saliva from Ryeowook's mouth to his member – and, when he didn't think he could be more turned on than possible, Ryeowook was staring directly at him, licking his lips so seductively.
Changmin finally lost it, pulling Ryeowook for a searing kiss as he carefully rolled them over. He hastily removes Ryeowook's pants, along with his underwear, before tossing it somewhere on the floor. He trails kisses down Ryeowook's chest, fingers lightly skimming across the younger man's inner thighs. He moves lower, replacing the feather light touches with kisses and little nips that have Ryeowook panting louder, aching for more of his touch.
"Please...don't...tease." Ryeowook whines, not caring how needy he sounds at the moment.
Changmin concedes, wanting him just as much – or if not, more. He kisses him roughly on the lips, hoping to convey just how much he wants him and Ryeowook understands him perfectly. Ryeowook takes Changmin's hand, kissing each fingertip softly before he sucks each one erotically, smiling when Changmin grunts.
Changmin quickly pulls his hand away, capturing Ryeowook's lip as he pulls Ryeowook up, his fingers sliding down Ryeowook's spine to his butt, leaving a trail of saliva as he carefully probes his entrance. Ryeowook gasps, moaning as Changmin slips a wet finger past his entrance and not long after, adds another finger then another. Changmin watches him carefully, gauging Ryeowook's reaction because no matter what – Ryeowook always comes first in his mind.
Ryeowook nods when he is ready, anticipation and excitement bubbling when Changmin carefully removes his fingers. Changmin penetrates him carefully, stopping midway to kiss his lover again before burying himself to the hilt and he groans at how good it feels to be with Ryeowook.
Changmin slowly starts to thrust, rocking his hips sensually as Ryeowook moans out at the pleasure, crying out a stream of curses revolving around the man that makes him this crazy. Ryeowook hooks his legs around Changmin's waist, pulling him closer as the thrusts start to get more frantic, shallow, faster. Ryeowook pulls him to lean closer, sharing a sloppy kiss until they are both left breathless.
"Changmin," He moans wantonly into Changmin's ear. His mind is blown when the rocking intensifies, meeting each thrust with his own.
So suddenly, the kisses, the touches, the rocking of their hips are getting even faster, rougher and sloppier. Ryeowook's moans become louder and louder, as he starts to see stars behind his eyelids. He feels the familiar coiling sensation and he knows he's about to come undone soon.
It takes him less than a minute to unravel completely, his orgasm stronger than it had been in a while. His eyes never left Changmin's when he came, and it is was this sight that sent Changmin over the edge, reaching his own orgasm three seconds after. Changmin stills above Ryeowook, waiting to come down from his high after ejaculating inside of him, before leaning down to kiss him softly, carefully.
"...I love you..." Changmin mumbles between heavy pants. He collapses on top of Ryeowook, burying his face in his lover's neck, too exhausted to care about the sticky fluids that will glue them together.
"I love you too," Ryeowook murmurs into his ear, running his fingers through thick, brown locks of Changmin's hair. He smiles wider when he starts to feel light, feathery kisses on his neck. "I would also loveto be able to watch a whole movie with you without having sex."
Ryeowook laughs when Changmin abruptly pulls away to stare at him, unamused at the teasing comment. Then he sees it, the sparkle of mischief in Changmin's eyes and he knows he's in trouble. And he can't help but fall for it.
"Never going to happen," Changmin seals his promise with a kiss, and the love making starts all over again for the second time.
