Private Lessons
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xrosepetalsxI’ve owed domolovesyou Kyusung for as long as I’ve owed dandanfung haemin, and it just happened that there was a perfect scene in my last drabble that could be twisted to make her a Kyusung smut oneshot, so that’s what I spent my afternoon doing, since I didn’t have much time last night.
Title: Private Lessons
Author: xrosepetalsx
Rating: R for Sexual Situations
Pairing: Kyusung (Kyuhyun/Yesung), Suggested!KRYS
Characters: KRYS
Summary: Yesung is having a hard time doing the hip thrusts for Bonamana, but he’s tired of his lovers teasing, so he steal’s himself some alone time at three o’clock in the morning. Unfortunately, or maybe not so unfortunately for him, Kyuhyun find’s him one morning. Loosely based off of Long Hair.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Warning: Sexual Situations
How Yesung found himself alone in a practice room at three in the morning, he couldn’t say. He only knew that he was tired of always being the one to hold everyone back when it came to dancing, and that he hated the fact that all of his attempts only got him attention because he just couldn’t do it right.
Bonamana was giving him the most trouble as of late, the hip thrusts in particular, and he’d gotten into the habit of telling the others his hips just didn’t move that way, Sungmin whispering, “they did pretty damn well last night,” without fail almost every time afterwards, which didn’t do much but make him want to flip the other off.
It was a sore spot with him, and had been for the last couple of weeks, but his lovers hadn’t seemed to pick that up just yet – with the exception of Ryeowook, but Ryeowook always seemed to know what hit home with him and what didn’t.
He knew he shouldn’t take offense, and that Kyuhyun and Sungmin’s teasing were just ways they showed their love, but they didn’t have the best timing in the world, and they didn’t pick up on feelings so easily – unless they were sexual feelings, because those two had a pretty good knack at picking up on those.
Needless to say, Yesung got enough hell from the other members when he took forever picking up on a dance move, and his lovers weren’t helping anything.
So perhaps that was why Yesung choice three o’clock in the morning for practices – it was the best time to get away with things without the others knowing.
On top of that, Yesung had gotten pretty good at getting out of bed without waking Kyuhyun, Sungmin, or Ryeowook up over the course of the last three nights, and Kyuhyun was an extremely light sleeper who often complained about Yesung getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom – whether that was because he disliked the lack of warmth that came with Yesung leaving, or because Kyuhyun was secretly afraid Yesung would leave and not come back one night, he couldn’t say.
Kyuhyun wasn’t generally the emotionally open one of their little group.
Either way, he was particularly proud of himself for that feat, even if he hadn’t gotten any better at his hip thrusts since his first endeavor.
Sighing to himself, Yesung ran his fingers through his hair roughly, wishing he could get it right just once, and hoping maybe, just maybe that would enable him to get it right from then on out.
There was enough evidence stacked against him to destroy that theory, but he chose to ignore that. He didn’t particularly want to make an ass of himself during their next comeback, and he hadn’t been too intent on having sex with his lovers as of late because their snarky comments were doing little to turn him on.
And wouldn’t it be nice to shove it in their faces when he could finally do it right?
Getting into position to start at the beginning again, Yesung turned the music back on and started it over, taking it from the top.
He had to admit, he was performing the moves considerably better then he had been before. Now if only he could say the same thing about the hip thrusts that were coming up…
His body flowed with the music better then it ever had before, thanks to all the extra practice, but he still fumbled when he got to the hip thrusts. He wondered, vaguely, if it had anything to do with embarrassment…
But then he heard an all too familiar chuckle and forgot the fact that the music was still playing and that he’d just fumbled again.
“So this is where you’ve been going the past few days,” Kyuhyun said casually, strolling in with an all too knowing smirk on his lips.
Yesung mentally cursed himself – and he’d thought he’d been doing a good job sneaking out of their bed…
He answered with a low grunt and pressed stop, turning to face the stereo. His cover was blown now, and he had no doubt Sungmin would know by tomorrow. He could already hear their teasing…
“You know…” Kyuhyun said conversationally, stopping a few steps behind where Yesung stood, “if you needed extra help you could have just asked me,” he finished flippantly, as if it didn’t mater to him in the least. Yesung couldn’t help the anger that was bubbling up in his chest.
“Yes, because you’re always so willing to help me,” he responded bitterly, and mentally slapped himself the minute the words left his mouth. He could already feel the shock radiating from Kyuhyun, and knew it a sore spot with Kyuhyun. If you could get him drunk, he’d spill anything, and there’d been times when he’d cried over his inability so show his emotions.
Yesung, Sungmin, and Ryeowook never forgot that, even if Kyuhyun did. They knew to tread lightly, and Yesung had just crossed a line he hadn’t crossed in a very long time.
Very suddenly there were hands on his hips and lips besides his ear, and Yesung only had enough time to gasp in surprise before he was moaning, Kyuhyun’s lips attached to the shell of his ear, gently nipping and sucking.
“I would have helped…” he said quietly after a moment.
“I know…” Yesung breathed, and he realized the truth of the statement the moment after he’d muttered it. He could feel Kyuhyun’s grin against his ear, but the tenseness he could feel in the hands against his waist told him Kyuhyun was far from unaffected by what he’d said before.
“No…you don’t know. So I’ll show you now.” The words probably came out sharper then Kyuhyun had intended, so focused on trying to hide his hurt, but it was almost a welcome slap to Yesung.
He wouldn’t be making that mistake again anytime soon.
“And how will you do that?” Yesung asked quietly after a moment, reveling in the feel of Kyuhyun nuzzling his ear. He could still feel that mischievous smile against his skin, and moaned again when Kyuhyun’s mouth moved down to his neck to suck softly.
“Mmm…take a guess…”
“Ngh…”
In the next moment, Kyuhyun’s body was flush against his own, and Yesung could feel the hard on Kyuhyun was already starting to get.
“You still can’t quite get the hip thrusts right, so maybe if I guide you with my own hips, that might help?” Yesung didn’t respond, sight going a little fuzzy and breathing getting a little heavy when Kyuhyun rocked into him slightly and rolled his hips.
Kyuhyun chuckled. “It’s really not so bad, you know. I’ll even let you in on a little secret,” he whispered into Yesung’s ear, hot breath making him swallow thickly.
“What’s that?”
“Every time we do this dance, I think of what it’s like to pound you into the mattress…” and his voice had become so husky, his words so suggestive, Yesung could only moan and press his body more firmly back against Kyuhyun’s, heat rushing to his abdomen, erection pressing so much more firmly against the zipper of his pants.
Yesung tried to reach down and unzip them, to press against it, to find friction, but Kyuhyun’s hands lifted off his hips and commandeered them, locking fingers over the top of Yesung’s and dragging their hands back down to rest against Yesung’s hips.
Then he rolled his hips forward and forced his lips on Yesung’s, swallowing the moan he let out and stealing his breath away. Yesung nipped on Kyuhyun’s lower lip, demanding entrance, and fought for dominance when it was granted.
He growled when Kyuhyun nipped his tongue, growled again when Kyuhyun pulled away, but then he forgot his annoyance at losing, forgot his annoyance at being denied because Kyuhyun tightened his hold over his hands, and therefore his hips, and thrust forward in a perfect imitation of the dance step Yesung had been trying so hard to get right.
Yesung gasped and bucked his own hips forward, needing more, but Kyuhyun only chuckled and pulled his hips back, repeating the earlier action and succeeding in eliciting another moan from Yesung.
“We’re just getting started babe…” he whispered huskily into Yesung’s ear, thrusting forward again, this time the push stronger, and Yesung’s moan louder, body flushed, heat pooling in his abdomen. The sensations momentarily made him forget to follow the movement of Kyuhyun’s hips, but he didn’t have to wait long for Kyuhyun’s body to touch his again, because Kyuhyun thrust forward again, their hips pressing against each other once more and throwing both their bodies forward.
“I’m going to need your cooperation if this is going to work Jongwoon,” Kyuhyun whispered huskily into his ear as he thrust forward again, and the sound of his real name knocked some sense back into him.
He managed to loosen Kyuhyun’s hold against his hands and his hips and dragged them back until they were both holding onto Kyuhyun’s hips, and then he reared back and he thrust forward, using the momentum he had from holding onto Kyuhyun’s hips to send them forward.
They both moaned, a shiver running up their spines as Yesung repeated the action, and their breathing started to get heavier, their motions a little sloppier and a little more frantic.
Kyuhyun gasped when Yesung managed to shift his hips to where Kyuhyun was pressing more firmly between ass cheeks, and bit down on the skin of Yesung’s neck before sucking lazily, eyes glazed over with lust.
Yesung tilted his head to the side, a mindless action, as he groaned again, forcing their bodies forward again.
It only took Kyuhyun another moment to realize Yesung wasn’t getting nearly as much friction out of this as he was, and when he did, he pressed his lips against the sensitive hollow under the older man’s ear and nipped, before releasing one hand from his hold over the others and reaching down to cup him through his jeans.
Yesung moaned again, the sound sending a shiver through Kyuhyun’s body, before they were thrusting forward again, movements mimicking what Kyuhyun was supposed to be teaching him.
Kyuhyun moaned on the next uptake, and pressed his hand more firmly against Yesung’s erection, feeling his own orgasm building in his stomach. Finally ignoring the fact that this was supposed to be a learning experience for Yesung, he thrust forward himself, moving them faster, pressing in harder, trying to find release through the confines of his own jeans.
Almost without thinking about it, Kyuhyun managed to unzip Yesung’s pants and pull them, as well as his boxers, down far enough to release his erection, making it possible for him to stroke the older man in time with his forward thrusts, wishing he was inside him and not just pounding against him.
They both groaned, Kyuhyun nearly bending Yesung forward to thrust against him better, and Kyuhyun could feel the heat building, building, building in his stomach. He only hoped he’d be able to make Yesung come before he did, because he wasn’t particularly sure he’d be able to keep stroking him until he did come if he came first.
Kyuhyun didn’t have to worry about that too much though, because within the next moment Yesung was groaning his release against Kyuhyun’s hand, going limp in Kyuhyun’s hold. Kyuhyun managed to thrust forward thrice more before his own release came, and he cried out into Yesung’s neck, his own knee’s going weak until they were both collapsing against the floor.
Yesung’s breathing was harsh for a few moments, and they were quiet. Kyuhyun was only half on Yesung, the front of his pants wet, but he didn’t care so much. Neither of them did.
“I…really do love you Jongwoon…” Kyuhyun said quietly after a moment, and so hesitant Yesung knew it had been hard for him to say.
Rolling over, Yesung pulled the younger man close and kissed him softly on the lips, tucking him close and mumbling a quiet “I know…me too.”
--
Fuck my life, I did not just write dominant Kyuhyun in a Kyusung. I LIKE BOTTOM KYU. And yea, not so proud of this one -_- Did not do as good a job as I’d hoped to do. In fact, that ending part was particularly anti-climatic in my opinion.
Title: Private Lessons
Author: xrosepetalsx
Rating: R for Sexual Situations
Pairing: Kyusung (Kyuhyun/Yesung), Suggested!KRYS
Characters: KRYS
Summary: Yesung is having a hard time doing the hip thrusts for Bonamana, but he’s tired of his lovers teasing, so he steal’s himself some alone time at three o’clock in the morning. Unfortunately, or maybe not so unfortunately for him, Kyuhyun find’s him one morning. Loosely based off of Long Hair.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Warning: Sexual Situations
How Yesung found himself alone in a practice room at three in the morning, he couldn’t say. He only knew that he was tired of always being the one to hold everyone back when it came to dancing, and that he hated the fact that all of his attempts only got him attention because he just couldn’t do it right.
Bonamana was giving him the most trouble as of late, the hip thrusts in particular, and he’d gotten into the habit of telling the others his hips just didn’t move that way, Sungmin whispering, “they did pretty damn well last night,” without fail almost every time afterwards, which didn’t do much but make him want to flip the other off.
It was a sore spot with him, and had been for the last couple of weeks, but his lovers hadn’t seemed to pick that up just yet – with the exception of Ryeowook, but Ryeowook always seemed to know what hit home with him and what didn’t.
He knew he shouldn’t take offense, and that Kyuhyun and Sungmin’s teasing were just ways they showed their love, but they didn’t have the best timing in the world, and they didn’t pick up on feelings so easily – unless they were sexual feelings, because those two had a pretty good knack at picking up on those.
Needless to say, Yesung got enough hell from the other members when he took forever picking up on a dance move, and his lovers weren’t helping anything.
So perhaps that was why Yesung choice three o’clock in the morning for practices – it was the best time to get away with things without the others knowing.
On top of that, Yesung had gotten pretty good at getting out of bed without waking Kyuhyun, Sungmin, or Ryeowook up over the course of the last three nights, and Kyuhyun was an extremely light sleeper who often complained about Yesung getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom – whether that was because he disliked the lack of warmth that came with Yesung leaving, or because Kyuhyun was secretly afraid Yesung would leave and not come back one night, he couldn’t say.
Kyuhyun wasn’t generally the emotionally open one of their little group.
Either way, he was particularly proud of himself for that feat, even if he hadn’t gotten any better at his hip thrusts since his first endeavor.
Sighing to himself, Yesung ran his fingers through his hair roughly, wishing he could get it right just once, and hoping maybe, just maybe that would enable him to get it right from then on out.
There was enough evidence stacked against him to destroy that theory, but he chose to ignore that. He didn’t particularly want to make an ass of himself during their next comeback, and he hadn’t been too intent on having sex with his lovers as of late because their snarky comments were doing little to turn him on.
And wouldn’t it be nice to shove it in their faces when he could finally do it right?
Getting into position to start at the beginning again, Yesung turned the music back on and started it over, taking it from the top.
He had to admit, he was performing the moves considerably better then he had been before. Now if only he could say the same thing about the hip thrusts that were coming up…
His body flowed with the music better then it ever had before, thanks to all the extra practice, but he still fumbled when he got to the hip thrusts. He wondered, vaguely, if it had anything to do with embarrassment…
But then he heard an all too familiar chuckle and forgot the fact that the music was still playing and that he’d just fumbled again.
“So this is where you’ve been going the past few days,” Kyuhyun said casually, strolling in with an all too knowing smirk on his lips.
Yesung mentally cursed himself – and he’d thought he’d been doing a good job sneaking out of their bed…
He answered with a low grunt and pressed stop, turning to face the stereo. His cover was blown now, and he had no doubt Sungmin would know by tomorrow. He could already hear their teasing…
“You know…” Kyuhyun said conversationally, stopping a few steps behind where Yesung stood, “if you needed extra help you could have just asked me,” he finished flippantly, as if it didn’t mater to him in the least. Yesung couldn’t help the anger that was bubbling up in his chest.
“Yes, because you’re always so willing to help me,” he responded bitterly, and mentally slapped himself the minute the words left his mouth. He could already feel the shock radiating from Kyuhyun, and knew it a sore spot with Kyuhyun. If you could get him drunk, he’d spill anything, and there’d been times when he’d cried over his inability so show his emotions.
Yesung, Sungmin, and Ryeowook never forgot that, even if Kyuhyun did. They knew to tread lightly, and Yesung had just crossed a line he hadn’t crossed in a very long time.
Very suddenly there were hands on his hips and lips besides his ear, and Yesung only had enough time to gasp in surprise before he was moaning, Kyuhyun’s lips attached to the shell of his ear, gently nipping and sucking.
“I would have helped…” he said quietly after a moment.
“I know…” Yesung breathed, and he realized the truth of the statement the moment after he’d muttered it. He could feel Kyuhyun’s grin against his ear, but the tenseness he could feel in the hands against his waist told him Kyuhyun was far from unaffected by what he’d said before.
“No…you don’t know. So I’ll show you now.” The words probably came out sharper then Kyuhyun had intended, so focused on trying to hide his hurt, but it was almost a welcome slap to Yesung.
He wouldn’t be making that mistake again anytime soon.
“And how will you do that?” Yesung asked quietly after a moment, reveling in the feel of Kyuhyun nuzzling his ear. He could still feel that mischievous smile against his skin, and moaned again when Kyuhyun’s mouth moved down to his neck to suck softly.
“Mmm…take a guess…”
“Ngh…”
In the next moment, Kyuhyun’s body was flush against his own, and Yesung could feel the hard on Kyuhyun was already starting to get.
“You still can’t quite get the hip thrusts right, so maybe if I guide you with my own hips, that might help?” Yesung didn’t respond, sight going a little fuzzy and breathing getting a little heavy when Kyuhyun rocked into him slightly and rolled his hips.
Kyuhyun chuckled. “It’s really not so bad, you know. I’ll even let you in on a little secret,” he whispered into Yesung’s ear, hot breath making him swallow thickly.
“What’s that?”
“Every time we do this dance, I think of what it’s like to pound you into the mattress…” and his voice had become so husky, his words so suggestive, Yesung could only moan and press his body more firmly back against Kyuhyun’s, heat rushing to his abdomen, erection pressing so much more firmly against the zipper of his pants.
Yesung tried to reach down and unzip them, to press against it, to find friction, but Kyuhyun’s hands lifted off his hips and commandeered them, locking fingers over the top of Yesung’s and dragging their hands back down to rest against Yesung’s hips.
Then he rolled his hips forward and forced his lips on Yesung’s, swallowing the moan he let out and stealing his breath away. Yesung nipped on Kyuhyun’s lower lip, demanding entrance, and fought for dominance when it was granted.
He growled when Kyuhyun nipped his tongue, growled again when Kyuhyun pulled away, but then he forgot his annoyance at losing, forgot his annoyance at being denied because Kyuhyun tightened his hold over his hands, and therefore his hips, and thrust forward in a perfect imitation of the dance step Yesung had been trying so hard to get right.
Yesung gasped and bucked his own hips forward, needing more, but Kyuhyun only chuckled and pulled his hips back, repeating the earlier action and succeeding in eliciting another moan from Yesung.
“We’re just getting started babe…” he whispered huskily into Yesung’s ear, thrusting forward again, this time the push stronger, and Yesung’s moan louder, body flushed, heat pooling in his abdomen. The sensations momentarily made him forget to follow the movement of Kyuhyun’s hips, but he didn’t have to wait long for Kyuhyun’s body to touch his again, because Kyuhyun thrust forward again, their hips pressing against each other once more and throwing both their bodies forward.
“I’m going to need your cooperation if this is going to work Jongwoon,” Kyuhyun whispered huskily into his ear as he thrust forward again, and the sound of his real name knocked some sense back into him.
He managed to loosen Kyuhyun’s hold against his hands and his hips and dragged them back until they were both holding onto Kyuhyun’s hips, and then he reared back and he thrust forward, using the momentum he had from holding onto Kyuhyun’s hips to send them forward.
They both moaned, a shiver running up their spines as Yesung repeated the action, and their breathing started to get heavier, their motions a little sloppier and a little more frantic.
Kyuhyun gasped when Yesung managed to shift his hips to where Kyuhyun was pressing more firmly between ass cheeks, and bit down on the skin of Yesung’s neck before sucking lazily, eyes glazed over with lust.
Yesung tilted his head to the side, a mindless action, as he groaned again, forcing their bodies forward again.
It only took Kyuhyun another moment to realize Yesung wasn’t getting nearly as much friction out of this as he was, and when he did, he pressed his lips against the sensitive hollow under the older man’s ear and nipped, before releasing one hand from his hold over the others and reaching down to cup him through his jeans.
Yesung moaned again, the sound sending a shiver through Kyuhyun’s body, before they were thrusting forward again, movements mimicking what Kyuhyun was supposed to be teaching him.
Kyuhyun moaned on the next uptake, and pressed his hand more firmly against Yesung’s erection, feeling his own orgasm building in his stomach. Finally ignoring the fact that this was supposed to be a learning experience for Yesung, he thrust forward himself, moving them faster, pressing in harder, trying to find release through the confines of his own jeans.
Almost without thinking about it, Kyuhyun managed to unzip Yesung’s pants and pull them, as well as his boxers, down far enough to release his erection, making it possible for him to stroke the older man in time with his forward thrusts, wishing he was inside him and not just pounding against him.
They both groaned, Kyuhyun nearly bending Yesung forward to thrust against him better, and Kyuhyun could feel the heat building, building, building in his stomach. He only hoped he’d be able to make Yesung come before he did, because he wasn’t particularly sure he’d be able to keep stroking him until he did come if he came first.
Kyuhyun didn’t have to worry about that too much though, because within the next moment Yesung was groaning his release against Kyuhyun’s hand, going limp in Kyuhyun’s hold. Kyuhyun managed to thrust forward thrice more before his own release came, and he cried out into Yesung’s neck, his own knee’s going weak until they were both collapsing against the floor.
Yesung’s breathing was harsh for a few moments, and they were quiet. Kyuhyun was only half on Yesung, the front of his pants wet, but he didn’t care so much. Neither of them did.
“I…really do love you Jongwoon…” Kyuhyun said quietly after a moment, and so hesitant Yesung knew it had been hard for him to say.
Rolling over, Yesung pulled the younger man close and kissed him softly on the lips, tucking him close and mumbling a quiet “I know…me too.”
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Fuck my life, I did not just write dominant Kyuhyun in a Kyusung. I LIKE BOTTOM KYU. And yea, not so proud of this one -_- Did not do as good a job as I’d hoped to do. In fact, that ending part was particularly anti-climatic in my opinion.
