xrosepetalsx

So I’ve gone on a Kyusung craze, ignore me. Or send me lot’s and lot’s of Kyusung :D

Title: Bound
Author: xrosepetalsx
Rating: R
Pairing: Kyusung (Kyuhyun/Yesung)
Characters: Kyuhyun, Yesung
Summary: Yesung like’s to take it hard and fast, but Kyuhyun’s got a thing for driving Yesung crazy with his light touches and slow movements.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Warning: Sexual situations

Kyuhyun had a thing for driving Yesung crazy.

Kyuhyun would take any chance he could get to make Yesung squirm, to make him beg, and it really didn’t help that Kyuhyun knew Yesung liked to take it hard and fast, pounding Kyuhyun into the mattress with quick thrusts, and steady strokes, forcing Kyuhyun to come with a shout of his name before he could even think to stop himself, because then he knew just what to do to drive Yesung crazy, and that was to take it as slow as he possibly could, draw it out until Yesung was clawing at his back, trying to force him to move faster, until he was biting on his lower lip to keep himself from begging, until he was reduced to a squirming mess, trying to thrust his hips upwards and force himself deeper into Kyuhyun, and damn was Kyuhyun good at that.

Damn was Kyuhyun good at taking control, using Yesung’s own weight against him to pin him to the bed, and Yesung really should know better by now. Yesung really should know better then to think he was the one in control, that Kyuhyun was just going to let it go that easily, but apparently he didn’t, because now Kyuhyun was on top of him, victorious smirk on his thoroughly kissed lips, hair mussed, and still fully clothed while Yesung lay without his shirt on, hands tied to the bed posts.

“God Damnit Kyuhyun!” Yesung growled, pulling at the cloth that now bound him to the bed. “Untie me!”

Kyuhyun grinned and shook his head, leaning forward to take Yesung’s lips in a demanding kiss, forcing his own tongue into Yesung’s mouth and shifting slightly so he was straddling Yesung’s hips.

“Sorry Hyung, I kind of like you like this,” Kyuhyun said with a smile when he pulled away, voice husky. “You’ll just have to stay tied up like that for a little longer.”

Yesung hissed as Kyuhyun’s head ducked to take a nipple in his mouth and roll it in his teeth, lapping at it with his tongue as fingers tapped out a rhythm against his bare stomach, barley touching. Kyuhyun hummed, low in his throat, when Yesung growled and bucked his hips up, already unbelievably turned on and wishing he’d been smart enough not to let Kyuhyun twist them until he was on top.

“So impatient, Hyung,” Kyuhyun tsked, “Why can’t you ever just sit back and enjoy it?”

“Because you’re a goddamned cocktease and you know it!” Yesung growled, groaning when Kyuhyun’s ass rubbed up against his already straining erection. Kyuhyun chuckled, leaning forward to kiss Yesung again, lips nipping at his lower lip before moving down his chin to nip there, possessively.

“Maybe if you didn’t have such an obsession with flirting with Ryeowook on stage I wouldn’t act like a cocktease,” Kyuhyun murmured when he pulled away, pulling his shirt off over his head.

“It’s not my fault! You’re the one who decided to get that stupid ear surgery and miss the concert!” Yesung growled, hips shifting impatiently, and dying to reach out and touch the now uncovered skin of Kyuhyun’s chest, dying to run his fingers over fading scars that reminded him that Kyuhyun was alive.

Kyuhyun chuckled again. “You flirt with Ryeowook whether I’m there or not, don’t even try to deny that,” he said, pressing his body tight against Yesung’s, licking a trail up Yesung’s neck. Yesung twisted underneath his touch, moaning softly at the feel of the others skin against his already enflamed body.

He didn’t have an answer for that, so he had to be glad for the fact that Kyuhyun decided to kiss him again right then and reach down to unzip his pants, albeit agonizingly slowly and with so little pressure it was almost as if his hand wasn’t hovering there above his prominent erection.

Pulling against his bonds, Yesung again wished he hadn’t been an idiot earlier. Maybe then he’d already be deep in Kyuhyun’s tight heat, listening to him pant against his ear as he thrust into him, unable to think beyond the feel of Yesung in him to even try and switch their positions.

Instead, he thrust his hips upward, moaning into Kyuhyun’s kiss when his erection brushed Kyuhyun’s retreating hand.

Kyuhyun tsked again. “I’m in control Hyung, and this is your punishment. Don’t think I won’t leave you right now and send Ryeowook to let you go.” There was enough resentment in Kyuhyun’s voice that Yesung realized Kyuhyun was acting out of jealousy, and he almost smiled, but then he moaned instead because Kyuhyun’s hand was pressing lightly against his straining erection, lips sucking softly at a spot on his neck, using hardly enough pressure to leave a mark, but enough to drive him crazy.

“Kyuhyun…” he growled warningly, turning his head to capture the others lips in another heated kiss, trying unsuccessfully to distract him as he ground his hips upwards. Kyuhyun’s chuckle was soft against his lips as he pulled away, mirth in his eyes.

“Not yet, Yesung…” he whispered, fingers lifting from a straining erection to the waistband of his boxers, playing with the hem before gripping them and dragging them down, until both jeans and boxers were pulled off his feet.

He grinned when Yesung groaned, tossing his head back at the feel of Kyuhyun’s weight settled just below his aching cock. Leaning forward, Kyuhyun’s abdomen pressed against the tip, making Yesung groan again, and lips found his again, mouth bruising as it took what it wanted.

Resistance was futile. Yesung knew he was going to have to beg if he wanted Kyuhyun to sink down on him already, and let him take him. Kyuhyun was jealous, and possessive, especially when it came to Ryeowook.

Ryeowook and his fanservice was a sore spot with Kyuhyun – he didn’t like it much – but that didn’t mean he had the right to glare at Ryeowook all through out dinner, meanwhile stroking Yesung’s thigh with long, deft fingers, never once touching his cock but knowing how sensitive he was, how turned on he was getting.

And the way he ate – tantalizing fingers slipping into his mouth for much longer then necessary, eyeing Yesung with every move he made, eyes dark and filled with lust.

It drove Yesung crazy.

And then he had to go and tie him to the bed.

But Yesung knew Kyuhyun didn’t care if he had the right or not. Kyuhyun didn’t wear jealousy well. He didn’t hide it well either, or deal with it well for that matter, which is how he’d gotten into this situation, tied up and underneath Kyuhyun, erection straining under the slightest pressure.

Kyuhyun parted their lips with a slight pop, grinning down at the already panting and withering Yesung. Yesung glared at him in return.

“Kyuhyun…”

“Shh, baby. We’ll get to the good stuff soon,” Kyuhyun promised softly against his ear, warm breath making him shiver.

Kyuhyun pulled away, smirk on his lips as he finally started to unzip his pants, moving even slower then he had when he’d unzipped Yesung’s, smoldering eyes locked on to his. Yesung groaned. He wanted to reach forward and unzip Kyuhyun’s pants for him, take his heavy heat into his hands and stroke until Kyuhyun was the one reduced to moaning and begging to come.

Kyuhyun finally got the zipper down, and shifted his hips to help drag them down, tantalizingly slow, a hand reaching up to run down his own skin and making the younger boy shiver. Jongwoon would have growled if he could, but he was too mesmerized by Kyuhyun touching himself.

He liked to touch, but watching Kyuhyun…

When Kyuhyun finally got his pants all the way down, he shoved a hand into his boxers and gripped himself, moaning and squeezing his eyes shut, a hand playing with his nipple, rolling it under the rough pad of fingers.

“Ngh, Jongwoon…” he moaned, and Yesung couldn’t help moaning as well, the sound of his real name dripping off Kyuhyun’s tongue making his whole body shiver as if it were a caress. Kyuhyun’s movements were slow, and Yesung watched as he took his bottom lip into his mouth, watched as the hand playing with a nipple reached down to pull his boxers down instead, and then to insert a finger into his entrance, excruciatingly slowly if Kyuhyun’s soft moans were any indication.

All the while, he stroked himself, and Yesung wanted to reach forward and cover Kyuhyun’s hand with his own, drag both their palms up and down his aching erection. He wanted to shove Kyuhyun backwards and take his length in his mouth, and suck until Kyuhyun’s voice was hoarse from screaming and he came.

“I bet…I can make you come…just from the sound of my…own pleasure…” Kyuhyun whispered, two fingers now inside of himself, stretching and prodding, hand moving just as slowly as when he’s started, fingers playing with the underside of his cock, eyes squeezed shut and breathing harsh.

Yesung groaned, bucking his hips and bouncing Kyuhyun on his legs with the movement, making Kyuhyun’s fingers shift, and suddenly he was crying out Yesung’s name again, his real name, sending a delightful shiver throughout his body again, and Yesung was willing to bet he’d just sent Kyuhyun’s fingers into that one spot that always had him screaming.

Finally, finally Kyuhyun moved into action, letting go of his own cock, yanking his fingers out of his body and leaning down to nip and suck at every part of Yesung’s torso he could reach, dipping his tongue in and out of Yesung’s belly button, stopping to nip at a hip, nose brushing his weeping erection, and finally, finally warm heat surrounded Yesung, and he moaned, the sound long and drawn out.

Kyuhyun pulled back, licking at the precum collecting at the tip, and then dropped his mouth back down again, dark eyes watching Yesung. Yesung withered against the bed, and tried to buck his hips, but Kyuhyun had his palms on them, holding him down as he moved as slowly as he wanted, but Yesung really couldn’t care at this point because Kyuhyun was finally touching him, and that was really all that mattered, because his brain had just jumped out the window.

“Kyuhyun…” he groaned, “Please…” and that was all Kyuhyun needed to deep throat him, tongue laving at the underside of Yesung’s cock, and Yesung nearly screamed in rapture, but he turned his head to bite into the soft flesh of his arm.

Kyuhyun pulled away.

“You’re not supposed to do that Jongwoon,” Kyuhyun reprimanded, smirk on his lips again. “I want to hear you scream…” His voice was unbelievably husky, as it only got when they were in the heat of passion, eyes lidded, and Yesung could only nod, another shiver rocking his body.

Leaning forward, Kyuhyun kissed him, hot and hard and just the way Yesung liked it. Yesung could taste himself on Kyuhyun’s tongue, and he moaned, wishing so much he could reach forward and bury fingers into Kyuhyun’s hair, drag him closer and permanently fuse their mouths together.

As it was, Kyuhyun pulled away much too quickly for Yesung’s liking, but then he realized Kyuhyun had been hovering above his aching erection, and with another smirk, Kyuhyun finally dropped down, encasing Yesung all the way in him, and they both moaned, both shivered, and Yesung wanted nothing more then to grip Kyuhyun’s hips and hold him there.

“Please Kyuhyun…let me touch you…” he whispered, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, unable to look at the pure rapture on Kyuhyun’s face any longer. The heavy weight of Kyuhyun’s hand on his face made him open his eyes, and Kyuhyun was smiling, tender.

“This is you’re punishment Jongwoon,” he reminded gently, leaning forward to nip at his bottom lip, and then he was moving, palms on Yesung’s chest to keep his balance, and Yesung was moaning and struggling against his bonds and thrusting his own hips upward, burying himself deeper into Kyuhyun with every one of Kyuhyun’s downward motions, no matter how slow he dragged them out.

He couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful curve of Kyuhyun’s neck when he threw it back with his next moan, and Yesung wanted to lean forward and suck on it, but Kyuhyun was too far away, and his arms kept him from moving close enough to reach it, kept him from grabbing Kyuhyun’s hips and forcing them down, forcing him to move faster and give him what he wanted already.

When Kyuhyun made a sudden keening sound, Yesung knew he’d found that spot again, and he pressed his hips up further, hitting it harder with every thrust, eyes half lidded as he moaned as well. Kyuhyun reached down then with one hand, holding himself up with the other though Yesung knew he had to be feeling boneless by the trembling of his hand against his chest, and gripped his own shaft, pumping it the way Yesung wanted to, movements speeding up despite how slow Kyuhyun had managed to take them in the beginning.

Yesung could feel the heat building in his stomach, pooling there and smoldering, taunting him with the thought of orgasm being so close, but so far away. He groaned, thrusting up harder, abusing Kyuhyun’s soft spot, forcing his movements to become unsteady, uncontrollable, and Kyuhyun made another loud keening noise, breathing heavy as he let go of his own erection and finally reached up to untie one of Yesung’s wrists, the other arm against his chest finally collapsing, nothing holding Kyuhyun up any longer as he tried to untie Yesung’s other wrist, fingers fumbling with the knot.

Finally, finally Yesung was free, and he reached down to grip Kyuhyun’s hip and slam upward, taking it at his pace and forcing moan after moan out of Kyuhyun’s throat, reaching for Kyuhyun’s aching erection and pumping it, fast, matching the nearly disjointed movements of his hips, until Kyuhyun finally cried out his name, his seed coating Yesung’s hand, the clamping of muscles around Yesung’s erection spurring him on, the shivers of post orgasm feeding his own actions.

Flipping them, Yesung managed to hold himself up against the boneless Kyuhyun and thrust better, deeper, heat building in his abdomen, taunting him, taunting him, curling tight, until finally, finally, it sprang, and Yesung’s orgasm washed over him. He moaned, dropping against Kyuhyun, managing one last languid kiss as his hips jerked erratically in the post orgasm haze.

Their breathing was harsh, Kyuhyun’s lips against his shoulder, and it only took a few minutes for Yesung to gather enough energy to pull out and roll off of Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun turned to face him just as Yesung moved his fingers to his lips to suck off the remnants of Kyuhyun’s orgasm. Kyuhyun watched, eyes half lidded, and couldn’t help the small noise that left his throat when Yesung finally finished and dragged him forward for a kiss.

Then Yesung pulled him against his chest and stroked the skin he’d been denied touch. Kyuhyun’s hands fisted against his chest, head tucked under his chin, and lips softly teased his collarbone.

“You were jealous…” Yesung murmured against the top of his head, and Kyuhyun scoffed, pressing palms against his chest and trying to shove away, but Yesung only pulled him closer, tighter to him. “Ryeowook isn’t you Kyuhyun…every minute I’m with him, I think of you…”

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…I want to read Kyusung now.