Word Count: 450
Notes: #o89 of the Super Junior 100 Fic Challenge
Ryeowook’s cheeks are flushed sweetly, the boy mumbling words,
soft and stumbling and unintelligible, as he slips onto Kangin’s lap.
He’s warm and tipsy and reminds Kangin of a kitten, the innocent
way he nuzzles into the crook of his neck, even the soft purr-like
noise he makes from the back of his throat as he presses his lips in
a chaste, closed mouth kiss.
“Ryeowook ah,” he whispers, the boys hair sweet smelling against
his nose as he tries to push Ryeowook away (but only ends up
bringing his hands to splay over the junction where Ryeowook’s
thighs meet his hips as the younger switches to wet, warm kisses,
sweeps of his tongue that burn against his skin) and forgets what he
was trying to do when Ryeowook moves his hips just so.
But the kids drunk, and Kangin tried to remind himself of this but
his hands press down on those thighs as Ryeowook’s hips come
down again, now drunk himself on the friction.
“Hyung,” Ryeowook breaths, and Kangin moves a hand to rake
it through Ryeowook’s hair, pulling his head back to look at him.
Ryeowook’s eyes are peeking up through dark lashes, the blush of
his cheeks deepening, lips slightly parted and shining in the low
light like a debauched angel and he couldn’t stop his head dipping
down to capture those lips- still laced with the taste of alcohol- in
a simple kiss.
“Hyung,” Ryeowook whimpers against Kangin’s lips, and he lets
his tongue slip past Ryeowook’s open mouth, lets Ryeowook’s hands
trail lower and lower until they’re pulling his belt aside, pulling the
He pulls back and Ryeowook’s eyes catch his own for only a moment
before his flutter closed, as nimble fingers grasp him and begin to
move in smooth, slow strokes. Distracted, he’s only distantly aware
that the weight on top of him shifts, lifts off, and only a moment more
before he realizes why; his eyes snap open as wet heat surrounds him,
and he watches Ryeowook’s tongue and lips move around him.
Kangin’s hands curl and pull at Ryeowook’s hair as he cums, a low
guttural groan sounding in the back of his throat. He looks down,
watching as Ryeowook lets him slip out of his mouth sloppily and
glancing upwards. Kangin found himself entranced at the image left
before him: streaks of moisture left along Ryeowook’s still-pink cheek
and his tongue drawing across his swollen lips. But Ryeowook’s face
smoothed into a satisfied smile before he crawled back up onto Kangin’s
lap, and the sight alone enough to make Kangin hard; He decided he liked
Ryeowook’s face best of all, before bringing his lips down for another kiss.