Fandom: Super Junior
Word Count: 812
Notes: Also affectionately called When Bottoms Top. Written because rainbowromance8 and bara_yosei wanted fight-for-dominance!RyeoMin, and who am I to resist? ... and then asked for a continuation.
Sungmin had started it the second time; a week after the first ‘incident’ (or so the two had decided to call it) pressure was still flowing in steadily, and none of the members were feeling very cheerful. Sungmin raised his head from the book he had been reading to see Ryeowook, standing at the foot of his bed, finishing the last bit of liquid from a brightly labeled can, before dropping it the rubbish bin and started going on about tomorrow’s schedule.
“That was mine.” Sungmin interjected, throwing his book down with a muffled thump and standing from his reclining position to face the other boy, feeling his emotions stir to annoyance when he would have simply brushed it off, “Get me a new one.”
The younger boy paused, surprised at having his speech cut short, but his lips curved into an unusual smirk as he moved closer.
“Make me.” He mocked, throwing Sungmin’s words back at him while closing the half-step that separated them.
Sungmin’s hands thread forcefully in Ryeowook’s hair and forced their lips to meet in a rough kiss; he tasted sugary and sweet from the drink, and Sungmin bit Ryeowook’s lips, just enough to break the skin a bit, to rid his mouth of the taste. This caused Ryeowook to exhale a sound somewhere between a growl and a moan, and he pushed the other boy back onto the bed. There was a slight flaw in his plan though: Sungmin held fast, forcing Ryeowook to come tumbling down, tangled in his arms. Lips met again, the small smear of blood licked off by Sungmin’s searching tongue. What the older boy didn’t realize though, was that Ryeowook had somehow caught his hands and had just finished tying his hands tightly above his head. Eyes widening, he glanced up to see the binding was someone's sock, one of the many usually lying around the dorm at any given time.
“Shut up,” Ryeowook muttered, lips and tongue better occupied by nipping at his neck while hands began to snake Sungmin’s shirt up and left it bunched up around his neck, “You topped last time. It’s my turn.”
Sungmin would have protested, but hardly two seconds later, his pants had been forced to his knees, his underwear brought along; the cool air made him hiss, but then Ryeowook took him into his mouth, causing Sungmin’s hiss to trail off into a strangled growl. But what seemed to Sungmin like seconds later, the younger boys movements stops and suddenly there was hot breath brushing his ear, followed by the slow draw of teeth. An angry whimper broke from his lips unintentionally.
“Hmm, you want me to stop teasing you, don’t you hyung?” his voice was dark and flowed like satin, causing him to grind his hips against Ryeowook’s, but that only increased his frustration at the rough feeling of skin on denim. A small laugh bubbled from his lips; “Say it.”
Sungmin’s eyes clenched shut; he didn’t want to give in so easily, but Ryeowook’s warm weight suddenly shifted as he got off the bed and while his mind was telling him not to give in, his body was disagreeing wholeheartedly.
“Aishi… please!” he growled, his body winning over his brain. Ryeowook gave a loud laugh.
“Please what, hyung?” he teased, quickly peeling his shirt off, his hands lingering over his zipper. “Be more… specific.”
Sungmin knew exactly what he looked like with his shirt still pushed up, hands tied and resting above his head, his pants bunched up around his knees, writhing with an arousal that was almost painfully hard… he could hardly stand the other boys stalling.
“You better shut the fuck up before-” He would have finished his threat, but the sight of Ryeowook pulling out a small container before making quick work of his pants stopped his words. He squeezed some of the clear, viscous gel onto his hand before spreading in on to his own erection, while Sungmin visibly shuddered at the sight. Ryeowook all but ripped Sungmin’s pants completely off, positioning himself between the boys legs. He felt Ryeowook slowly press into him.
“Before what?” And with that, he gave one, strong, full thrust into Sungmin. Arching, Sungmin gave a loud curse, but Ryeowook muffled it with a kiss, palms rubbing circles on his hips. “I don’t believe you’re in the position to be make threats.” He mumbled against Sungmin’s lips and began to move within him.
Hours later, they lay curled together, half asleep and happily satiated. Sungmin nudged Ryeowook, causing him to look up. He brushed his lips softly over his sleepy bedmates, a small, red mark still visible from where he had nipped it earlier.
“You drank my soda on purpose, didn’t you.” He whispered, his inquiry sounded more like a statement to a question. Ryeowook only smirked, replying with a long, deep kiss.
Ok... so it's be a while since I've written anything NC-17. Go easy, ya?