A Game For Twelve (1/1)
Title: A Game For Twelve (1/1)
Pairing: Sehun x Luhan, Xiumin x Luhan, Baekhyun x Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo x Kai x Sehun (?), imaginary! Luhan x Sooyoung (?), OT12
Rating: NC-17
Genre: plotless smut
Warnings: infidelity, pain kink, not quite an orgy, barebacking
Disclaimer: They are not mine, obviously.
Summary: One serene evening, EXO decides to play a ''sexy'' board game. And it's entirely Baekhyun's fault.
Written for this prompt.
When one serene evening Baekhyun suggests playing some shady board game he’s just brought from God-knows-where (instead of watching a movie like they usually do) with rather mischievous glint in his eye, they already know it’s going to be a night to remember.
It’s 6 pm. Decent hour for having a little fun just before going to sleep and much appreciated leisure time before yet another tiresome day of smiling and joking in front of the camera like bunch of idiots. They like their job, they do. It’s just that the general lack of privacy and overprotectiveness of their hyungs and superiors make an unbreakable barrier separating them from genuine, carefree fun; that kind of exciting thrill every young person craves from time to time.
That’s what Baekhyun thinks anyway, so he sets the board game on the floor and waits for everyone to take their seats in the circle of pillows he prepared especially for the occasion.
‘‘Cool, this is going to be good guys!’’ he cackles and plops down between Kris and Kyungsoo, grinning widely and conveniently ignoring Chanyeol making a face at him for uncomradely sitting so far away. ‘‘You ready?’’
‘‘You still didn’t tell us what kind of board game you want to play so badly, though.’’ Kyungsoo observes somewhat flatly, playing with an empty can of coffee in his hand. He has this annoying habit of sounding like he perceives Baekhyun as intellectually limited when he's being moody, but Baekhyun decides to be a better man and make it slide this time in favor of the greater good.
‘‘Yeah, man. I mean, it’s cool that we’re twelve and bonding and stuff but a board game? Over a movie?’’ Chen bumps his knees against Tao’s, searching for moral support. ‘‘Sounds boring.’’
‘‘At least it’s something we don’t do often. I’m actually curious.’’ Suho admits.
Baekhyun looks around just in time to catch Luhan and Sehun making kissy faces at each other from opposite seats in the circle and rolls his eyes.
‘‘Everyone just shut up. I guarantee you’ll like this game.’’
And then he shows them. Sehun cranes his neck and reads the title aloud: Sexy Time, Board Game for Adults Only.
Chen whistles, Lay giggles and Suho hyperventilates, but the rest has their eyes fixed on the game, suddenly intrigued. Not at all what they were expecting.
‘‘So, how does this work?’’ Tao asks shyly in broken Korean. ‘‘Isn’t it for …ugh?’’
‘‘It’s for couples. We’re twelve. Twelve tired guys sitting on their asses on the floor.’’ Kyungsoo deadpans and this time Baekhyun does elbow him in the rib, earning a surprised gasp in return.
‘‘I’m not tired.’’ Kris says suddenly and Baekhyun thinks he sees Luhan’s Adam Apple vibrating at the sound. Or maybe he’s just gone crazy.
‘‘Me neither.’’ Chanyeol’s quick to follow, already overexcited like a teenager watching porn for the first time. He claps his hands uncontrollably like a seal out of water, incidentally punching Kai’s jaw in the process.
Baekhyun smirks. ‘‘Great. Okay, so this is kinda goofy and for couples indeed but I was thinking…we can modify the game all we want, right? Basically, we draw cards in turns, there’s some sort of a command or a question written on every single one. Sometimes they involve not only you but also another person, so in that case we will roll dice two times to decide whom. For example, if I roll two and three, I count people in the circle clockwise and the fifth one becomes the man in question. All clear?’’
‘‘I didn’t know that side of you, Baekhyun.’’ Chen smirks, but it’s obvious that he’s rather excited about the whole idea.
‘‘Yeah, whatever. Well, who starts?’’
‘‘But is that really a good id -’‘ Suho starts, but shuts his mouth right away under everyone’s scrutinizing gazes. ‘‘Okay, fine, fine.’’
Before anyone does as much as flinch Kris rises and draws the first card for himself, confidence radiating from his every muscle and vein.
‘‘What does it say?’’ Tao asks nervously after a few moments pass, fidgeting on the pillow.
Kris smiles and turns the card so that they can read the message, too.
The best part of my body is…
‘‘My abs and cock. But some of you know that much already.’’
Baekhyun lets out a halfhearted laugh and gets up to bring them some beer. They will need beer.
A lot of beer. And perhaps some vodka, Malibu and gin too.
The game proves to be more fun than they expected and they end up laughing their asses off with every single command and question, from How hard do you think his thighs are? (Chanyeol about Lay), through Did you have any sexual fantasies concerning person X? (Tao about Kai), straight to If there is something you want him to know, tell him now (Suho to Xiumin). It’s entertaining, suggestive and a little dirty, but kept in playful tone doesn’t necessarily cross their borders, so they drink and draw cards and drink again, until the atmosphere becomes a little heavier with their breathing and colorful dots start dancing before their eyes. They aren’t drunk yet, tipsy - yes, but not drunk, and it’s nothing but convenient because after several rounds into the game the messages on the cards get spicy for real and it’s principally wrong to do sexy stuff with your friends while sober. So, when Chen draws a Give him a boner with dirty talk only card and rolls eight in total - that being Luhan - all he does is lean back and smirk at him across the circle, licking his dry lips in thought.
‘‘Let’s see…I know I can do it.’’
Xiumin lets out a short bark of strained laughter and Luhan’s head, resting on his shoulder, bumps a little. Sweating palms and subtle distress painting his round, flushed face don’t escape Baekhyun’s attention and for a short moment he’s certain Xiumin will jump up and try to defend Luhan’s honor out of the undying adoration they all know he feels for him. Luckily, he doesn’t.
‘‘Okay, Luhan. You focused?’’ Chen waves his hand in the general direction of Luhan’s face, and when their eyes meet, he grins. ‘‘I want you to look at Sehun when I talk. Don’t look away.’’
Luhan gapes a little at that but compiles, fixing his eyes on Sehun’s now flushed face. He sits straight and waits.
He seems a little out of it already, cheeks red and forehead slightly sweaty in the warm room. He keeps his hands folded and resting on his knees, probably afraid they’ll start shaking as soon as he uncurls his fingers. Sehun’s in no better shape, being the youngest and least used to drinking alcohol shows mercilessly in his glazed eyes and lazily bowed back.
Chen takes his time, whether purposely making them wait, gazing at each other in strained silence, or simply being out of ideas, they don’t know.
‘‘For Chen, we should set a time limit I guess.’’ Kyungsoo says. ‘‘Do you want us to sit like this forever?’’
‘‘Hmm…ok, let’s set a time limit.’’ Baekhyun agrees and taps his chin with a finger. ‘‘And change rules a bit. If Chen fails, he’s out of the game. We will start eliminating players from now on.’’
‘‘Why?’’ Tao whines.
‘‘Because…this way one person can win at the end. And receive a special prize!’’ Baekhyun beams and suddenly points at Chanyeol. ‘‘You think up the prize.’’
‘‘Me?’’ Chanyeol may be a general dumbass, but has one strong head and doesn’t seem tipsy at all. His eyes widen curiously at Baekhyun, and, not wanting to disappoint his usual prank comrade, he thinks hard on the subject before deciding. ‘‘How about this, the winner can get his one fantasy fulfilled, the wildest one he can think of. You know, anything you couldn’t normally ask of other members of the group. No harsh feeling afterwards.’’
‘‘Perfect!’’ Baekhyun agrees before anyone else can express their opinion on the matter, and spotting Kyungsoo open his mouth (surely to protest), elbows him in the rib again. ‘‘Ok, so Chen - you have five minutes to complete your task. If you don’t you’re out.’’
‘‘Man - ‘‘
‘‘Four minutes thirty seconds.’’
‘‘Okay, okay! Okay. Luhan, look at Sehun and not at me. And listen up.’’
The look on Sehun’s face alone is making Luhan’s pants feel tighter than usual, so he figures it won’t take much more to push him over the edge. Sehun’s really, really handsome and so grown up that Luhan can’t help but marvel at how well sculpted his body has become, so lean and willowy but strong nonetheless. His faded bubblegum pink hair match Luhan’s silver-violet ones and make him look somewhat exotic and all the more attractive.
What’s the most important right now, however, is what Luhan can see in his eyes, the look that promises heaven and hell all at the same time, almost making him come undone right where he sits before Chen even opens his mouth.
‘‘Imagine his hands on your thighs, skin touching skin.’’ Chen says suddenly and caught off-guard Luhan does just that, picturing their bodies touching and breathes mixing. Unsurprisingly, it does him no good. ‘‘He runs his palms all over your white skin, slowly - oh fuck. Dude, that was fast. ‘‘
Everyone snap out of the trance and stare at Luhan and the obvious tent in his trousers. Kyungsoo clears his throat. Baekhyun giggles.
‘‘Damn, I’m good. How much did that take, like 20 seconds?’’ Chen boasts and Lay hits him playfully in the chest.
‘‘I bet he’s just horny as fuck, is all.’’
Luhan groans, pulling the pillow from underneath his butt and putting it on his lap instead in a childish attempt to cover his crotch. Sehun follows his every movement with his eyes but says nothing.
‘‘Ok,ok, no tormenting Luhan. Next! ’’ Baekhyun orders and nods at Tao.
A He would look good kissing... card is drawn and Tao rolls five. That is Baekhyun.
‘‘Ha!’’ Chen shouts, his tone triumphal. ‘‘Can’t wait to see how this one goes. Who’d you like to kiss, Baeby?’’
‘‘I can honestly admit that not you.’’ Baekhyun snarls.
‘‘It’s about Tao’s preference right now.’’ Kai adds, grinning widely. ‘‘The situation screams Baekyeol to me, though.’’
‘‘I bet he’d die to kiss Taeyeon at least once.’’ Xiumin teases, trying to ignore Luhan and Sehun eye fucking each other. ‘‘And they wouldn’t look bad together.’’
‘‘Let Tao speak up.’’ Suho suggests.
Tao wiggles in his seat, unsure whether he should speak the truth or just say anything to please them. Baekhyun gazes at him expectantly, silently praying Tao won’t pull some weird shit on him like he knows he’s capable of.
No such luck.
‘‘I think…I think he’d look good kissing Kyungsoo.’’ Tao manages weakly, hiding his face in his palms, embarrassed.
He better takes that back, this fucker, Baekhyun mumbles under his breath when everyone - except Sehun, he’s too busy devouring Luhan in his mind - stares both at him and Kyungsoo, probably measuring the level of sexiness putting them together would reach. Tao is going to regret it.
‘‘Now that you mention it…’’ Kris teases, all too pleased with the furious glance Baekhyun shoots him. ‘‘That’d be rather hot.’’
‘‘Agreed.’’ Chen claps. ‘‘I want to see that!’’
‘‘Me too.’’ Lay smiles, mouthing a half-hearted sorry, when Kyungsoo gapes at him. ‘‘It’s just that something about you two being put together is really exciting.’’
‘‘The sexual tension between two snarky, diva babies!’’
‘‘There is NO sexual tension between us!’’ Kyungsoo shouts in despair, dramatically raising his hands to the ceiling. ‘‘God help us, our bandmates’ observation skills are truly terrifying.’’
‘‘You are dicks. And he voted me as the ugliest member of EXO, did you forget already?’’ Baekhyun mumbles, drops of sweat running down his back in the much too hot room. Suddenly even pressing his shoulder to Kyungsoo’s feels weird.
‘‘He just found out that you took a shower with Kai that morning.’’ Chen chuckles and Baekhyun makes a mental note that they’re all indecent and jealous people, therefore he should be more wary of his actions in the future. ‘‘And you two took your sweet time.’’
‘‘What!’’ Chanyeol shouts, but everyone ignores him.
‘‘Seriously? That’s why Kyungsoo said Baekhyun’s ugly on Weekly Idol?’’ Kai asks, genuinely surprised but very content at the thought that Kyungsoo is jealous of him enough to bully other people. ‘‘Wow. And here I was, wondering why he placed me so far away then.’’
‘‘Wow my ass.’’ Kyungsoo bits his lip, averting his eyes. ‘‘I said he’s the least handsome because that’s my personal preference. Nothing you can do about it.’’
Kai grins and Kyungsoo smacks him across the head.
‘‘Sure, talk about me like I’m not here. I don’t mind.’’ Baekhyun crosses his arms and sighs. ‘‘Just for your information, I’m not a big fan of your face either, Kyungsoo.’’
‘‘Hey, hey, we’re going off-topic here.’’ Chen waves, trying to catch their attention. ‘‘But since Tao choose you two, it’s only fair to let him see the kiss, hm?’’
‘‘Oh, fuck you Chen.’’ Baekhyun rolls his eyes, but he already knows it’s a lost cause. Everyone got so excited at the thought of him kissing the doe-eyed moron that it’s impossible to let it slide this time, so he just grabs Kyungsoo by the neck unceremoniously and smashes their lips together when the other doesn’t quite expect it. He tastes unmistakable sweetness of Malibu.
He doesn’t linger too long, just gives Kyungsoo’s full lips a few playful licks as if making out with a mannequin and leaves him stunned, frozen in his spot. Maybe it wasn’t that bad after all, Baekhyun decides, feeling oddly content after he’s done and D.O. stares at him with his jaw hanging open stupidly.
‘‘Ta-da. Next.’’ Baekhyun grins and wiggles his eyebrows at them, ignoring flushed Kyungsoo glaring daggers at his back.
A few more cards are drawn and further embarrassments arise when Kai babbles about walking in on Sehun jerking off in their room while having phone sex with someone (Kai could bet his rib it was Luhan), and then walking in on Xiumin fingering himself a week after (Kai could bet his every single rib and both kidneys that it was yet again to the image of Luhan). Things don’t necessarily get better with Chanyeol describing the best sex he’s actually never had (but wishes to in not so near future), and Kris estimating the length of Suho’s manhood. Suho doesn’t agree to have it measured, therefore he’s the first person out.
Things get interesting again when Xiumin draws a I usually masturbate to the image of… card and immediately says, ‘‘SNSD’s Sooyoung.’’
Kyungsoo raises his brows. ‘‘What the hell.’’
’‘And? That’s all?’’ Kris smirks. ‘‘You just imagine her face and jerk off? How unimaginative.’’
‘‘That’s not really it.’’ Xiumin adds slowly, but immediately regrets it when their hazed with alcohol eyes set on his face. It’s already dark in the room but no one feels like getting up and switching on the light. ‘‘I…um.’’
‘‘What? What? You fucking her at least I hope, Xiumin, don’t be such a virgin. It’s boring and I’m not even drunk enough yet.’’ Chen yawns. ‘‘C’mon.’’
Xiumin sweats. Luhan’s sitting right next to him and Sehun’s close enough to get up and murder him in less than half a second if situation calls for it, but he’s sincerely hoping they’re both too drunk already to pay much attention. Maybe it’ll slide.
‘‘I, well. Ugh. I think about Luhan, too. Sometimes. Never mind.’’
‘‘No, no, no, no, wait up!’’ Lay doesn’t let him get away easily, looking almost too curious for his own good. ‘‘So, like, sometimes about Luhan and sometimes about Sooyoung?’’
‘‘Well, Luhan’s pretty. Prettier than Sooyoung, so it’s not all that surprising.’’ Baekhyun adds cheekily.
From the corner of his eye, Xiumin notices Luhan fidgeting in his seat, but him not saying anything at all is somehow more unnerving than a straight punch to the face.
Xiumin swallows a lump in his throat.
‘‘No lying. Tell us what exactly you fantasize about or you’re out.’’ Kris orders and that’s about it.
Xiumin looks down at his own knees, too embarrassed to meet anyone’s eyes. ‘‘Sometimes…I think of Sooyoung’s body when I…well. Jerk off. Sometimes. Not like I’ve seen her completely naked, but, you know. The outfits they’re wearing…and stuff. You have to admit they’re quite revealing and I have a good enough idea of what lies underneath.’’
‘‘But you’re not fantasizing about having your way with her?’’ Kris doesn’t seem too convinced.
‘‘Maybe he imagines Luhan fucking her.’’ Chen chuckles at his own joke, but the laughter soon dies on his lips when Xiumin starts biting his lip in strained silence. ‘‘What? Don’t tell me I’ve actually hit home cause that’s just...’’
‘‘Aw, man. I like you Xiumin, you know I do, but that’s a little weird.’’ Baekhyun observes. ‘‘I could imagine it happening only if she had a dick.’’
Lay, Chen and Kai chuckle at that.
‘‘So, what do I do with Sooyoung in your fantasies?’’ Luhan asks suddenly and Xiumin jumps at the sound of his smooth, liquid voice, warm air brushing his tender earlobe and setting his nerves on fire.
Luhan casually puts his hand on Xiumin’s crotch, not quite palming it but applying a little bit of distracting pressure, and it’s all Xiumin’s manhood needs to stir awake. Feeling it harden underneath his hand, Luhan starts massaging his penis through the fabric. ‘‘Tell me.’’
‘‘I…I…’’
‘‘Take it out.’’ Luhan hears Kris command. ‘‘Take his dick out.’’
‘‘I have to listen to the leader.’’ Luhan whispers into Xiumin’s ear seductively and reaches down to unzip his jeans. He doesn’t know himself why he’s doing this, maybe for the thrill of everyone seeing just how much power he has over Xiumin, or maybe because he wants Sehun to watch him touching another man. He had so much to drink it’s hard to concentrate on reasoning, therefore he doesn’t. ‘‘Now tell me.’’
‘‘O…okay.’’ Xiumin whines brokenly when Luhan pulls his dick out and curls his hand around the base, pumping slowly and lazily. He presses his slick, half-open mouth to Xiumin’s cheek and waits. ‘‘I like...you both, so I usually imagine you fucking Sooyoung. In many places and positions, depending on my mood…’’
‘‘Care to elaborate on that?’’ Chen prompts, mesmerized by the sight of Luhan’s beautiful hand working Xiumin up. He knows they can turn this into a real show if they play their cards right, so he encourages Luhan even further. ‘‘And I hope Luhan gives a good handjob.’’
He risks a glance at Luhan’s boyfriend then, but Sehun looks so wasted he probably doesn’t register what’s happening in front of his eyes, leaning heavily on Kai half-asleep. Perhaps that’s for the better. ‘‘Go on, tell us more.’’
‘‘Well…’’ Xiumin hesitates, but then Luhan gives him this one particularly good stroke and all of his boundaries crumble. His dick is impossibly hard and Luhan’s the only thing he can think of right now. ‘‘My favorite fantasy is about…oh my God, Luhan.’’
‘‘Tell us already!’’ Kris hisses.
Xiumin’s eyes roll back into his head from all the overstimulation and before he knows, he’s telling them everything he swore no one will ever hear. ‘‘It’s about Luhan and Sooyoung doing it while standing…him lifting her leg and then pushing inside holding the position, so that I can see his bent dick disappearing inside her pussy while they do it; fluids leaking and mixing together, cum and blood. He fucks her hard. Sometimes I also picture myself with them, sitting somewhere near and giving them orders…telling them to do it on the floor, Sooyoung on her hands and knees and Luhan pressing his chest to her back. Fucking her asshole until she screams.’’
‘‘Oh…oh.’’ Kyungsoo comments intelligently, and only after Xiumin’s done speaking does he realize that Kai has his hand shoved down his boxers, palming his erection. His other hand is in Sehun’s pants.
‘‘Well done, Xiumin.’’ Kris praises and rises from his seat. ‘‘I think you deserve the main prize of today’s evening. After all, Baekhyun said that we can change the rules of the game all we want.’’
Before Luhan registers what’s happening, Kris grabs him by the hair from behind and yanks hard. ‘‘Ride him.’’
‘‘Oh God!’’ Chen and Lay shout in unison.
Luhan looks unsure, his hand still on Xiumin’s dick. He turns his head back as much as he can with Kris holding him to glance at his almost passed out boyfriend and bits his lower lip coyly. ‘‘Condom?’’
Kris smirks. ‘‘You don’t need a condom for that.’’
‘‘Wait…’’
But Xiumin already lifts him up and Kris pulls Luhan’s sweatpants and underwear down his hips expertly, revealing his round, small butt and earning a series of uncontrolled gasps from everyone in the room.
‘‘I’d tap that, too. Damn.’’ Kai whistles and in the same time Kyungsoo spills into his hand. ‘‘So jealous right now.’’
‘‘Same.’’ Chen whines, furiously tugging at his own dick.
‘‘Ready?’’ Xiumin bites Luhan’s ear, positioning his narrow hips just above his own dick. He spits on one of his hands and quickly works two fingers inside Luhan’s tight hole, earning a hard shove to the chest.
‘‘That hurts! Stop!’’ Luhan cries, but there’s something in his eyes that tells Xiumin he’s enjoying the rough treatment he gets.
‘‘That’s all you’re going to get. Your choice.’’ And with that Xiumin grabs his hips harder, forcing Luhan all the way down to impale himself on his dick. ‘‘But then again, I know you like bleeding.’’
Luhan doesn’t even manage to ask how the hell Xiumin knows about that before his whole body spasm in excruciating pain. He refuses to scream even though it hurts more than what he’s used to , afraid the neighbors might actually hear him. He most certainly won’t be able to walk tomorrow, he laments mentally, feeling Xiumin’s dick working hard and fast inside him with astonishing precision.
Sehun will have to carry him around. If he doesn’t break up with him first, that is, but then again Sehun still kind of has Kai’s hand shoved down his boxers so he shouldn’t be one to complain after he comes to his senses.
‘‘No harsh feelings?’’ Xiumin whispers expectantly, dick still buried balls deep in his ass.
Luhan lets out a lewd moan, purposely clenching around Xiumin’s manhood in reply. ''Nope. Although...me and Sooyoung? That wouldn't do. Next time you jerk off to the image of me getting in on with Sehun and maybe we can think something up...to ease your loneliness.''
''But Sehun hates me.''
''I bet Sooyoung would hate you much more if she knew that me fucking her bloody is what makes you cum in a blink.''
''Point taken.''
''Then how will it be?''
''...Okay. Okay, I'll try. Thanks for not being overly weird about it all.''
''You're most welcome. And one more thing; tomorrow you explain to my boyfriend why I'm an invalid. Good luck.''
Xiumin whines. He's so fucked.
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A/N: Why did I even write this, I honestly don't know.
Forgive me.
Pairing: Sehun x Luhan, Xiumin x Luhan, Baekhyun x Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo x Kai x Sehun (?), imaginary! Luhan x Sooyoung (?), OT12
Rating: NC-17
Genre: plotless smut
Warnings: infidelity, pain kink, not quite an orgy, barebacking
Disclaimer: They are not mine, obviously.
Summary: One serene evening, EXO decides to play a ''sexy'' board game. And it's entirely Baekhyun's fault.
Written for this prompt.
When one serene evening Baekhyun suggests playing some shady board game he’s just brought from God-knows-where (instead of watching a movie like they usually do) with rather mischievous glint in his eye, they already know it’s going to be a night to remember.
It’s 6 pm. Decent hour for having a little fun just before going to sleep and much appreciated leisure time before yet another tiresome day of smiling and joking in front of the camera like bunch of idiots. They like their job, they do. It’s just that the general lack of privacy and overprotectiveness of their hyungs and superiors make an unbreakable barrier separating them from genuine, carefree fun; that kind of exciting thrill every young person craves from time to time.
That’s what Baekhyun thinks anyway, so he sets the board game on the floor and waits for everyone to take their seats in the circle of pillows he prepared especially for the occasion.
‘‘Cool, this is going to be good guys!’’ he cackles and plops down between Kris and Kyungsoo, grinning widely and conveniently ignoring Chanyeol making a face at him for uncomradely sitting so far away. ‘‘You ready?’’
‘‘You still didn’t tell us what kind of board game you want to play so badly, though.’’ Kyungsoo observes somewhat flatly, playing with an empty can of coffee in his hand. He has this annoying habit of sounding like he perceives Baekhyun as intellectually limited when he's being moody, but Baekhyun decides to be a better man and make it slide this time in favor of the greater good.
‘‘Yeah, man. I mean, it’s cool that we’re twelve and bonding and stuff but a board game? Over a movie?’’ Chen bumps his knees against Tao’s, searching for moral support. ‘‘Sounds boring.’’
‘‘At least it’s something we don’t do often. I’m actually curious.’’ Suho admits.
Baekhyun looks around just in time to catch Luhan and Sehun making kissy faces at each other from opposite seats in the circle and rolls his eyes.
‘‘Everyone just shut up. I guarantee you’ll like this game.’’
And then he shows them. Sehun cranes his neck and reads the title aloud: Sexy Time, Board Game for Adults Only.
Chen whistles, Lay giggles and Suho hyperventilates, but the rest has their eyes fixed on the game, suddenly intrigued. Not at all what they were expecting.
‘‘So, how does this work?’’ Tao asks shyly in broken Korean. ‘‘Isn’t it for …ugh?’’
‘‘It’s for couples. We’re twelve. Twelve tired guys sitting on their asses on the floor.’’ Kyungsoo deadpans and this time Baekhyun does elbow him in the rib, earning a surprised gasp in return.
‘‘I’m not tired.’’ Kris says suddenly and Baekhyun thinks he sees Luhan’s Adam Apple vibrating at the sound. Or maybe he’s just gone crazy.
‘‘Me neither.’’ Chanyeol’s quick to follow, already overexcited like a teenager watching porn for the first time. He claps his hands uncontrollably like a seal out of water, incidentally punching Kai’s jaw in the process.
Baekhyun smirks. ‘‘Great. Okay, so this is kinda goofy and for couples indeed but I was thinking…we can modify the game all we want, right? Basically, we draw cards in turns, there’s some sort of a command or a question written on every single one. Sometimes they involve not only you but also another person, so in that case we will roll dice two times to decide whom. For example, if I roll two and three, I count people in the circle clockwise and the fifth one becomes the man in question. All clear?’’
‘‘I didn’t know that side of you, Baekhyun.’’ Chen smirks, but it’s obvious that he’s rather excited about the whole idea.
‘‘Yeah, whatever. Well, who starts?’’
‘‘But is that really a good id -’‘ Suho starts, but shuts his mouth right away under everyone’s scrutinizing gazes. ‘‘Okay, fine, fine.’’
Before anyone does as much as flinch Kris rises and draws the first card for himself, confidence radiating from his every muscle and vein.
‘‘What does it say?’’ Tao asks nervously after a few moments pass, fidgeting on the pillow.
Kris smiles and turns the card so that they can read the message, too.
The best part of my body is…
‘‘My abs and cock. But some of you know that much already.’’
Baekhyun lets out a halfhearted laugh and gets up to bring them some beer. They will need beer.
A lot of beer. And perhaps some vodka, Malibu and gin too.
The game proves to be more fun than they expected and they end up laughing their asses off with every single command and question, from How hard do you think his thighs are? (Chanyeol about Lay), through Did you have any sexual fantasies concerning person X? (Tao about Kai), straight to If there is something you want him to know, tell him now (Suho to Xiumin). It’s entertaining, suggestive and a little dirty, but kept in playful tone doesn’t necessarily cross their borders, so they drink and draw cards and drink again, until the atmosphere becomes a little heavier with their breathing and colorful dots start dancing before their eyes. They aren’t drunk yet, tipsy - yes, but not drunk, and it’s nothing but convenient because after several rounds into the game the messages on the cards get spicy for real and it’s principally wrong to do sexy stuff with your friends while sober. So, when Chen draws a Give him a boner with dirty talk only card and rolls eight in total - that being Luhan - all he does is lean back and smirk at him across the circle, licking his dry lips in thought.
‘‘Let’s see…I know I can do it.’’
Xiumin lets out a short bark of strained laughter and Luhan’s head, resting on his shoulder, bumps a little. Sweating palms and subtle distress painting his round, flushed face don’t escape Baekhyun’s attention and for a short moment he’s certain Xiumin will jump up and try to defend Luhan’s honor out of the undying adoration they all know he feels for him. Luckily, he doesn’t.
‘‘Okay, Luhan. You focused?’’ Chen waves his hand in the general direction of Luhan’s face, and when their eyes meet, he grins. ‘‘I want you to look at Sehun when I talk. Don’t look away.’’
Luhan gapes a little at that but compiles, fixing his eyes on Sehun’s now flushed face. He sits straight and waits.
He seems a little out of it already, cheeks red and forehead slightly sweaty in the warm room. He keeps his hands folded and resting on his knees, probably afraid they’ll start shaking as soon as he uncurls his fingers. Sehun’s in no better shape, being the youngest and least used to drinking alcohol shows mercilessly in his glazed eyes and lazily bowed back.
Chen takes his time, whether purposely making them wait, gazing at each other in strained silence, or simply being out of ideas, they don’t know.
‘‘For Chen, we should set a time limit I guess.’’ Kyungsoo says. ‘‘Do you want us to sit like this forever?’’
‘‘Hmm…ok, let’s set a time limit.’’ Baekhyun agrees and taps his chin with a finger. ‘‘And change rules a bit. If Chen fails, he’s out of the game. We will start eliminating players from now on.’’
‘‘Why?’’ Tao whines.
‘‘Because…this way one person can win at the end. And receive a special prize!’’ Baekhyun beams and suddenly points at Chanyeol. ‘‘You think up the prize.’’
‘‘Me?’’ Chanyeol may be a general dumbass, but has one strong head and doesn’t seem tipsy at all. His eyes widen curiously at Baekhyun, and, not wanting to disappoint his usual prank comrade, he thinks hard on the subject before deciding. ‘‘How about this, the winner can get his one fantasy fulfilled, the wildest one he can think of. You know, anything you couldn’t normally ask of other members of the group. No harsh feeling afterwards.’’
‘‘Perfect!’’ Baekhyun agrees before anyone else can express their opinion on the matter, and spotting Kyungsoo open his mouth (surely to protest), elbows him in the rib again. ‘‘Ok, so Chen - you have five minutes to complete your task. If you don’t you’re out.’’
‘‘Man - ‘‘
‘‘Four minutes thirty seconds.’’
‘‘Okay, okay! Okay. Luhan, look at Sehun and not at me. And listen up.’’
The look on Sehun’s face alone is making Luhan’s pants feel tighter than usual, so he figures it won’t take much more to push him over the edge. Sehun’s really, really handsome and so grown up that Luhan can’t help but marvel at how well sculpted his body has become, so lean and willowy but strong nonetheless. His faded bubblegum pink hair match Luhan’s silver-violet ones and make him look somewhat exotic and all the more attractive.
What’s the most important right now, however, is what Luhan can see in his eyes, the look that promises heaven and hell all at the same time, almost making him come undone right where he sits before Chen even opens his mouth.
‘‘Imagine his hands on your thighs, skin touching skin.’’ Chen says suddenly and caught off-guard Luhan does just that, picturing their bodies touching and breathes mixing. Unsurprisingly, it does him no good. ‘‘He runs his palms all over your white skin, slowly - oh fuck. Dude, that was fast. ‘‘
Everyone snap out of the trance and stare at Luhan and the obvious tent in his trousers. Kyungsoo clears his throat. Baekhyun giggles.
‘‘Damn, I’m good. How much did that take, like 20 seconds?’’ Chen boasts and Lay hits him playfully in the chest.
‘‘I bet he’s just horny as fuck, is all.’’
Luhan groans, pulling the pillow from underneath his butt and putting it on his lap instead in a childish attempt to cover his crotch. Sehun follows his every movement with his eyes but says nothing.
‘‘Ok,ok, no tormenting Luhan. Next! ’’ Baekhyun orders and nods at Tao.
A He would look good kissing... card is drawn and Tao rolls five. That is Baekhyun.
‘‘Ha!’’ Chen shouts, his tone triumphal. ‘‘Can’t wait to see how this one goes. Who’d you like to kiss, Baeby?’’
‘‘I can honestly admit that not you.’’ Baekhyun snarls.
‘‘It’s about Tao’s preference right now.’’ Kai adds, grinning widely. ‘‘The situation screams Baekyeol to me, though.’’
‘‘I bet he’d die to kiss Taeyeon at least once.’’ Xiumin teases, trying to ignore Luhan and Sehun eye fucking each other. ‘‘And they wouldn’t look bad together.’’
‘‘Let Tao speak up.’’ Suho suggests.
Tao wiggles in his seat, unsure whether he should speak the truth or just say anything to please them. Baekhyun gazes at him expectantly, silently praying Tao won’t pull some weird shit on him like he knows he’s capable of.
No such luck.
‘‘I think…I think he’d look good kissing Kyungsoo.’’ Tao manages weakly, hiding his face in his palms, embarrassed.
He better takes that back, this fucker, Baekhyun mumbles under his breath when everyone - except Sehun, he’s too busy devouring Luhan in his mind - stares both at him and Kyungsoo, probably measuring the level of sexiness putting them together would reach. Tao is going to regret it.
‘‘Now that you mention it…’’ Kris teases, all too pleased with the furious glance Baekhyun shoots him. ‘‘That’d be rather hot.’’
‘‘Agreed.’’ Chen claps. ‘‘I want to see that!’’
‘‘Me too.’’ Lay smiles, mouthing a half-hearted sorry, when Kyungsoo gapes at him. ‘‘It’s just that something about you two being put together is really exciting.’’
‘‘The sexual tension between two snarky, diva babies!’’
‘‘There is NO sexual tension between us!’’ Kyungsoo shouts in despair, dramatically raising his hands to the ceiling. ‘‘God help us, our bandmates’ observation skills are truly terrifying.’’
‘‘You are dicks. And he voted me as the ugliest member of EXO, did you forget already?’’ Baekhyun mumbles, drops of sweat running down his back in the much too hot room. Suddenly even pressing his shoulder to Kyungsoo’s feels weird.
‘‘He just found out that you took a shower with Kai that morning.’’ Chen chuckles and Baekhyun makes a mental note that they’re all indecent and jealous people, therefore he should be more wary of his actions in the future. ‘‘And you two took your sweet time.’’
‘‘What!’’ Chanyeol shouts, but everyone ignores him.
‘‘Seriously? That’s why Kyungsoo said Baekhyun’s ugly on Weekly Idol?’’ Kai asks, genuinely surprised but very content at the thought that Kyungsoo is jealous of him enough to bully other people. ‘‘Wow. And here I was, wondering why he placed me so far away then.’’
‘‘Wow my ass.’’ Kyungsoo bits his lip, averting his eyes. ‘‘I said he’s the least handsome because that’s my personal preference. Nothing you can do about it.’’
Kai grins and Kyungsoo smacks him across the head.
‘‘Sure, talk about me like I’m not here. I don’t mind.’’ Baekhyun crosses his arms and sighs. ‘‘Just for your information, I’m not a big fan of your face either, Kyungsoo.’’
‘‘Hey, hey, we’re going off-topic here.’’ Chen waves, trying to catch their attention. ‘‘But since Tao choose you two, it’s only fair to let him see the kiss, hm?’’
‘‘Oh, fuck you Chen.’’ Baekhyun rolls his eyes, but he already knows it’s a lost cause. Everyone got so excited at the thought of him kissing the doe-eyed moron that it’s impossible to let it slide this time, so he just grabs Kyungsoo by the neck unceremoniously and smashes their lips together when the other doesn’t quite expect it. He tastes unmistakable sweetness of Malibu.
He doesn’t linger too long, just gives Kyungsoo’s full lips a few playful licks as if making out with a mannequin and leaves him stunned, frozen in his spot. Maybe it wasn’t that bad after all, Baekhyun decides, feeling oddly content after he’s done and D.O. stares at him with his jaw hanging open stupidly.
‘‘Ta-da. Next.’’ Baekhyun grins and wiggles his eyebrows at them, ignoring flushed Kyungsoo glaring daggers at his back.
A few more cards are drawn and further embarrassments arise when Kai babbles about walking in on Sehun jerking off in their room while having phone sex with someone (Kai could bet his rib it was Luhan), and then walking in on Xiumin fingering himself a week after (Kai could bet his every single rib and both kidneys that it was yet again to the image of Luhan). Things don’t necessarily get better with Chanyeol describing the best sex he’s actually never had (but wishes to in not so near future), and Kris estimating the length of Suho’s manhood. Suho doesn’t agree to have it measured, therefore he’s the first person out.
Things get interesting again when Xiumin draws a I usually masturbate to the image of… card and immediately says, ‘‘SNSD’s Sooyoung.’’
Kyungsoo raises his brows. ‘‘What the hell.’’
’‘And? That’s all?’’ Kris smirks. ‘‘You just imagine her face and jerk off? How unimaginative.’’
‘‘That’s not really it.’’ Xiumin adds slowly, but immediately regrets it when their hazed with alcohol eyes set on his face. It’s already dark in the room but no one feels like getting up and switching on the light. ‘‘I…um.’’
‘‘What? What? You fucking her at least I hope, Xiumin, don’t be such a virgin. It’s boring and I’m not even drunk enough yet.’’ Chen yawns. ‘‘C’mon.’’
Xiumin sweats. Luhan’s sitting right next to him and Sehun’s close enough to get up and murder him in less than half a second if situation calls for it, but he’s sincerely hoping they’re both too drunk already to pay much attention. Maybe it’ll slide.
‘‘I, well. Ugh. I think about Luhan, too. Sometimes. Never mind.’’
‘‘No, no, no, no, wait up!’’ Lay doesn’t let him get away easily, looking almost too curious for his own good. ‘‘So, like, sometimes about Luhan and sometimes about Sooyoung?’’
‘‘Well, Luhan’s pretty. Prettier than Sooyoung, so it’s not all that surprising.’’ Baekhyun adds cheekily.
From the corner of his eye, Xiumin notices Luhan fidgeting in his seat, but him not saying anything at all is somehow more unnerving than a straight punch to the face.
Xiumin swallows a lump in his throat.
‘‘No lying. Tell us what exactly you fantasize about or you’re out.’’ Kris orders and that’s about it.
Xiumin looks down at his own knees, too embarrassed to meet anyone’s eyes. ‘‘Sometimes…I think of Sooyoung’s body when I…well. Jerk off. Sometimes. Not like I’ve seen her completely naked, but, you know. The outfits they’re wearing…and stuff. You have to admit they’re quite revealing and I have a good enough idea of what lies underneath.’’
‘‘But you’re not fantasizing about having your way with her?’’ Kris doesn’t seem too convinced.
‘‘Maybe he imagines Luhan fucking her.’’ Chen chuckles at his own joke, but the laughter soon dies on his lips when Xiumin starts biting his lip in strained silence. ‘‘What? Don’t tell me I’ve actually hit home cause that’s just...’’
‘‘Aw, man. I like you Xiumin, you know I do, but that’s a little weird.’’ Baekhyun observes. ‘‘I could imagine it happening only if she had a dick.’’
Lay, Chen and Kai chuckle at that.
‘‘So, what do I do with Sooyoung in your fantasies?’’ Luhan asks suddenly and Xiumin jumps at the sound of his smooth, liquid voice, warm air brushing his tender earlobe and setting his nerves on fire.
Luhan casually puts his hand on Xiumin’s crotch, not quite palming it but applying a little bit of distracting pressure, and it’s all Xiumin’s manhood needs to stir awake. Feeling it harden underneath his hand, Luhan starts massaging his penis through the fabric. ‘‘Tell me.’’
‘‘I…I…’’
‘‘Take it out.’’ Luhan hears Kris command. ‘‘Take his dick out.’’
‘‘I have to listen to the leader.’’ Luhan whispers into Xiumin’s ear seductively and reaches down to unzip his jeans. He doesn’t know himself why he’s doing this, maybe for the thrill of everyone seeing just how much power he has over Xiumin, or maybe because he wants Sehun to watch him touching another man. He had so much to drink it’s hard to concentrate on reasoning, therefore he doesn’t. ‘‘Now tell me.’’
‘‘O…okay.’’ Xiumin whines brokenly when Luhan pulls his dick out and curls his hand around the base, pumping slowly and lazily. He presses his slick, half-open mouth to Xiumin’s cheek and waits. ‘‘I like...you both, so I usually imagine you fucking Sooyoung. In many places and positions, depending on my mood…’’
‘‘Care to elaborate on that?’’ Chen prompts, mesmerized by the sight of Luhan’s beautiful hand working Xiumin up. He knows they can turn this into a real show if they play their cards right, so he encourages Luhan even further. ‘‘And I hope Luhan gives a good handjob.’’
He risks a glance at Luhan’s boyfriend then, but Sehun looks so wasted he probably doesn’t register what’s happening in front of his eyes, leaning heavily on Kai half-asleep. Perhaps that’s for the better. ‘‘Go on, tell us more.’’
‘‘Well…’’ Xiumin hesitates, but then Luhan gives him this one particularly good stroke and all of his boundaries crumble. His dick is impossibly hard and Luhan’s the only thing he can think of right now. ‘‘My favorite fantasy is about…oh my God, Luhan.’’
‘‘Tell us already!’’ Kris hisses.
Xiumin’s eyes roll back into his head from all the overstimulation and before he knows, he’s telling them everything he swore no one will ever hear. ‘‘It’s about Luhan and Sooyoung doing it while standing…him lifting her leg and then pushing inside holding the position, so that I can see his bent dick disappearing inside her pussy while they do it; fluids leaking and mixing together, cum and blood. He fucks her hard. Sometimes I also picture myself with them, sitting somewhere near and giving them orders…telling them to do it on the floor, Sooyoung on her hands and knees and Luhan pressing his chest to her back. Fucking her asshole until she screams.’’
‘‘Oh…oh.’’ Kyungsoo comments intelligently, and only after Xiumin’s done speaking does he realize that Kai has his hand shoved down his boxers, palming his erection. His other hand is in Sehun’s pants.
‘‘Well done, Xiumin.’’ Kris praises and rises from his seat. ‘‘I think you deserve the main prize of today’s evening. After all, Baekhyun said that we can change the rules of the game all we want.’’
Before Luhan registers what’s happening, Kris grabs him by the hair from behind and yanks hard. ‘‘Ride him.’’
‘‘Oh God!’’ Chen and Lay shout in unison.
Luhan looks unsure, his hand still on Xiumin’s dick. He turns his head back as much as he can with Kris holding him to glance at his almost passed out boyfriend and bits his lower lip coyly. ‘‘Condom?’’
Kris smirks. ‘‘You don’t need a condom for that.’’
‘‘Wait…’’
But Xiumin already lifts him up and Kris pulls Luhan’s sweatpants and underwear down his hips expertly, revealing his round, small butt and earning a series of uncontrolled gasps from everyone in the room.
‘‘I’d tap that, too. Damn.’’ Kai whistles and in the same time Kyungsoo spills into his hand. ‘‘So jealous right now.’’
‘‘Same.’’ Chen whines, furiously tugging at his own dick.
‘‘Ready?’’ Xiumin bites Luhan’s ear, positioning his narrow hips just above his own dick. He spits on one of his hands and quickly works two fingers inside Luhan’s tight hole, earning a hard shove to the chest.
‘‘That hurts! Stop!’’ Luhan cries, but there’s something in his eyes that tells Xiumin he’s enjoying the rough treatment he gets.
‘‘That’s all you’re going to get. Your choice.’’ And with that Xiumin grabs his hips harder, forcing Luhan all the way down to impale himself on his dick. ‘‘But then again, I know you like bleeding.’’
Luhan doesn’t even manage to ask how the hell Xiumin knows about that before his whole body spasm in excruciating pain. He refuses to scream even though it hurts more than what he’s used to , afraid the neighbors might actually hear him. He most certainly won’t be able to walk tomorrow, he laments mentally, feeling Xiumin’s dick working hard and fast inside him with astonishing precision.
Sehun will have to carry him around. If he doesn’t break up with him first, that is, but then again Sehun still kind of has Kai’s hand shoved down his boxers so he shouldn’t be one to complain after he comes to his senses.
‘‘No harsh feelings?’’ Xiumin whispers expectantly, dick still buried balls deep in his ass.
Luhan lets out a lewd moan, purposely clenching around Xiumin’s manhood in reply. ''Nope. Although...me and Sooyoung? That wouldn't do. Next time you jerk off to the image of me getting in on with Sehun and maybe we can think something up...to ease your loneliness.''
''But Sehun hates me.''
''I bet Sooyoung would hate you much more if she knew that me fucking her bloody is what makes you cum in a blink.''
''Point taken.''
''Then how will it be?''
''...Okay. Okay, I'll try. Thanks for not being overly weird about it all.''
''You're most welcome. And one more thing; tomorrow you explain to my boyfriend why I'm an invalid. Good luck.''
Xiumin whines. He's so fucked.
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A/N: Why did I even write this, I honestly don't know.
Forgive me.