kyuhaemin: wanna play a game?
Dedicated to paralyzing_time, because we were both craving some Kyuhaemin. Even though she would do them more justice than I ever could. Aka I can’t write smut to save my life.
Title: Wanna play a game?
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Donghae/Sungmin
Rating: NC17
Genre: Smut. Not quite PWP.
Word Count: 4387
Summary: Sungmin finds Donghae to be a ridiculously hot man, and it doesn’t help that his eyes are supposed to be on Kyuhyun.
Archive: here
Wanna play a game?
Sungmin finds Donghae to be a ridiculously hot man, and it doesn’t help that his eyes are supposed to be on Kyuhyun.
Shameless! the inner voice within his mind scolds him, but Sungmin doesn’t really give it much attention. Sure, Kyuhyun is also nice to look at, and in several ways Kyuhyun could be seen as attractive. But Donghae, well. Damn.
There was nothing wrong with raw, animalistic lust, was there?
Again, Sungmin’s inner voice begs to differ. But Sungmin himself mutes that voice.
Unfortunately, Kyuhyun happens to notice Sungmin’s stray glances.
“Find anything interesting beyond my shoulder, Sungmin?” And when Sungmin snaps to Kyuhyun’s gaze and blushes in embarrassment, Kyuhyun gives a soft chuckle. “Anything worth turning around for?-Zerglings, perhaps?”
“Not quite Zerglings,” Sungmin replies, shaking his head at Kyuhyun’s StarCraft reference, and for added effect he tosses a balled tissue at him. “But I wouldn’t turn around if I were you.”
“Oh? But now I’m curious, Sungmin.”
“Trust me, you shouldn’t turn around.”
Kyuhyun laughs. “I think I’ll turn around.”
“Kyuhyun, no-!” but with a sly grin Kyuhyun raises his eyebrows and turns a half circle to his left. And it’s at that instant that Donghae, who’s standing idly waiting for the coffee he’d ordered, decides to turn to their table.
One pair of eyes gives two an appraising look, and two mouths emit awkward laughs. And it’s only when Donghae gives them a light yet confused wave that Kyuhyun and Sungmin return to themselves.
“I would say ‘What does he have that that I don’t?’ but I kinda already know the answer to that.”
Sungmin bows his head. “Sorry, Kyuhyun.”
“For?” Kyuhyun asks, and he laughs when Sungmin only shrugs his shoulders. “Anyway, if you’re apologizing for him, you don’t have to. I’d be guilty of the same crime.”
“Bastard,” Sungmin breathes under his breath, and the two laugh silently at the hypocrisy. And then, when the laughs die and the silence is resurrected, both men sneak a glance at Donghae once more-and this time, since Donghae is now seated at a table and reading a newspaper, their observation, for lack of a better word, goes unnoticed.
“His face looks good from the side,” Sungmin remarks, and Kyuhyun nods in agreement.
And then, at that very instant, Kyuhyun’s lips twist into a smirk, his eyes gleaming all-knowingly.
“Hey…” he begins, nodding over at Donghae’s bent form. “Wanna play a game?”
And maybe it’s because Donghae is involved that Sungmin finds himself accepting the offer.
Four days later, Sungmin spots Donghae at the coffee shop once more, and this time Kyuhyun isn’t with him.
Acting the role isn’t hard for Sungmin, especially since internally he desperately wants this, too. And since the idea was entirely Kyuhyun’s, this time around Sungmin’s inner voice lets him think and act in peace; thinking and acting, in this case, all end up quite far down the gutter, and Donghae’s slim-fitting outfit is almost the entire reason for Sungmin’s lust.
The two meet eyes after Donghae finishes ordering. A wave of shock passes through Donghae’s face at first-had it been déjà vu?-but after several moments he nods in recollection, giving Sungmin another wave before walking over to wait on his coffee.
While waiting Donghae turns to Sungmin again, and right there it takes all of Sungmin’s efforts to not give in to Donghae’s eyes suddenly widening and to the man’s lip biting. At the least it gives him courage, though Kyuhyun’s always told Sungmin how well Sungmin can play the seducer’s role, but more importantly it tells Sungmin that Donghae was indeed interested.
As a result, Sungmin is both elated yet unsurprised when Donghae takes his coffee and seats himself at his table.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Donghae says quickly, setting his things down. And then, as he glances up with wide eyes, he smiles. “Actually, I know you don’t.”
“I wonder where you got that idea from.”
“Me too,” laughs Donghae, spreading apart his newspaper to read. Except Donghae’s attention span doesn’t last very long with the newspaper, because moments later his head snaps back up to meet Sungmin’s gaze head-on.
“Boring articles?”
“Something like that.” But Donghae frowns, looking around. “Your friend from before, is he not around?”
“Ah, so you remember us then? He’s just a friend. He’s working today.”
“Oh, I see.” Donghae folds up his newspaper, tossing it aside before leaning forward in his seat. “So…?”
“Sungmin,” the man finishes for him. “And you’re Donghae, correct?”
“Yeah.” A pause. “So Sungmin, why are you at a coffee shop without any coffee?”
“For the same reason you brought a newspaper without having any real intent in reading it?” Donghae laughs and shakes his head, and Sungmin can’t help but to stare at how perfect Donghae’s face looks as he does so. Sungmin also swears that Donghae’s skin is glowing in perfection, though his inner voice assures him that it’s only a side effect of his hopeless physical attraction for the man.
“I had an intent. I just find you more distracting.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sungmin says apologetically, though the slight giggle makes it anything but an apology.
“I don’t mind at all. Distractions are good if they’re entertaining.”
“I see.” Sungmin smiles to himself; so far he’s doing fairly well, and unless Kyuhyun manages to bed him on the first go Sungmin finds himself at a comfortable place. But there’s still room for improvement, and having lied already once Sungmin allows himself to continue his fun.
“Actually, the real reason is because I didn’t bring money with me. I kinda want something, but I guess I can’t, really….” Sungmin turns to Donghae, and for added effect he gives the man a look of longing-though whether the longing is for coffee or Donghae himself, Sungmin leaves it to interpretation. But by the gleam in Donghae’s interested eyes, Sungmin knows exactly what Donghae thinks of it.
After several moments of stuttering, Donghae manages: “Would you like something?-it’s on me.”
And Sungmin, smiling victoriously, nods shyly.
“Sure.”
Sungmin is proud when he finds out that he’s completely outdone Kyuhyun. Not only had Kyuhyun talked to Donghae for only five or so minutes, but he had completely failed to catch a noticeable interest in the man, let alone exchange phone numbers.
“But we exchanged names!” Kyuhyun says defensively, and Sungmin makes it a point to shoot down that possibility as Kyuhyun’s one-up. But internally, Sungmin’s inner voice reminds him that Kyuhyun had probably accomplished name exchanges quicker than he had.
“Says the guy who’s lost the game on square one,” Sungmin snaps to himself, which earns him awkward and confused glances from Kyuhyun.
Donghae is the first to initiate conversation with Sungmin via text messaging, and needless to say they hit it off rather well. It’s through text messages that Sungmin learns about him the most, like how Donghae aspires to be a professional dancer, or how obsessed Donghae is with music.
“And he has an obsession with aliens?” Kyuhyun asks curiously when Sungmin shows him one of their texts. “Like in real life?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t say.”
“…I have an obsession with killing them, sorta. You think that’ll cause problems?” But Sungmin only laughs at Kyuhyun’s desperation as his response.
Out of pity, Sungmin decides to sacrifice his time with Donghae to Kyuhyun, leaving text messaging as his only means of communication with Donghae for the next few days. It’s quite easy to see that Donghae’s still interested, with the way he responds to Sungmin’s texts-but the only thing Sungmin can’t see is if Donghae is merely hiding behind his words or if he really means everything he says.
It’s only after a week when Sungmin realizes how he’d gotten carried away. And he sulks for an entire day when Kyuhyun comes home one evening, only to yell “Donghae’s asked me out on a date! Tomorrow night at seven!”
Sungmin pulls no more punches, because now it’s a game called fair by three participants; apparently Donghae’s interested in having both of them as well, even though he hasn’t explicitly said it to Kyuhyun and Sungmin. But the fact that he’s two-timing them both (Or so he thinks, anyway, Sungmin’s inner voice reminds him) is enough proof.
During Donghae’s date with Kyuhyun, Sungmin decides to play dirty, perhaps in more connotations than one. And though Donghae doesn’t reply to any of his texts, Sungmin is positive he’s reading every single one of them.
They’re all vague yet implicative texts, or at least at first. Not enough to be explicit or direct, but still enough to distract Donghae’s interest from Kyuhyun-which isn’t a hard feat in itself, as Donghae himself had once told Sungmin in a text that he’d had rather bad attention problems.
But when the clock hits seven-thirty, Sungmin turns his texts up a notch, and he even surprises himself with some of the things he says in his texts. And naturally, it’s then that he wishes Donghae would respond, because trying to turn someone on without knowing the results is a feeling that tends to eat at Sungmin’s insides.
At the least, he knows he’s successful, because at quarter to eight he receives a phone call from Kyuhyun.
“What the hell did you do?” Kyuhyun hisses from his end, and Sungmin only smiles to himself.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb!” Kyuhyun’s voice practically shrieks. “Donghae just excused himself to the bathroom, and he ran as if he’d wet his pants or something.”
“I can assure you, from the distance I’m at from you guys, I couldn’t have possibly wet his pants.”
“You know what I mean!” Kyuhyun roars, and without another word the line goes dead. Sungmin stands still for several moments, phone still to his ear, and it’s only when the phone buzzes that he moves once more.
It’s a text from Donghae:
You are so dead next time I see you.
Dead? Sungmin asks innocently yet deviously, but he leaves it at that. His mind entertains fleeting images of Donghae rushing to the bathroom, throwing himself into a stall, bending over the toilet….
And suddenly, it’s no longer his phone that Sungmin’s got in his hands.
He receives two punishments for his dirty tricks, though the word ‘punishments’ is quite vague and probably not very accurate.
The first comes from Kyuhyun, which Sungmin receives immediately after Kyuhyun returns home from his date with Donghae. But it really isn’t much of a punishment, granted that Sungmin hardly minds it at all-that is, unless the inability to walk for half of the following day and the occasional wincing counts as punishment.
His second punishment isn’t much of a punishment either, though of the two it’s probably the closest to being one. Sungmin takes the punishment openly, mainly because he knows he’s guilty and quite deserving. After all, if he’d been the one to not only have received dirty text messages but to also have received sultry and seductive looks upon their next meeting, he probably would’ve pushed the offender up against the closest wall and have asked for release, too.
And that’s exactly what Donghae does, except instead of the nearest wall Donghae forces the two of them into the nearest bathroom stall. And sure, it takes all of Sungmin’s efforts to not moan out too loudly, and he hates that Donghae smirks knowingly at the publicity of their act. He also hates it when Donghae gets his release before him, but it goes beyond hate when Donghae pulls away and refuses to let Sungmin finish.
“For being a tease,” Donghae says, blowing a kiss with one hand and wiggling his phone in the other. “Call me, yeah?”
Sungmin hates the fact that Donghae also knows how to play that game, but he hardly remembers when his desire to finish what Donghae had started overwhelms him. And it doesn’t even take a minute before Sungmin’s completely lost his breath, his energy, and his clear view of what’s before him.
Kyuhyun is enraged when he finds out Sungmin had basically had dry sex with Donghae, which earns Sungmin another frustrated go in bed. And though for hours Sungmin tries to defend himself by saying that the favor had not been reciprocated, none of it prevents the many and inevitable releases both men experience throughout the course of the night.
The morning after, Kyuhyun tries to remind Sungmin as seriously as he can manage, telling the older man that it was only supposed to be a game, that Sungmin shouldn’t take it too seriously. But Sungmin only laughs at Kyuhyun, and in turn Sungmin reminders him that the game was entirely his idea, and that he himself was playing the game with him.
And amongst their weak arguing Sungmin finds out that Kyuhyun and Donghae have actually kissed. Not the kisses he had Donghae had shared-lustful, desperate, fleeting-but passionate, romantic, loving kisses. And even though sexual acts were typically deemed more accomplished than mere kissing acts, Sungmin feels as if he’s lost the game, because he’d skipped an entire stage with Donghae.
He doesn’t know why it bothers him so much, though he figures it’s exactly why Kyuhyun keeps dragging him to his bed in frustration every time Sungmin mentions some form of one-up with Donghae. And perhaps it’s selfish to say that Sungmin doesn’t like the game so much now that he’s the one without the upper hand. And yet, he remembers it’d been Kyuhyun’s exact sentiment, yet Kyuhyun had stuck through with it….
And it’s then that Sungmin decides the game is near its conclusion. And though his inner voice yet again warns Sungmin against what he’s about to do, Sungmin dismisses his conscience without a second thought.
“Might as well have some fun.”
They meet yet again at the coffee shop, though their roles are reversed and hardly similar to the roles they’d played in their first meeting. Sungmin actually considers himself accomplished, as when their eyes first meet that day he doesn’t even need to do anything to receive a lustful gaze on Donghae’s part.
But for the moment being Sungmin forgets about this, and as he finds Donghae smiling straight at him Sungmin returns the favor and seats himself in front of him.
“Hey you,” Donghae says warmly, and Sungmin feels a foot tap lightly on his own. But he knows better to reciprocate, because if he wants to get things accomplished the mood needs to change. Fast.
And so, Sungmin does this in the only way he knows how.
“My friend says you’ve been seeing him too.”
And just like that the smile is wiped off of Donghae’s face.
“Ah… I was worried about that.”
“Only worried?” Sungmin asks. “Not exactly the adjective I had in mind.”
Donghae bites his lips, and for a moment Sungmin swears he sees a glaze in Donghae’s wide eyes. “Sungmin,” he says, “I, I’m sorry. It was foolish of me, and-”
“I didn’t say I was angry at you,” Sungmin interjects, and it takes all of his efforts not to laugh at the sudden confusion that passes through Donghae’s face; for added reassurance, Sungmin taps the top of Donghae’s shoe lightly. “Kyuhyun told me you’ve been seeing him. I didn’t say anything about me being angry.”
“But….” Donghae shakes his head, searching Sungmin’s expression one last time for some sort of hint. But when he finds none, his posture drops, and he puts on an appalled and a perplexed face. “What?”
“So you’re seeing us both,” Sungmin says, dismissing it carelessly as if it meant nothing to him, only adding to Donghae’s confusion more-because wasn’t Sungmin supposed to be angry at his two-timing behavior? “Big deal, Donghae. Kyuhyun and I are seeing each other too. Did we ever tell you that part?”
“I… what?” And so Sungmin finally gives in, explaining to Donghae the nature of the game Kyuhyun had proposed, all because they’d both lusted over Donghae at the exact same time….
“Then he got a little frustrated because I was beating him at his own game,” Sungmin concludes, and this time he can’t help himself from bursting into laughter at Donghae’s increased puzzlement. “And then I started to realize I was in it for the sex, whereas he’d spent the time to actually know you-or I think, at least.”
Donghae nods. “I guess you could say that, yeah.”
“So I felt bad,” Sungmin continues, “and hence why I’m here now.” When Donghae says nothing and only looks at Sungmin expectantly, Sungmin sighs and continues. “No sex, Donghae. Just talk.”
“We did all that with text messages, I thought?”
“But it’s impersonal. Besides, you did this with Kyuhyun. Why not with me?”
“So essentially, you want this from me so that you can say you’ve fully beat Kyuhyun?”
“Essentially.” Sungmin smiles and Donghae follows suit, though probably because he doesn’t quite know what else to do. And as Donghae folds his newspaper and tosses it aside, and as Sungmin takes a sip from the coffee he hadn’t ever really intended on drinking, the latter nods and extends his hand into the space between them.
“Hey. I’m Sungmin.”
“Donghae,” the man responds, and they shake to some form of a new beginning.
“But the game has to end on a more exciting note on Kyuhyun’s part,” Sungmin explains when the night has ended and their words have been spent on relatively meaningful conversations with each other.
“Because you feel sorry for him?”
“No. Well, partly. Mainly because if it ends on a sour note, I’ll be the one who suffers.”
Donghae laughs, tightening his embrace and pulling Sungmin closer to him. “And you’re not okay with coming to me instead?”
“I live with him. It’s a little different.” Sungmin shakes his head as Donghae smirks deviously, the latter occurrence being the only way Sungmin sees through Donghae’s deviousness; Donghae pouts at the older man as Sungmin pulls away, much before Donghae’s hands can find their way to Sungmin’s sides for a tickle-attack.
“Anyway,” Sungmin begins, ignoring Donghae’s pouts. “Like I said, it has to end with a bang. He doesn’t know you know about his game yet.”
And as Donghae’s devious grin somehow finds its replica forming on Sungmin’s face, Donghae smirks knowingly.
“What did you have in mind?”
And that’s how Kyuhyun finds himself trapped between two desperate and sexually aroused men.
He wants to say “What the hell is this, Sungmin,” even if he sorta kinda actually wants this himself, but even if he had managed to speak the words Sungmin would have only swallowed them anyway. But instead Kyuhyun says nothing, letting Sungmin’s mouth meld into his own, bidding Sungmin’s tongue entrance into his mouth, allowing the inside of his mouth to be violated….
For a fleeting moment Kyuhyun’s mind registers just how much an aggressive Sungmin turns him on, but before he can even dwell or act on the thought he involuntarily gasps at the sensation of skin on skin, and as Sungmin’s arms are busy doing something with the hair at the back of his head Kyuhyun’s quite sure whose skin exactly it is he’s feeling.
It feels off at first, letting Donghae have just as much of his way with him as Sungmin, but within moments Kyuhyun doesn’t care. One hand is easing the front of his shirt up;, while the other ghosts over the front of his stomach; the combination of the two is enough for Kyuhyun to emit a frustrated growl, which is merely swallowed by Sungmin’s waiting mouth.
Sungmin’s kiss is mind-blowing, and the way he pulls softly at Kyuhyun’s tongue is enough for Kyuhyun to blank out in ecstasy for quick moments. He tries hard to reciprocate in some way, in any way, but Sungmin’s mouth and Donghae’s wandering hands make Kyuhyun incapable of doing anything except moan and lean onto Donghae.
In Kyuhyun’s blank moments their clothes somehow vanish, and somehow Kyuhyun finds himself on his back on his own bed. Embarrassment passes through Kyuhyun’s face for only a moment, in the realization that he’s stark naked in front of Donghae, but when Sungmin quickly crawls onto him and begins kissing him once more Kyuhyun forgets about it entirely.
Sungmin moves down at a tantalizing pace, trailing kisses from his mouth, to his jaw line, over to his right ear, leaving a nibble or two, down his neck, a slight lap on his collarbone, moving to his chest-Sungmin takes an especially long time here-down to Kyuhyun’s stomach, dipping a tongue into his navel, several swirls, then down further….
Kyuhyun feels it all, and he growls when Sungmin skips his erection entirely, instead trailing kisses down his inner thighs. And sure, while it still feels good, no one really cares about anything that far below the waist-Kyuhyun certainly doesn’t.
“Damn it, Sungmin!” Kyuhyun barks, but Sungmin only smirks, shaking his head before turning to Kyuhyun’s neglected member.
It only takes one long lick for Kyuhyun to see stars. And apparently he lets out a moan, because moments later Donghae’s moan also fills the room.
Kyuhyun doesn’t quite know where Donghae is in the room, but he doesn’t frankly care; Sungmin’s the only one in his world currently-as it should be-and the only thing he focuses on is encouraging him, urging him, wanting more of him….
Sungmin’s mouth is a blissful heaven, or at least the ladder leading up to it, and it doesn’t take long for Kyuhyun to feel the buildup in his member, throbbing and begging for release. The combination of the three men’s moans fills his ears, verbal encouragement, and in all of his incoherency Kyuhyun whimpers-no, begs-Sungmin to bring him to climax.
But Sungmin doesn’t give it to him.
“Sungmin…” Kyuhyun manages, all before glancing down at the man. But what he sees confuses him; for a brief moment he catches Donghae whispering something into Sungmin’s ear, even nibbling on his earlobe, but after several seconds Sungmin turns his head around to capture Donghae’s mouth into a kiss.
At first it’s quite arousing, and Kyuhyun knows that Sungmin knows this by the way he grins into Donghae’s kiss. But after a few moments of watching, Kyuhyun decides that watching them kiss is more provoking than arousing, and with only a deep growl in his throat as a warning he pushes himself up and forces Donghae off Sungmin and takes him for himself.
Raw lust takes over him after that. Somehow he gets Sungmin sprawled on his back. Somehow Donghae manages a condom into his hands. Somehow Kyuhyun finds the patience to slip it on his member. Somehow Kyuhyun slicks his erection with lube.
“Donghae already…” begins Sungmin, but Kyuhyun’s lust ignores him and pushes in.
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun gasps out loud, and he almost collapses onto Sungmin entirely from the feeling being inside Sungmin gives him. It’s not even a new feeling, yet it’s a feeling that never gets old-and Sungmin’s moans only prove that notion.
But what Kyuhyun doesn’t expect is Donghae’s own erection waiting as he pulls out of Sungmin once.
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun and Donghae cry out simultaneously, for two entirely different reasons. On one hand Donghae is patient, slowly easing himself in-and Kyuhyun is grateful, too, because it’s a new feeling, having never let Sungmin top him in the past. But a completely different hand, Sungmin is not patient, and before Donghae even finish Sungmin pushes himself back onto Kyuhyun.
And all hope is lost from there; pain becomes inferior to pleasure. Kyuhyun does most of the moving, thrusting into Sungmin, and then pushing himself onto Donghae. And it doesn’t take very long for coherency to disappear entirely, with names mangled in moans, and with broken requests for more, or harder, or….
Sungmin is surprisingly the first to come, the warm and white fluid spurting and filling the gap between them. Kyuhyun doesn’t know if it’s the sight of his come or the feeling of it that motivates him, but nevertheless Kyuhyun finds himself thrusting harder, which in turn causes Donghae’s thrusts to come harder too.
He comes at the same time as Donghae-or at least, he thinks he does, but he’s not sure since time doesn’t quite flow properly in this heaven he’s in. He doesn’t know whose name he cries out, nor does he really care, and as he rides out the orgasm he begins to feel Donghae’s seed coat his insides….
And then suddenly it ends. Kyuhyun collapses onto Sungmin; somewhere along the way Donghae pulled himself out of Kyuhyun and had fallen at Sungmin’s side. But Kyuhyun doesn’t really pay Donghae much attention, as his attention is quite rapt in Sungmin’s euphoric face-and Kyuhyun doesn’t need a mirror to know that the same expression is probably on his face also.
“The game’s over,” Sungmin whispers between heavy breaths, and he closes his eyes and smiles. “Kyuhyun. Does this have to end too?”
“Depends,” Kyuhyun mumbles. “I’m okay with it. Donghae, are you?”
But Donghae, who’s already fallen asleep, does not respond.
“You lost, by the way,” Sungmin reminds Kyuhyun teasingly several days later, which only sends Kyuhyun into a fit of rage.
“Stupid Zerglings!” Kyuhyun curses, but upon realizing that Sungmin had been talking to him he perks his head up. “You say something?”
“Nah, nothing.” A pause falls between them as Sungmin stirs their dinner. “You should talk to Donghae more, you know. He was wondering if you were ignoring him. You know, if it was because you lost the game, or because he fucked-”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kyuhyun snaps, and even from the kitchen Sungmin can see the red in Kyuhyun’s embarrassment. “Which reminds me, I still haven’t forgiven you for winning my game.”
“Sore loser,” Sungmin teases, and Kyuhyun growls-though it’s probably just because of StarCraft again, his inner voice reminds him. “Anyway, if you want revenge, I suppose you should start feeding me ideas.”
It only takes Kyuhyun two glances-one toward his laptop, though only by false alarm, and another to his cell phone, and both men are very familiar with the symbolism behind that one-before Kyuhyun smirks knowingly.
“Wanna play a game?”
END
I. Am. Never. Writing. Smut. Again. Ever. I'm also aware that I randomly switched to Kyuhyun's POV for the sex. It wasn't working with Sungmin.
Thanks to tehgirlwonder and lovingmydubu for enduring my rants while writing this fic.
paralyzing_time, I hope this is satisfactory?
Comments are love? (And while we're on the subject of OT3s, if you have time, could you check this out? It's for my next crack fic. Thanks <3)
Title: Wanna play a game?
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Donghae/Sungmin
Rating: NC17
Genre: Smut. Not quite PWP.
Word Count: 4387
Summary: Sungmin finds Donghae to be a ridiculously hot man, and it doesn’t help that his eyes are supposed to be on Kyuhyun.
Archive: here
Wanna play a game?
Sungmin finds Donghae to be a ridiculously hot man, and it doesn’t help that his eyes are supposed to be on Kyuhyun.
Shameless! the inner voice within his mind scolds him, but Sungmin doesn’t really give it much attention. Sure, Kyuhyun is also nice to look at, and in several ways Kyuhyun could be seen as attractive. But Donghae, well. Damn.
There was nothing wrong with raw, animalistic lust, was there?
Again, Sungmin’s inner voice begs to differ. But Sungmin himself mutes that voice.
Unfortunately, Kyuhyun happens to notice Sungmin’s stray glances.
“Find anything interesting beyond my shoulder, Sungmin?” And when Sungmin snaps to Kyuhyun’s gaze and blushes in embarrassment, Kyuhyun gives a soft chuckle. “Anything worth turning around for?-Zerglings, perhaps?”
“Not quite Zerglings,” Sungmin replies, shaking his head at Kyuhyun’s StarCraft reference, and for added effect he tosses a balled tissue at him. “But I wouldn’t turn around if I were you.”
“Oh? But now I’m curious, Sungmin.”
“Trust me, you shouldn’t turn around.”
Kyuhyun laughs. “I think I’ll turn around.”
“Kyuhyun, no-!” but with a sly grin Kyuhyun raises his eyebrows and turns a half circle to his left. And it’s at that instant that Donghae, who’s standing idly waiting for the coffee he’d ordered, decides to turn to their table.
One pair of eyes gives two an appraising look, and two mouths emit awkward laughs. And it’s only when Donghae gives them a light yet confused wave that Kyuhyun and Sungmin return to themselves.
“I would say ‘What does he have that that I don’t?’ but I kinda already know the answer to that.”
Sungmin bows his head. “Sorry, Kyuhyun.”
“For?” Kyuhyun asks, and he laughs when Sungmin only shrugs his shoulders. “Anyway, if you’re apologizing for him, you don’t have to. I’d be guilty of the same crime.”
“Bastard,” Sungmin breathes under his breath, and the two laugh silently at the hypocrisy. And then, when the laughs die and the silence is resurrected, both men sneak a glance at Donghae once more-and this time, since Donghae is now seated at a table and reading a newspaper, their observation, for lack of a better word, goes unnoticed.
“His face looks good from the side,” Sungmin remarks, and Kyuhyun nods in agreement.
And then, at that very instant, Kyuhyun’s lips twist into a smirk, his eyes gleaming all-knowingly.
“Hey…” he begins, nodding over at Donghae’s bent form. “Wanna play a game?”
And maybe it’s because Donghae is involved that Sungmin finds himself accepting the offer.
Four days later, Sungmin spots Donghae at the coffee shop once more, and this time Kyuhyun isn’t with him.
Acting the role isn’t hard for Sungmin, especially since internally he desperately wants this, too. And since the idea was entirely Kyuhyun’s, this time around Sungmin’s inner voice lets him think and act in peace; thinking and acting, in this case, all end up quite far down the gutter, and Donghae’s slim-fitting outfit is almost the entire reason for Sungmin’s lust.
The two meet eyes after Donghae finishes ordering. A wave of shock passes through Donghae’s face at first-had it been déjà vu?-but after several moments he nods in recollection, giving Sungmin another wave before walking over to wait on his coffee.
While waiting Donghae turns to Sungmin again, and right there it takes all of Sungmin’s efforts to not give in to Donghae’s eyes suddenly widening and to the man’s lip biting. At the least it gives him courage, though Kyuhyun’s always told Sungmin how well Sungmin can play the seducer’s role, but more importantly it tells Sungmin that Donghae was indeed interested.
As a result, Sungmin is both elated yet unsurprised when Donghae takes his coffee and seats himself at his table.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Donghae says quickly, setting his things down. And then, as he glances up with wide eyes, he smiles. “Actually, I know you don’t.”
“I wonder where you got that idea from.”
“Me too,” laughs Donghae, spreading apart his newspaper to read. Except Donghae’s attention span doesn’t last very long with the newspaper, because moments later his head snaps back up to meet Sungmin’s gaze head-on.
“Boring articles?”
“Something like that.” But Donghae frowns, looking around. “Your friend from before, is he not around?”
“Ah, so you remember us then? He’s just a friend. He’s working today.”
“Oh, I see.” Donghae folds up his newspaper, tossing it aside before leaning forward in his seat. “So…?”
“Sungmin,” the man finishes for him. “And you’re Donghae, correct?”
“Yeah.” A pause. “So Sungmin, why are you at a coffee shop without any coffee?”
“For the same reason you brought a newspaper without having any real intent in reading it?” Donghae laughs and shakes his head, and Sungmin can’t help but to stare at how perfect Donghae’s face looks as he does so. Sungmin also swears that Donghae’s skin is glowing in perfection, though his inner voice assures him that it’s only a side effect of his hopeless physical attraction for the man.
“I had an intent. I just find you more distracting.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sungmin says apologetically, though the slight giggle makes it anything but an apology.
“I don’t mind at all. Distractions are good if they’re entertaining.”
“I see.” Sungmin smiles to himself; so far he’s doing fairly well, and unless Kyuhyun manages to bed him on the first go Sungmin finds himself at a comfortable place. But there’s still room for improvement, and having lied already once Sungmin allows himself to continue his fun.
“Actually, the real reason is because I didn’t bring money with me. I kinda want something, but I guess I can’t, really….” Sungmin turns to Donghae, and for added effect he gives the man a look of longing-though whether the longing is for coffee or Donghae himself, Sungmin leaves it to interpretation. But by the gleam in Donghae’s interested eyes, Sungmin knows exactly what Donghae thinks of it.
After several moments of stuttering, Donghae manages: “Would you like something?-it’s on me.”
And Sungmin, smiling victoriously, nods shyly.
“Sure.”
Sungmin is proud when he finds out that he’s completely outdone Kyuhyun. Not only had Kyuhyun talked to Donghae for only five or so minutes, but he had completely failed to catch a noticeable interest in the man, let alone exchange phone numbers.
“But we exchanged names!” Kyuhyun says defensively, and Sungmin makes it a point to shoot down that possibility as Kyuhyun’s one-up. But internally, Sungmin’s inner voice reminds him that Kyuhyun had probably accomplished name exchanges quicker than he had.
“Says the guy who’s lost the game on square one,” Sungmin snaps to himself, which earns him awkward and confused glances from Kyuhyun.
Donghae is the first to initiate conversation with Sungmin via text messaging, and needless to say they hit it off rather well. It’s through text messages that Sungmin learns about him the most, like how Donghae aspires to be a professional dancer, or how obsessed Donghae is with music.
“And he has an obsession with aliens?” Kyuhyun asks curiously when Sungmin shows him one of their texts. “Like in real life?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t say.”
“…I have an obsession with killing them, sorta. You think that’ll cause problems?” But Sungmin only laughs at Kyuhyun’s desperation as his response.
Out of pity, Sungmin decides to sacrifice his time with Donghae to Kyuhyun, leaving text messaging as his only means of communication with Donghae for the next few days. It’s quite easy to see that Donghae’s still interested, with the way he responds to Sungmin’s texts-but the only thing Sungmin can’t see is if Donghae is merely hiding behind his words or if he really means everything he says.
It’s only after a week when Sungmin realizes how he’d gotten carried away. And he sulks for an entire day when Kyuhyun comes home one evening, only to yell “Donghae’s asked me out on a date! Tomorrow night at seven!”
Sungmin pulls no more punches, because now it’s a game called fair by three participants; apparently Donghae’s interested in having both of them as well, even though he hasn’t explicitly said it to Kyuhyun and Sungmin. But the fact that he’s two-timing them both (Or so he thinks, anyway, Sungmin’s inner voice reminds him) is enough proof.
During Donghae’s date with Kyuhyun, Sungmin decides to play dirty, perhaps in more connotations than one. And though Donghae doesn’t reply to any of his texts, Sungmin is positive he’s reading every single one of them.
They’re all vague yet implicative texts, or at least at first. Not enough to be explicit or direct, but still enough to distract Donghae’s interest from Kyuhyun-which isn’t a hard feat in itself, as Donghae himself had once told Sungmin in a text that he’d had rather bad attention problems.
But when the clock hits seven-thirty, Sungmin turns his texts up a notch, and he even surprises himself with some of the things he says in his texts. And naturally, it’s then that he wishes Donghae would respond, because trying to turn someone on without knowing the results is a feeling that tends to eat at Sungmin’s insides.
At the least, he knows he’s successful, because at quarter to eight he receives a phone call from Kyuhyun.
“What the hell did you do?” Kyuhyun hisses from his end, and Sungmin only smiles to himself.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb!” Kyuhyun’s voice practically shrieks. “Donghae just excused himself to the bathroom, and he ran as if he’d wet his pants or something.”
“I can assure you, from the distance I’m at from you guys, I couldn’t have possibly wet his pants.”
“You know what I mean!” Kyuhyun roars, and without another word the line goes dead. Sungmin stands still for several moments, phone still to his ear, and it’s only when the phone buzzes that he moves once more.
It’s a text from Donghae:
You are so dead next time I see you.
Dead? Sungmin asks innocently yet deviously, but he leaves it at that. His mind entertains fleeting images of Donghae rushing to the bathroom, throwing himself into a stall, bending over the toilet….
And suddenly, it’s no longer his phone that Sungmin’s got in his hands.
He receives two punishments for his dirty tricks, though the word ‘punishments’ is quite vague and probably not very accurate.
The first comes from Kyuhyun, which Sungmin receives immediately after Kyuhyun returns home from his date with Donghae. But it really isn’t much of a punishment, granted that Sungmin hardly minds it at all-that is, unless the inability to walk for half of the following day and the occasional wincing counts as punishment.
His second punishment isn’t much of a punishment either, though of the two it’s probably the closest to being one. Sungmin takes the punishment openly, mainly because he knows he’s guilty and quite deserving. After all, if he’d been the one to not only have received dirty text messages but to also have received sultry and seductive looks upon their next meeting, he probably would’ve pushed the offender up against the closest wall and have asked for release, too.
And that’s exactly what Donghae does, except instead of the nearest wall Donghae forces the two of them into the nearest bathroom stall. And sure, it takes all of Sungmin’s efforts to not moan out too loudly, and he hates that Donghae smirks knowingly at the publicity of their act. He also hates it when Donghae gets his release before him, but it goes beyond hate when Donghae pulls away and refuses to let Sungmin finish.
“For being a tease,” Donghae says, blowing a kiss with one hand and wiggling his phone in the other. “Call me, yeah?”
Sungmin hates the fact that Donghae also knows how to play that game, but he hardly remembers when his desire to finish what Donghae had started overwhelms him. And it doesn’t even take a minute before Sungmin’s completely lost his breath, his energy, and his clear view of what’s before him.
Kyuhyun is enraged when he finds out Sungmin had basically had dry sex with Donghae, which earns Sungmin another frustrated go in bed. And though for hours Sungmin tries to defend himself by saying that the favor had not been reciprocated, none of it prevents the many and inevitable releases both men experience throughout the course of the night.
The morning after, Kyuhyun tries to remind Sungmin as seriously as he can manage, telling the older man that it was only supposed to be a game, that Sungmin shouldn’t take it too seriously. But Sungmin only laughs at Kyuhyun, and in turn Sungmin reminders him that the game was entirely his idea, and that he himself was playing the game with him.
And amongst their weak arguing Sungmin finds out that Kyuhyun and Donghae have actually kissed. Not the kisses he had Donghae had shared-lustful, desperate, fleeting-but passionate, romantic, loving kisses. And even though sexual acts were typically deemed more accomplished than mere kissing acts, Sungmin feels as if he’s lost the game, because he’d skipped an entire stage with Donghae.
He doesn’t know why it bothers him so much, though he figures it’s exactly why Kyuhyun keeps dragging him to his bed in frustration every time Sungmin mentions some form of one-up with Donghae. And perhaps it’s selfish to say that Sungmin doesn’t like the game so much now that he’s the one without the upper hand. And yet, he remembers it’d been Kyuhyun’s exact sentiment, yet Kyuhyun had stuck through with it….
And it’s then that Sungmin decides the game is near its conclusion. And though his inner voice yet again warns Sungmin against what he’s about to do, Sungmin dismisses his conscience without a second thought.
“Might as well have some fun.”
They meet yet again at the coffee shop, though their roles are reversed and hardly similar to the roles they’d played in their first meeting. Sungmin actually considers himself accomplished, as when their eyes first meet that day he doesn’t even need to do anything to receive a lustful gaze on Donghae’s part.
But for the moment being Sungmin forgets about this, and as he finds Donghae smiling straight at him Sungmin returns the favor and seats himself in front of him.
“Hey you,” Donghae says warmly, and Sungmin feels a foot tap lightly on his own. But he knows better to reciprocate, because if he wants to get things accomplished the mood needs to change. Fast.
And so, Sungmin does this in the only way he knows how.
“My friend says you’ve been seeing him too.”
And just like that the smile is wiped off of Donghae’s face.
“Ah… I was worried about that.”
“Only worried?” Sungmin asks. “Not exactly the adjective I had in mind.”
Donghae bites his lips, and for a moment Sungmin swears he sees a glaze in Donghae’s wide eyes. “Sungmin,” he says, “I, I’m sorry. It was foolish of me, and-”
“I didn’t say I was angry at you,” Sungmin interjects, and it takes all of his efforts not to laugh at the sudden confusion that passes through Donghae’s face; for added reassurance, Sungmin taps the top of Donghae’s shoe lightly. “Kyuhyun told me you’ve been seeing him. I didn’t say anything about me being angry.”
“But….” Donghae shakes his head, searching Sungmin’s expression one last time for some sort of hint. But when he finds none, his posture drops, and he puts on an appalled and a perplexed face. “What?”
“So you’re seeing us both,” Sungmin says, dismissing it carelessly as if it meant nothing to him, only adding to Donghae’s confusion more-because wasn’t Sungmin supposed to be angry at his two-timing behavior? “Big deal, Donghae. Kyuhyun and I are seeing each other too. Did we ever tell you that part?”
“I… what?” And so Sungmin finally gives in, explaining to Donghae the nature of the game Kyuhyun had proposed, all because they’d both lusted over Donghae at the exact same time….
“Then he got a little frustrated because I was beating him at his own game,” Sungmin concludes, and this time he can’t help himself from bursting into laughter at Donghae’s increased puzzlement. “And then I started to realize I was in it for the sex, whereas he’d spent the time to actually know you-or I think, at least.”
Donghae nods. “I guess you could say that, yeah.”
“So I felt bad,” Sungmin continues, “and hence why I’m here now.” When Donghae says nothing and only looks at Sungmin expectantly, Sungmin sighs and continues. “No sex, Donghae. Just talk.”
“We did all that with text messages, I thought?”
“But it’s impersonal. Besides, you did this with Kyuhyun. Why not with me?”
“So essentially, you want this from me so that you can say you’ve fully beat Kyuhyun?”
“Essentially.” Sungmin smiles and Donghae follows suit, though probably because he doesn’t quite know what else to do. And as Donghae folds his newspaper and tosses it aside, and as Sungmin takes a sip from the coffee he hadn’t ever really intended on drinking, the latter nods and extends his hand into the space between them.
“Hey. I’m Sungmin.”
“Donghae,” the man responds, and they shake to some form of a new beginning.
“But the game has to end on a more exciting note on Kyuhyun’s part,” Sungmin explains when the night has ended and their words have been spent on relatively meaningful conversations with each other.
“Because you feel sorry for him?”
“No. Well, partly. Mainly because if it ends on a sour note, I’ll be the one who suffers.”
Donghae laughs, tightening his embrace and pulling Sungmin closer to him. “And you’re not okay with coming to me instead?”
“I live with him. It’s a little different.” Sungmin shakes his head as Donghae smirks deviously, the latter occurrence being the only way Sungmin sees through Donghae’s deviousness; Donghae pouts at the older man as Sungmin pulls away, much before Donghae’s hands can find their way to Sungmin’s sides for a tickle-attack.
“Anyway,” Sungmin begins, ignoring Donghae’s pouts. “Like I said, it has to end with a bang. He doesn’t know you know about his game yet.”
And as Donghae’s devious grin somehow finds its replica forming on Sungmin’s face, Donghae smirks knowingly.
“What did you have in mind?”
And that’s how Kyuhyun finds himself trapped between two desperate and sexually aroused men.
He wants to say “What the hell is this, Sungmin,” even if he sorta kinda actually wants this himself, but even if he had managed to speak the words Sungmin would have only swallowed them anyway. But instead Kyuhyun says nothing, letting Sungmin’s mouth meld into his own, bidding Sungmin’s tongue entrance into his mouth, allowing the inside of his mouth to be violated….
For a fleeting moment Kyuhyun’s mind registers just how much an aggressive Sungmin turns him on, but before he can even dwell or act on the thought he involuntarily gasps at the sensation of skin on skin, and as Sungmin’s arms are busy doing something with the hair at the back of his head Kyuhyun’s quite sure whose skin exactly it is he’s feeling.
It feels off at first, letting Donghae have just as much of his way with him as Sungmin, but within moments Kyuhyun doesn’t care. One hand is easing the front of his shirt up;, while the other ghosts over the front of his stomach; the combination of the two is enough for Kyuhyun to emit a frustrated growl, which is merely swallowed by Sungmin’s waiting mouth.
Sungmin’s kiss is mind-blowing, and the way he pulls softly at Kyuhyun’s tongue is enough for Kyuhyun to blank out in ecstasy for quick moments. He tries hard to reciprocate in some way, in any way, but Sungmin’s mouth and Donghae’s wandering hands make Kyuhyun incapable of doing anything except moan and lean onto Donghae.
In Kyuhyun’s blank moments their clothes somehow vanish, and somehow Kyuhyun finds himself on his back on his own bed. Embarrassment passes through Kyuhyun’s face for only a moment, in the realization that he’s stark naked in front of Donghae, but when Sungmin quickly crawls onto him and begins kissing him once more Kyuhyun forgets about it entirely.
Sungmin moves down at a tantalizing pace, trailing kisses from his mouth, to his jaw line, over to his right ear, leaving a nibble or two, down his neck, a slight lap on his collarbone, moving to his chest-Sungmin takes an especially long time here-down to Kyuhyun’s stomach, dipping a tongue into his navel, several swirls, then down further….
Kyuhyun feels it all, and he growls when Sungmin skips his erection entirely, instead trailing kisses down his inner thighs. And sure, while it still feels good, no one really cares about anything that far below the waist-Kyuhyun certainly doesn’t.
“Damn it, Sungmin!” Kyuhyun barks, but Sungmin only smirks, shaking his head before turning to Kyuhyun’s neglected member.
It only takes one long lick for Kyuhyun to see stars. And apparently he lets out a moan, because moments later Donghae’s moan also fills the room.
Kyuhyun doesn’t quite know where Donghae is in the room, but he doesn’t frankly care; Sungmin’s the only one in his world currently-as it should be-and the only thing he focuses on is encouraging him, urging him, wanting more of him….
Sungmin’s mouth is a blissful heaven, or at least the ladder leading up to it, and it doesn’t take long for Kyuhyun to feel the buildup in his member, throbbing and begging for release. The combination of the three men’s moans fills his ears, verbal encouragement, and in all of his incoherency Kyuhyun whimpers-no, begs-Sungmin to bring him to climax.
But Sungmin doesn’t give it to him.
“Sungmin…” Kyuhyun manages, all before glancing down at the man. But what he sees confuses him; for a brief moment he catches Donghae whispering something into Sungmin’s ear, even nibbling on his earlobe, but after several seconds Sungmin turns his head around to capture Donghae’s mouth into a kiss.
At first it’s quite arousing, and Kyuhyun knows that Sungmin knows this by the way he grins into Donghae’s kiss. But after a few moments of watching, Kyuhyun decides that watching them kiss is more provoking than arousing, and with only a deep growl in his throat as a warning he pushes himself up and forces Donghae off Sungmin and takes him for himself.
Raw lust takes over him after that. Somehow he gets Sungmin sprawled on his back. Somehow Donghae manages a condom into his hands. Somehow Kyuhyun finds the patience to slip it on his member. Somehow Kyuhyun slicks his erection with lube.
“Donghae already…” begins Sungmin, but Kyuhyun’s lust ignores him and pushes in.
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun gasps out loud, and he almost collapses onto Sungmin entirely from the feeling being inside Sungmin gives him. It’s not even a new feeling, yet it’s a feeling that never gets old-and Sungmin’s moans only prove that notion.
But what Kyuhyun doesn’t expect is Donghae’s own erection waiting as he pulls out of Sungmin once.
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun and Donghae cry out simultaneously, for two entirely different reasons. On one hand Donghae is patient, slowly easing himself in-and Kyuhyun is grateful, too, because it’s a new feeling, having never let Sungmin top him in the past. But a completely different hand, Sungmin is not patient, and before Donghae even finish Sungmin pushes himself back onto Kyuhyun.
And all hope is lost from there; pain becomes inferior to pleasure. Kyuhyun does most of the moving, thrusting into Sungmin, and then pushing himself onto Donghae. And it doesn’t take very long for coherency to disappear entirely, with names mangled in moans, and with broken requests for more, or harder, or….
Sungmin is surprisingly the first to come, the warm and white fluid spurting and filling the gap between them. Kyuhyun doesn’t know if it’s the sight of his come or the feeling of it that motivates him, but nevertheless Kyuhyun finds himself thrusting harder, which in turn causes Donghae’s thrusts to come harder too.
He comes at the same time as Donghae-or at least, he thinks he does, but he’s not sure since time doesn’t quite flow properly in this heaven he’s in. He doesn’t know whose name he cries out, nor does he really care, and as he rides out the orgasm he begins to feel Donghae’s seed coat his insides….
And then suddenly it ends. Kyuhyun collapses onto Sungmin; somewhere along the way Donghae pulled himself out of Kyuhyun and had fallen at Sungmin’s side. But Kyuhyun doesn’t really pay Donghae much attention, as his attention is quite rapt in Sungmin’s euphoric face-and Kyuhyun doesn’t need a mirror to know that the same expression is probably on his face also.
“The game’s over,” Sungmin whispers between heavy breaths, and he closes his eyes and smiles. “Kyuhyun. Does this have to end too?”
“Depends,” Kyuhyun mumbles. “I’m okay with it. Donghae, are you?”
But Donghae, who’s already fallen asleep, does not respond.
“You lost, by the way,” Sungmin reminds Kyuhyun teasingly several days later, which only sends Kyuhyun into a fit of rage.
“Stupid Zerglings!” Kyuhyun curses, but upon realizing that Sungmin had been talking to him he perks his head up. “You say something?”
“Nah, nothing.” A pause falls between them as Sungmin stirs their dinner. “You should talk to Donghae more, you know. He was wondering if you were ignoring him. You know, if it was because you lost the game, or because he fucked-”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kyuhyun snaps, and even from the kitchen Sungmin can see the red in Kyuhyun’s embarrassment. “Which reminds me, I still haven’t forgiven you for winning my game.”
“Sore loser,” Sungmin teases, and Kyuhyun growls-though it’s probably just because of StarCraft again, his inner voice reminds him. “Anyway, if you want revenge, I suppose you should start feeding me ideas.”
It only takes Kyuhyun two glances-one toward his laptop, though only by false alarm, and another to his cell phone, and both men are very familiar with the symbolism behind that one-before Kyuhyun smirks knowingly.
“Wanna play a game?”
END
I. Am. Never. Writing. Smut. Again. Ever. I'm also aware that I randomly switched to Kyuhyun's POV for the sex. It wasn't working with Sungmin.
Thanks to tehgirlwonder and lovingmydubu for enduring my rants while writing this fic.
paralyzing_time, I hope this is satisfactory?
Comments are love? (And while we're on the subject of OT3s, if you have time, could you check this out? It's for my next crack fic. Thanks <3)