[KYUHAEMIN] The Game
This is a very odd fic, since it's written in second person. Furthermore, the second person is Sungmin. It's probably weird in that most readers are female and, well, Sungmin isn't. This is me trying out new writing perspectives.
But omfg smut should not be this long....
Title: The Game
Pairing: KyuHaeMin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3363
Summary: You pretend not to notice him, even though you know you've got his attention. Play the game, keeps the players interested. A game of teasing, flirting, anything to build the tension, anything to make the sparks fly further.
He eyes you from across the floor, leaning casually against the distant wall. The lights are dim, save flashing strobe-lights, but the desire in his eyes is unmistakable. Burning, raging, lusting, and your ego swells knowing it's all you.
You don't know his name, but did that really matter? He was hot. The way his damp hair was plastered across his forehead, the way his eyes flashed at you exquisitely, the way his shirt clung onto his well-defined frame, the way those hips rocked slowly to the tempo of the music somewhere in the ambiance....
And fuck, those hips.
You pretend not to notice him, even though you know you've got his attention. Play the game, keeps the players interested. A game of teasing, flirting, anything to build the tension, anything to make the sparks fly further. And as you amble your way across the floor, skirting past other men, likely playing the same game, you make sure to flirt with every one of your obstacles, to wind him up until he lashes at you.
There's one man you find attractive. Not in the way he makes you lustful, but it's enough. You glance at him first, making sure you've got his attention, before slowly and seductively approaching this new man. You know not to seek much--you keep your ultimately target in mind--but for the sake of the game, you play him well.
"What's your name?" the new man breathes into your ear, and you give it to him. "Mine's Cho Kyuhyun."
You give him a slight nod before turning your back to him, beginning to move with the beat of the music. He follows your rhythm, his hands falling to your waist, his mouth finding its way to the back of your neck, and you can almost feel his tongue darting out at your skin.
It's no longer a dance, mostly on your account. Raising an arm and placing a hand at the back of Kyuhyun's head to bring him closer, to encourage him, you moan lowly, enough for Kyuhyun to hear you, and you make sure to grind back into him oh so slightly, smirking to yourself as you feel his tongue waver, his grip on your waist tighten. Your hips move in unison with his, in perfect synchronization, in tempo with the beat, and your ego roars when every roll of your hips sends into a fit of lusty mewls.
His tongue finds its way to your shoulder, the skin under your shirt, and you can barely contain a moan as he nips at the skin. It feels great, god, so great, and for a fleeting moment you want to turn to face him, to thank him, to kiss him, anything, but the second your eyes open they find their way at his.
His gaze pierces you, worse than Cupid's arrow ever could. But even Cupid's arrows couldn't make you as lustful as that warm, glowing feeling in the pit of your stomach does. But though it makes you weak, though you fall into Kyuhyun's grasp, you maintain the eye contact, returning his lustful gaze with your all-knowing, devious one.
You give him a knowing smirk before you roll your hips once more, much more slowly, almost teasingly, against Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun curses into your ear, bringing you even closer to him, if it was even possible still, and you begin to feel his hands wandering past the hem of your shirt, creeping upward. But you barely register this. He's got your attention once more; he picks himself off from the wall and begins to walk, in slow stride, towards the two of you.
Game on.
You twist yourself in Kyuhyun's grasp. He opens his eyes, dark and narrowed, and without even an effort he dips his head down and catches your lips with his own. It's a bruising kiss, driven entirely by lust, but nevertheless expected. You know what you've done to him, what you're still doing, what you can do, and even though you remind yourself of your ultimate target, your pride can't help but to drive him towards insanity a little further.
His tongue quickly finds its way into your mouth, uninvited, but not unwanted. You play along with him, deepening the kiss, sucking lightly on his tongue. With one hand you thread your fingers through his fine hair, needfully; with the other you run down his chest, fingers dancing, fleeting touches, in all the right places you know to be sensitive.
And even though it's expected, it still takes you by surprise when you hear a pronounced cough. Kyuhyun pulls away, to your disappointment, but it quickly fades when you turn and find him standing before you, arms folded across chest, with bitten lip and a oh so jealous expression written across his face. His eyes, twinkling with a mix lust and jealousy, is just enough to make you want to pounce on him right then and there.
And his arms....
"Mind if I interrupt?" he asks loudly, to Kyuhyun probably, and you smile at the anger and jealous that oozes in his tone of voice.
But everything goes awry when Kyuhyun growls, "Yes, actually," because he was never supposed to want to keep you, because he was supposed to let you go, because you had only used him to wind him up. And now even you, who had once been in control, was now on edge....
"I'll interrupt anyway," the man says, grabbing onto your left forearm, but not before Kyuhyun snakes an arm around your waist, clinging onto the material of your shirt tightly. They don't pull on you--thank god, you would rather not feel like a rag doll, even though it turns you on to think about how much they both want you--but the tension between them is pulled to a taut line. They glare daggers at each other, you get scared to look at either of them, and... fuck, your mood's dying.
Your restlessness seems to not go unnoticed, however, especially to Kyuhyun, who's got you in his grasp. And before you can even beg them to get over their argument before you fall limp, you feel Kyuhyun's chin rest softly against your shoulder, eyes still at Donghae.
You don't like the smirk that develops on his face, nor do you like the glint in his eyes. But most of all, you don't like the tone of his voice as he suggests, in a low voice that gets to you in certain lower regions of your body, "Wanna share him?"
In shock you jump from Kyuhuyn's grasp, eyes wide, because of all outcomes you'd anticipated this had not been one of them. But by leaving Kyuhyun's embrace you accidentally land in the other man's; a second look at his arms and you're sold.
"His name's Sungmin," Kyuhyun breathes. "A tease at best."
The man turns you to face him, nods with a smirk, and whispers, "I know. Donghae, by the way."
And before you can acknowledge his introduction or stupidly reintroduce yourself, he cups your cheek and brings you in for a kiss. It's not as bruising, but the lust charged up from having watched you and Kyuhyun is still there. You can feel him nipping at your lip, biting playfully before swiping his tongue along your lip. In mid-moan he sneaks his tongue into your mouth, and it takes you by surprise; his tongue is talented, playful, a tease, and as you moan into the kiss you find his tongue driving you wild in ways you didn't know possible.
But Donghae pulls away, to your disappointment, but you barely have any time to pout at the smirk he gives you before you find yourself being pulled backwards. Kyuhyun, once more.
"Bathroom," Kyuhyun hisses into your ear, and you nod and moan loudly. You ignore the fact that, up to this point, many pairs of eyes had been watching the show you'd put on, and you choose to ignore them again as Kyuhyun drags you across the floor, Donghae not far behind. You fumble at the door handle, causing Kyuhyun to growl, and ultimately Donghae has to help you open the door to the bathroom.
But once inside, the obstacles no longer matter. Kyuhyun shoves you into Donghae before pulling his shirt over his head. A nice, slim figure, not bad. But before you can think of much else he takes you again, pulling you into a kiss as he works on your own shirt. You smirk as his fingers rest upon your abs, a hidden surprise for anyone lucky enough to get their hands on. But his touches don't last long; his fingers trace their way upward, slowly, your shirt riding up with him. He finds your nipple, pinching one experimentally, and you let out a moan so loud and needy that it causes Kyuhyun to grin deviously.
Once he manages to get you out of your shirt, he pulls you towards him once more. But it surprises you when he turns you around so your back is facing him, and before you can question him he takes a hold of your arms and traps them behind your back. You whimper, wince slightly from pain, but not before Donghae steps in front of you. And somehow he's already gotten himself shirtless, and somehow you can't help yourself from staring at his pecs, his arms, his....
Donghae leans closer. You turn your ahead away, his gaze too intense to look into, but he only seizes the opportunity. You can feel his hot breath against your ear, panting, and when he whispers "Punishment for being a tease," into your ear, you can't help but to squirm.
It's certainly a mess you've gotten yourself into: Kyuhyun against the wall, you pressed into his chest, Donghae leaning over the both of you, arms on either side of you, hands pressed to the wall for support. The air feels hot, you feel hot, Kyuhyun's skin on yours feels hot, and when Donghae begins trailing his tongue down your chest slowly, oh so slowly, down your chest, darting to your nipple, ghosting over it, his warm breath splayed, senses tingling, you begin to detest the fact that Kyuhyun's restrained you.
When Donghae finally takes your left nipple into his mouth, it's almost as if you catch a glimpse of heaven. He nibbles, licks, sucks, and the pleasure becomes too much to watch. You tilt your head back and close your eyes, pleasure building, and Kyuhyun takes your exposed neck as an opportunity to attack your skin once more.
You were meant to be in control, but now you've lost all sense of the word. Kyuhyun shifts behind you, gripping both of your arms with one of his, and with the other he reaches around you and flicks at your other nipple, and then, only then, are you gone, so, so gone....
When Donghae's tongue daftly trails a wet line away from your nipple, lapping at your chest before making its way down to your navel, you begin to see stars, and when Kyuhyun sucks hard against your neck and pinches the nipple in his right hand, those stars begin to spin. When Donghae dips his tongue into your navel and swirls his tongue, dipping in and out, swirling circles before lapping between your navel and waistband, you begin to wonder if it's possible to die happy right here and now.
But when Donghae unfastens the button to your pants, when he smirks and doesn't pull them down, when he takes a step back, your arsenal of foul language begins to show. You curse every word you know at him, because fuck, how could he stop now, of all times to stop? And though Kyuhyun's mouth drives you crazy as is, you need Donghae, you need his mouth, his tongue, his--
"Watch," is all Donghae says. Your eyes widen as his hands move towards the button of his own pants, and you watch as he oh so slowly unfastens his pants and oh so slowly slides them off. Slowly, oh so slowly, as if time isn't even moving, and though you like the way his muscles, arms, abs and all, and though the sight is enough eye candy to last you a lifetime, it isn't fast enough. And you badly want to reach out a hand and touch him, help him, make everything go faster, but Kyuhyun's grip on you is strong, even with only one hand.
And then you realize the truth, as Donghae sways his hips subtly, pants slowly shrugging off, his underwear worn low, teasing you, fueling your imagination. He's playing your game, and though you hate to admit it, he plays it well. Even as he teases you with his last remaining garment of clothing, Donghae knows just how to get you on edge, and even before he's completely naked he's got you lusting, squirming.
He's already hard, not to your surprise. Probably has been since he set eyes on you. And knowing that only makes you want him more than you already do.
So you play dirty, too. You know Kyuhyun by now. or at least the sexually-charged Kyuhyun. One well-performed grind against him is enough to drive him wild, and to your anticipation his grip loosens, letting out a throaty moan that puts you off guard for a moment. But you quickly release yourself for his grip and launch yourself at Donghae, who chuckles in surprise yet at the same time doesn't seem very surprised at all.
You've succumbed to nothing short of lust, sight blind with desire. Your kisses are short, clumsy, needy, but enough to elicit groans from Donghae, enough to keep you going. Your hands wander everywhere as you push him against one of the bathroom stalls, and he does nothing in trying to stop you. Your fingers ghost over his biceps, across his chest, down his chest, against his inner thighs, and the moans from Donghae's mouth only fuel your now one-track mind of sex.
"Sungmin..." he whimpers, voice ragged, almost out of breath. You chance a glance at him; his eyes are tightly shut, sweat beading his face, hair completely plastered, mouth slightly open, lips bruised, low pants of breath against your face... he looks fuckable.
"Please..." and because it's lasted long enough, because your desire is beginning to burn wildly, you give him what he wants. He moans needfully and contently as you wrap your fingers around his member, and you don't need to be told twice on what to do next. It's a slow pace at first, which he takes to well at first. But after a while he begins to thrust into your first, clearly wanting more, and though you tease him at first, you quickly comply.
Kyuhyun's arms wrap around you from behind, working on the pants Donghae had once started. You don't pay him much attention at first--something about Donghae being your initial and ultimate target--but that mindset goes out the window when his hard member presses against your backside.
Fuck targets. Fuck the game. Fuck control.
You can't help but to stop stroking Donghae and throw your hands against the stall as Kyuhyun inserts his fingers into your ass, scissoring them, stretching you apart. Donghae growls, but you forget about him, instead moaning from Kyuhyun's intrusion. When Kyuhyun inserts a third finger you can't help but to clench around him, eliciting growls from him. It isn't even anything new, that feeling, but you can't help but--
And before you finish that train of thought you find yourself needing support from the stall once more, Donghae's warm mouth encasing your own hard on--and when the hell did he get down there, anyway? He's abandoned all sense of the game too. With one hand he's guiding your cock to his mouth; with the other, he's stroking himself in tempo to his mouth.
And God, it's too much, the way his mouth envelops you, the way his tongue teases the underside of your cock, the way he lightly scrapes his teeth against your length. And if none of that is enough to drive you toward orgasm, his half-lidded, needy gaze peering up at you certainly does.
Kyuhyun might've warned you, and if he did you certainly hadn't heard him, but you find yourself taking your gaze off Donghae's as Kyuhyun presses into you hard. You wince at the pain at first, but it's nothing you can't handle. Your desire, want, pleasure is enough to override any pain, and it's not long before you're leaning helplessly against the stall, gasping for air, begging Kyuhyun to move.
And he does, and fuck, it feels so good, and you forget about everything. His thrusts are quick, hard, and they have you writhing, right into Donghae's waiting mouth, who's now got you completely in his mouth....
"Fuck," Kyuhyun whispers against your shoulder blade, nipping, biting as his thrusts become more violent, more needy. His grip on you tightens, nails digging into your skin, and it feels so good, has got you at a complete lost for words. And there's really not much more you can take, not much you can do except groan, thrust, and cling onto the stall to keep you standing....
Kyuhyun's the first to reach climax, to your surprise, because you've been on edge for so long you thought for sure you wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore. And you're still close, oh so close, even as Kyuhyun's comes, the warmth of his seed filling your insides. And you can tell the way Donghae is close too, the way he's struggling to keep the pace, the way his hand is desperately stroking himself for his release.
Between his hand and his mouth the latter wins, and with a last gasp for air you let yourself go, collapsing onto the stall as Donghae takes your seed into his mouth. You hardly notice that he swallows most all of it, thrusting into his mouth as your ride your orgasm, dribbles of your come leaking onto his lips. And when it's over, when it's finally, somehow, over, you turn onto your back and slide down against the stall, much too exhausted.
The world spins before you, even though you had nothing to drink. Your pants for air drown out all sounds around you, and you can only vaguely hear Donghae's groans. You barely register Kyuhyun bending to the ground and placing his head between Donghae's legs to help him finish off.
None of it registers.
"Fuck," you mutter out loud, the first words you speak for the night, and with one last sigh of contentment you close your eyes and allow yourself to catch up with the rest of the world.
When you awaken, you're in an unfamiliar house, which you later learn to be Kyuhyun's. He's a much more sane, normal, controlled person, you decide, though it could just be that his fervent passion is redirected to whatever he's doing at the computer.
Porn?
...no, Starcraft.
...so he's one of those.
"You're awake," he says from the computer, still staring at his computer, and you give him a verbal nod. "Hae was here earlier, but he had to get back to work. Wanted to tell you how much of a, I quote, fucking tease you were but it was entirely worth it."
"Do you know him?" you ask, and he responds once again without leaving the screen.
"Yeah. Go to the same university."
"I see...." A pause and grin. "Does your laptop have a webcam, by any chance?" And at last, whether it's out of curiosity or the deviousness in your tone, he turns away from the computer.
"Are...are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" he asks slowly, and when you nod slowly he smirks. Fuck Starcraft; he quickly exits the game and turns on the webcam, and after pressing record he crawls into bed with you.
You put on quite the show, naturally. Whatever it takes to show Donghae what he had to miss out on.
And the game begins again.
END
Okay, so my other smut was longer than this in length, but the smut scene there was like, 1000 words. This is like, 3000+ words of smut.
And like last time, I'm going to finish by saying "I will never write smut again."
But omfg smut should not be this long....
Title: The Game
Pairing: KyuHaeMin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3363
Summary: You pretend not to notice him, even though you know you've got his attention. Play the game, keeps the players interested. A game of teasing, flirting, anything to build the tension, anything to make the sparks fly further.
He eyes you from across the floor, leaning casually against the distant wall. The lights are dim, save flashing strobe-lights, but the desire in his eyes is unmistakable. Burning, raging, lusting, and your ego swells knowing it's all you.
You don't know his name, but did that really matter? He was hot. The way his damp hair was plastered across his forehead, the way his eyes flashed at you exquisitely, the way his shirt clung onto his well-defined frame, the way those hips rocked slowly to the tempo of the music somewhere in the ambiance....
And fuck, those hips.
You pretend not to notice him, even though you know you've got his attention. Play the game, keeps the players interested. A game of teasing, flirting, anything to build the tension, anything to make the sparks fly further. And as you amble your way across the floor, skirting past other men, likely playing the same game, you make sure to flirt with every one of your obstacles, to wind him up until he lashes at you.
There's one man you find attractive. Not in the way he makes you lustful, but it's enough. You glance at him first, making sure you've got his attention, before slowly and seductively approaching this new man. You know not to seek much--you keep your ultimately target in mind--but for the sake of the game, you play him well.
"What's your name?" the new man breathes into your ear, and you give it to him. "Mine's Cho Kyuhyun."
You give him a slight nod before turning your back to him, beginning to move with the beat of the music. He follows your rhythm, his hands falling to your waist, his mouth finding its way to the back of your neck, and you can almost feel his tongue darting out at your skin.
It's no longer a dance, mostly on your account. Raising an arm and placing a hand at the back of Kyuhyun's head to bring him closer, to encourage him, you moan lowly, enough for Kyuhyun to hear you, and you make sure to grind back into him oh so slightly, smirking to yourself as you feel his tongue waver, his grip on your waist tighten. Your hips move in unison with his, in perfect synchronization, in tempo with the beat, and your ego roars when every roll of your hips sends into a fit of lusty mewls.
His tongue finds its way to your shoulder, the skin under your shirt, and you can barely contain a moan as he nips at the skin. It feels great, god, so great, and for a fleeting moment you want to turn to face him, to thank him, to kiss him, anything, but the second your eyes open they find their way at his.
His gaze pierces you, worse than Cupid's arrow ever could. But even Cupid's arrows couldn't make you as lustful as that warm, glowing feeling in the pit of your stomach does. But though it makes you weak, though you fall into Kyuhyun's grasp, you maintain the eye contact, returning his lustful gaze with your all-knowing, devious one.
You give him a knowing smirk before you roll your hips once more, much more slowly, almost teasingly, against Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun curses into your ear, bringing you even closer to him, if it was even possible still, and you begin to feel his hands wandering past the hem of your shirt, creeping upward. But you barely register this. He's got your attention once more; he picks himself off from the wall and begins to walk, in slow stride, towards the two of you.
Game on.
You twist yourself in Kyuhyun's grasp. He opens his eyes, dark and narrowed, and without even an effort he dips his head down and catches your lips with his own. It's a bruising kiss, driven entirely by lust, but nevertheless expected. You know what you've done to him, what you're still doing, what you can do, and even though you remind yourself of your ultimate target, your pride can't help but to drive him towards insanity a little further.
His tongue quickly finds its way into your mouth, uninvited, but not unwanted. You play along with him, deepening the kiss, sucking lightly on his tongue. With one hand you thread your fingers through his fine hair, needfully; with the other you run down his chest, fingers dancing, fleeting touches, in all the right places you know to be sensitive.
And even though it's expected, it still takes you by surprise when you hear a pronounced cough. Kyuhyun pulls away, to your disappointment, but it quickly fades when you turn and find him standing before you, arms folded across chest, with bitten lip and a oh so jealous expression written across his face. His eyes, twinkling with a mix lust and jealousy, is just enough to make you want to pounce on him right then and there.
And his arms....
"Mind if I interrupt?" he asks loudly, to Kyuhyun probably, and you smile at the anger and jealous that oozes in his tone of voice.
But everything goes awry when Kyuhyun growls, "Yes, actually," because he was never supposed to want to keep you, because he was supposed to let you go, because you had only used him to wind him up. And now even you, who had once been in control, was now on edge....
"I'll interrupt anyway," the man says, grabbing onto your left forearm, but not before Kyuhyun snakes an arm around your waist, clinging onto the material of your shirt tightly. They don't pull on you--thank god, you would rather not feel like a rag doll, even though it turns you on to think about how much they both want you--but the tension between them is pulled to a taut line. They glare daggers at each other, you get scared to look at either of them, and... fuck, your mood's dying.
Your restlessness seems to not go unnoticed, however, especially to Kyuhyun, who's got you in his grasp. And before you can even beg them to get over their argument before you fall limp, you feel Kyuhyun's chin rest softly against your shoulder, eyes still at Donghae.
You don't like the smirk that develops on his face, nor do you like the glint in his eyes. But most of all, you don't like the tone of his voice as he suggests, in a low voice that gets to you in certain lower regions of your body, "Wanna share him?"
In shock you jump from Kyuhuyn's grasp, eyes wide, because of all outcomes you'd anticipated this had not been one of them. But by leaving Kyuhyun's embrace you accidentally land in the other man's; a second look at his arms and you're sold.
"His name's Sungmin," Kyuhyun breathes. "A tease at best."
The man turns you to face him, nods with a smirk, and whispers, "I know. Donghae, by the way."
And before you can acknowledge his introduction or stupidly reintroduce yourself, he cups your cheek and brings you in for a kiss. It's not as bruising, but the lust charged up from having watched you and Kyuhyun is still there. You can feel him nipping at your lip, biting playfully before swiping his tongue along your lip. In mid-moan he sneaks his tongue into your mouth, and it takes you by surprise; his tongue is talented, playful, a tease, and as you moan into the kiss you find his tongue driving you wild in ways you didn't know possible.
But Donghae pulls away, to your disappointment, but you barely have any time to pout at the smirk he gives you before you find yourself being pulled backwards. Kyuhyun, once more.
"Bathroom," Kyuhyun hisses into your ear, and you nod and moan loudly. You ignore the fact that, up to this point, many pairs of eyes had been watching the show you'd put on, and you choose to ignore them again as Kyuhyun drags you across the floor, Donghae not far behind. You fumble at the door handle, causing Kyuhyun to growl, and ultimately Donghae has to help you open the door to the bathroom.
But once inside, the obstacles no longer matter. Kyuhyun shoves you into Donghae before pulling his shirt over his head. A nice, slim figure, not bad. But before you can think of much else he takes you again, pulling you into a kiss as he works on your own shirt. You smirk as his fingers rest upon your abs, a hidden surprise for anyone lucky enough to get their hands on. But his touches don't last long; his fingers trace their way upward, slowly, your shirt riding up with him. He finds your nipple, pinching one experimentally, and you let out a moan so loud and needy that it causes Kyuhyun to grin deviously.
Once he manages to get you out of your shirt, he pulls you towards him once more. But it surprises you when he turns you around so your back is facing him, and before you can question him he takes a hold of your arms and traps them behind your back. You whimper, wince slightly from pain, but not before Donghae steps in front of you. And somehow he's already gotten himself shirtless, and somehow you can't help yourself from staring at his pecs, his arms, his....
Donghae leans closer. You turn your ahead away, his gaze too intense to look into, but he only seizes the opportunity. You can feel his hot breath against your ear, panting, and when he whispers "Punishment for being a tease," into your ear, you can't help but to squirm.
It's certainly a mess you've gotten yourself into: Kyuhyun against the wall, you pressed into his chest, Donghae leaning over the both of you, arms on either side of you, hands pressed to the wall for support. The air feels hot, you feel hot, Kyuhyun's skin on yours feels hot, and when Donghae begins trailing his tongue down your chest slowly, oh so slowly, down your chest, darting to your nipple, ghosting over it, his warm breath splayed, senses tingling, you begin to detest the fact that Kyuhyun's restrained you.
When Donghae finally takes your left nipple into his mouth, it's almost as if you catch a glimpse of heaven. He nibbles, licks, sucks, and the pleasure becomes too much to watch. You tilt your head back and close your eyes, pleasure building, and Kyuhyun takes your exposed neck as an opportunity to attack your skin once more.
You were meant to be in control, but now you've lost all sense of the word. Kyuhyun shifts behind you, gripping both of your arms with one of his, and with the other he reaches around you and flicks at your other nipple, and then, only then, are you gone, so, so gone....
When Donghae's tongue daftly trails a wet line away from your nipple, lapping at your chest before making its way down to your navel, you begin to see stars, and when Kyuhyun sucks hard against your neck and pinches the nipple in his right hand, those stars begin to spin. When Donghae dips his tongue into your navel and swirls his tongue, dipping in and out, swirling circles before lapping between your navel and waistband, you begin to wonder if it's possible to die happy right here and now.
But when Donghae unfastens the button to your pants, when he smirks and doesn't pull them down, when he takes a step back, your arsenal of foul language begins to show. You curse every word you know at him, because fuck, how could he stop now, of all times to stop? And though Kyuhyun's mouth drives you crazy as is, you need Donghae, you need his mouth, his tongue, his--
"Watch," is all Donghae says. Your eyes widen as his hands move towards the button of his own pants, and you watch as he oh so slowly unfastens his pants and oh so slowly slides them off. Slowly, oh so slowly, as if time isn't even moving, and though you like the way his muscles, arms, abs and all, and though the sight is enough eye candy to last you a lifetime, it isn't fast enough. And you badly want to reach out a hand and touch him, help him, make everything go faster, but Kyuhyun's grip on you is strong, even with only one hand.
And then you realize the truth, as Donghae sways his hips subtly, pants slowly shrugging off, his underwear worn low, teasing you, fueling your imagination. He's playing your game, and though you hate to admit it, he plays it well. Even as he teases you with his last remaining garment of clothing, Donghae knows just how to get you on edge, and even before he's completely naked he's got you lusting, squirming.
He's already hard, not to your surprise. Probably has been since he set eyes on you. And knowing that only makes you want him more than you already do.
So you play dirty, too. You know Kyuhyun by now. or at least the sexually-charged Kyuhyun. One well-performed grind against him is enough to drive him wild, and to your anticipation his grip loosens, letting out a throaty moan that puts you off guard for a moment. But you quickly release yourself for his grip and launch yourself at Donghae, who chuckles in surprise yet at the same time doesn't seem very surprised at all.
You've succumbed to nothing short of lust, sight blind with desire. Your kisses are short, clumsy, needy, but enough to elicit groans from Donghae, enough to keep you going. Your hands wander everywhere as you push him against one of the bathroom stalls, and he does nothing in trying to stop you. Your fingers ghost over his biceps, across his chest, down his chest, against his inner thighs, and the moans from Donghae's mouth only fuel your now one-track mind of sex.
"Sungmin..." he whimpers, voice ragged, almost out of breath. You chance a glance at him; his eyes are tightly shut, sweat beading his face, hair completely plastered, mouth slightly open, lips bruised, low pants of breath against your face... he looks fuckable.
"Please..." and because it's lasted long enough, because your desire is beginning to burn wildly, you give him what he wants. He moans needfully and contently as you wrap your fingers around his member, and you don't need to be told twice on what to do next. It's a slow pace at first, which he takes to well at first. But after a while he begins to thrust into your first, clearly wanting more, and though you tease him at first, you quickly comply.
Kyuhyun's arms wrap around you from behind, working on the pants Donghae had once started. You don't pay him much attention at first--something about Donghae being your initial and ultimate target--but that mindset goes out the window when his hard member presses against your backside.
Fuck targets. Fuck the game. Fuck control.
You can't help but to stop stroking Donghae and throw your hands against the stall as Kyuhyun inserts his fingers into your ass, scissoring them, stretching you apart. Donghae growls, but you forget about him, instead moaning from Kyuhyun's intrusion. When Kyuhyun inserts a third finger you can't help but to clench around him, eliciting growls from him. It isn't even anything new, that feeling, but you can't help but--
And before you finish that train of thought you find yourself needing support from the stall once more, Donghae's warm mouth encasing your own hard on--and when the hell did he get down there, anyway? He's abandoned all sense of the game too. With one hand he's guiding your cock to his mouth; with the other, he's stroking himself in tempo to his mouth.
And God, it's too much, the way his mouth envelops you, the way his tongue teases the underside of your cock, the way he lightly scrapes his teeth against your length. And if none of that is enough to drive you toward orgasm, his half-lidded, needy gaze peering up at you certainly does.
Kyuhyun might've warned you, and if he did you certainly hadn't heard him, but you find yourself taking your gaze off Donghae's as Kyuhyun presses into you hard. You wince at the pain at first, but it's nothing you can't handle. Your desire, want, pleasure is enough to override any pain, and it's not long before you're leaning helplessly against the stall, gasping for air, begging Kyuhyun to move.
And he does, and fuck, it feels so good, and you forget about everything. His thrusts are quick, hard, and they have you writhing, right into Donghae's waiting mouth, who's now got you completely in his mouth....
"Fuck," Kyuhyun whispers against your shoulder blade, nipping, biting as his thrusts become more violent, more needy. His grip on you tightens, nails digging into your skin, and it feels so good, has got you at a complete lost for words. And there's really not much more you can take, not much you can do except groan, thrust, and cling onto the stall to keep you standing....
Kyuhyun's the first to reach climax, to your surprise, because you've been on edge for so long you thought for sure you wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore. And you're still close, oh so close, even as Kyuhyun's comes, the warmth of his seed filling your insides. And you can tell the way Donghae is close too, the way he's struggling to keep the pace, the way his hand is desperately stroking himself for his release.
Between his hand and his mouth the latter wins, and with a last gasp for air you let yourself go, collapsing onto the stall as Donghae takes your seed into his mouth. You hardly notice that he swallows most all of it, thrusting into his mouth as your ride your orgasm, dribbles of your come leaking onto his lips. And when it's over, when it's finally, somehow, over, you turn onto your back and slide down against the stall, much too exhausted.
The world spins before you, even though you had nothing to drink. Your pants for air drown out all sounds around you, and you can only vaguely hear Donghae's groans. You barely register Kyuhyun bending to the ground and placing his head between Donghae's legs to help him finish off.
None of it registers.
"Fuck," you mutter out loud, the first words you speak for the night, and with one last sigh of contentment you close your eyes and allow yourself to catch up with the rest of the world.
When you awaken, you're in an unfamiliar house, which you later learn to be Kyuhyun's. He's a much more sane, normal, controlled person, you decide, though it could just be that his fervent passion is redirected to whatever he's doing at the computer.
Porn?
...no, Starcraft.
...so he's one of those.
"You're awake," he says from the computer, still staring at his computer, and you give him a verbal nod. "Hae was here earlier, but he had to get back to work. Wanted to tell you how much of a, I quote, fucking tease you were but it was entirely worth it."
"Do you know him?" you ask, and he responds once again without leaving the screen.
"Yeah. Go to the same university."
"I see...." A pause and grin. "Does your laptop have a webcam, by any chance?" And at last, whether it's out of curiosity or the deviousness in your tone, he turns away from the computer.
"Are...are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" he asks slowly, and when you nod slowly he smirks. Fuck Starcraft; he quickly exits the game and turns on the webcam, and after pressing record he crawls into bed with you.
You put on quite the show, naturally. Whatever it takes to show Donghae what he had to miss out on.
And the game begins again.
END
Okay, so my other smut was longer than this in length, but the smut scene there was like, 1000 words. This is like, 3000+ words of smut.
And like last time, I'm going to finish by saying "I will never write smut again."