#18 [Super Junior, Henry/Kibum, Eunhyuk/Donghae]
Fandom: Super Junior
Title: Never Have I Ever Been This Overt Before (the Play Doh of Sexuality remix)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Henry/Kibum, mentions of Eunhyuk/Donghae, and ninja others if you squint hard enough
Length: 3323 words
Summary: KiBum teaches Henry how to make use of sexual energy for productive uses.
Original Story: Culture Shock and The Way You Like It by remixied
Notes: For Remixied.
Warnings: Swear words, very mild male on male sex
The first time DongHae hugs KiBum after the older boy came home from China, it's in front of both HyukJae and Henry and the air crackles with sexual tension and murderous intent. KiBum tries to dissect the air, tries to see which feeling came from who, but there's too little to go by with puffed cheeks (Henry), bared teeth (HyukJae), narrowed eyes (both), clenched fists (again, both), and an arm suddenly covering KiBum's eyes (DongHae). KiBum comes to the nasty conclusion that DongHae may just have unknowingly signed their death contract, and he considers writing his final will and testament with a non-too-subtle clause that can be summarized as, "It's all DongHae's fault!"
But KiBum decides to struggle for life, if only because dying by HyukJae-hyung's hand was an embarrassing way to go and he still hasn't had the chance to tap Henry into the next millennium.
"Thanks, hyung," he says with as little emotion as he could. "No hugs for Henry and HyukJae-hyung?"
"HyukJae doesn't miss me so I won't hug him. And I hugged Henry a lot when we were in China." DongHae looks at the newest addition to the family and grins. "What the hell, another hug won't hurt!" And he proceeds to suffocate Henry in a headlock, which is DongHae's way of saying, 'There's no point in missing me because I'll always be around and isn't that great or what?!'
HyukJae glares at the slowly reddening Henry (whose valiant struggles have turned the hugging into a wrestling match) and back at KiBum. Although HyukJae doesn't actually move, KiBum could sense an aura coming off his hyung that can be likened to an executioner sharpening his axe. KiBum decides to write his will within the hour, pausing only to finally bang Henry so he can say his life is complete.
However, KiBum notices HyukJae hang on to his sanity, much like an anvil hanging by a rapidly fraying cable: he knows it's going to break and it's going to break soon, but he doesn't know exactly when, and when it does there's going to be one hell of a bang involved and any unfortunate passerby beneath it will be an interesting mess to clean up. DongHae's actions have made KiBum the unfortunate passerby. Repeatedly.
Over the next few days, KiBum notices DongHae spending less and less time with HyukJae and more and more time with him, which is a fucking tragedy because Henry isn't over as much as he wants and whenever the guest of honor (and star of frequent sexually-charged dreams of perversion and corruption) arrives, DongHae uses whatever excuse can be found in the book to poke KiBum's arms. Henry's reactions to these displays of affection could be described as midway between mentally banging his head against the nearest wall and trying to partake in the arm-poking in the most masculine way possible. KiBum decides that this is a positive development, but the looming image of HyukJae suddenly locking him in his room with a sack full of sweaty socks and old shoes always urges him to respect boundaries.
But certainly not Henry's boundaries, which are so fun to play with, like some sort of Play Doh of sexuality.
~*~
KiBum visits the SJ dorms one Thursday evening to bring a box of old American magazines to help them with language acquisition. Henry and HeeChul were arguing about the proper way to ask a rapper where he bought his bling, and KiBum strides past them with no intention of being sucked into the irrational babble. Besides, he'd already gotten the reaction he wanted: Henry gaped at him like a fish and couldn't form the concluding lines of his argument.
He's about to ask Henry to help him sort the magazines based on difficulty when a pair of arms and the smell of sexual frustration tackle him to the floor.
"Hi, KiBummie!" the voice of none other than DongHae greets him.
KiBum picks himself up and watches Henry proceed to the bathroom, which he sees as another wasted opportunity. "Hi, hyung. Want some English magazines?" KiBum says instead of 'will you please leave me alone so I can continue with my intricate game of seduction and sexual conversion?'
"English?" DongHae coughs and recites, "My name is Aiden Lee, I'm more than twenty years old and I like watching movies and shopping and sports-"
"And where's Spencer?" KiBum interrupts as he pulls an old magazine from the box. "I think he wants to spend more time with you."
DongHae blinks at him blankly. He grabs the magazine from KiBum's hand and flips through it, desperately hoping for any clue about what KiBum just said. KiBum doesn't have any idea what DongHae expects to find in an outdated astronomy magazine.
"'Spencer'?" an approaching Henry asks with water dripping down his hair and face. KiBum controls his sudden thirst and decides that licking the water off Henry won't exactly be productive for controlling hydration and body heat.
"Henry! Read this to me. What does this say?" DongHae thrusts the magazine at Henry, who jerks back just in time to avoid getting a faceful of glossy paper. DongHae vibrates excitedly in place, a reaction possibly incited by pictures of space shuttles and satellites being launched into orbit.
Henry is at a loss on how to translate "aeronautic innovations" and "Hawking radiation pulsing from a speculated black hole location" and just rolls the magazine and smacks DongHae on the arm with it.
"Hey!" DongHae says with righteous indignation, rubbing at his arms and flexing to see if there's any noticeable damage. KiBum notes a moment of victory when Henry's eyes are glued to his arms instead of DongHae's flexed ones before them. "I'm not allowed to pound you because HanKyung will break my wrists if I do, but I'm going to find someone who will. But seriously, Henry, what does it say?"
Henry puffs his cheeks at him and KiBum decides it's time to intervene. "Yeah, hyung, why don't you go find HyukJae to back you up?"
DongHae's smile falters for an instant and KiBum smells a problem - and he is inclined to help, but there are more important matters to achieve at hand. "Sure, I'll find HyukJae so you two had better be hiding when he comes! I'll even get him to bring his sweaty tennis shoes!" DongHae bounces off and KiBum sincerely hopes that the threat was a joke. Still, there's apparently a problem with HyukJae, and if solving it will enable KiBum to finally have uninterrupted alone time with Henry then it is certainly in his best interest to help out.
"So who's Spencer?" Henry asks in English and KiBum heats up a little. "Another member I forgot about?"
"No one special," KiBum responds. "Just another guy around here. Hey, help me pick magazines for the hyungs?"
"Sure." Henry digs through the box and reaches a fairly obvious conclusion within seconds. "I don't think there's any here they can read. Don't you have any fourth-grader things? Like Ranger Rick or Your Big Backyard? Or maybe something with the Power Rangers."
"We're not that hopeless," KiBum responds, politeness and loyalty winning over complete agreement and common sense. "Anything you can spell, we can spell."
Henry snorts. KiBum finds it infuriatingly erotic and he may have just found a new fetish.
Kibum stares Henry straight in the eyes, ignores the younger man's blush, and flicks to a random page in a random magazine. "Okay, Henry," he says, shifting his voice to its lower, huskier register. He licks his lips and approaches Henry, who just went stock still, and whispers straight into his ear, "Can you spell 'throbbing'?"
Henry gulps audibly and bolts for the door.
~*~
The next day DongHae tries to glomp him at dinner, but KiBum detaches himself quickly before HyukJae walks in on them and sees. He used to be concerned about Henry seeing them, but really, anything he does scores him a victory at this point and cuddling with another guy is just unnecessary.
"KiBummie, don't you like me anymore? I'm not cuddly enough for you? Give me a few weeks and I'll be just like a teddy bear!" DongHae rattles on, his doe eyes open wide for maximum effect, but whatever effect he wanted he quite missed because KiBum now has a thing for small eyes and puffy cheeks.
"Hyung, I'm sure HyukJae still wants you even though I don't anymore."
DongHae pouts an honest man's pout, but he's not really sure how honest men pout in the first place. "HyukJae doesn't want me, so why bother?" He tries to walk away to save whatever's left of his mood, but KiBum tackles him and pins him to the floor. As the person who's always the tackler and thus whose landings were always cushioned by the unfortunate tacklee, DongHae notes the pain of impact and decides to tackle much softer from now on. Unless it's HyukJae. He definitely needs to tackle HyukJae harder. Much harder.
"With HyukJae-hyung," KiBum says, staring straight down into DongHae's eyes beneath him, "you need to be a bit overt."
"This overt?" DongHae asks hopefully, grinding his hips up against KiBum's. He grins at the soft moan that escapes KiBum's mouth.
"No, this overt," KiBum clarifies and rams his tongue deep into DongHae's mouth.
They get to their feet a few seconds later, one with a pained back and the other with a slightly tense front. "Overt. Okay, I can!" DongHae cheers in English and strides off to find his desired tacklee, and also thus proving that kisses are only magical if they're done with the person you've been sighing for like a little girl ever since you first met.
KiBum wipes his mouth. And speaking of overt, he thinks to himself when Henry and HanKyung enter the door with grocery bags full of beer and soju.
~*~
"Never have I ever spoken in French fluently," Henry says with a triumphant grin. The rest of Super Junior - the ones still up and fighting, at least - groan and down their shots.
"French! Voulez vous!" YeSung exclaims randomly from the couch, a lot worse for wear when he misunderstood the rules and drank everyone's shots when he admitted to never having made out for more than three minutes before. Not that anyone made any effort to stop him; they all knew that YeSung had an intrinsic advantage to having done more stuff than the rest of them combined. RyeoWook, who's equally drunk after only one shot and staggered over to lie down beside YeSung, firmly put a hand on YeSung's mouth and returns to sleep. YeSung struggles, but RyeoWook has the surprising strength of one whose brain is uninhibited by anything.
Zhou Mi, who dropped by for the night and regretted his decision as soon as the drinking game started, drank with more control than attributed to him despite expectations of being among the first few to go down. He proves them all wrong by holding his alcohol with unnatural calm, but he gets roped by his beloved and inebriated Qui Xian into spending some alone time in the bedroom, and he immediately retracts his assessment of regret about the night's progress.
EunHyuk and DongHae are characteristically missing.
It's HeeChul's turn next. He raises an eyebrow at Henry, who finds it surprisingly intimidating, like sharpened fingernails or tall stilettos. "Never have I ever spoken in fluent Korean."
Henry downs his shot gamely, accompanied by a groaning HanKyung.
"You I hate all!" HanKyung exclaims and saunters away to enjoy his Chinese beer in peace without any social pressure whatsoever. KangIn, who found the game too childish for his taste, and SungMin, who's always wanted to try Chinese beer, went along with him.
KiBum, who's downed a shot at almost every round, looks no worse for wear and stares Henry straight in the eye. "Never have I ever eaten raw chili before." The rest of Super Junior grab their heads at the sudden reminiscence of a mouthful of sheer intense pain as Henry downs a shot by himself. Henry makes a mental note to remind them of this incident as often as possible.
The next few rounds pass by in a blur. Siwon says something about body-building and abdominal work outs and is surprised when nobody takes a shot. LeeTeuk brings up rhinoplasty and is unsurprised when everybody downs a shot. ShinDong recalls a dinner when he drank beer with pasta as the only time he vomited in public and defends himself by saying that pasta and beer just don't mix as well as one hopes.
"I know hyung, it was only one time and you were really drunk," Henry says as he gets up for the bathroom.
"That kid," LeeTeuk begins, but whatever that kid is, it's lost to the mysterious workings of an intoxicated mind. His glasses fall to his nose, which reminds him of his rhinoplasty, and he laughs at the sudden rhinoceros in the room.
SiWon refills everyone's shot glass and ShinDong says, "We should wait for him before continuing."
KiBum slaps the floor and gets everyone's attention. (LeeTeuk wonders how such a soft sound could cause the rhinoceros to flee out the window.) KiBum smirks at all of them, downs his shot, and pointedly puts his glass down. "Never have I ever seduced Henry Lau before."
He stands up and follows Henry to the bathroom. Disbelieving eyes follow him as his hyungs drink their alcohol.
KIBum doesn't need another sight of a wet Henry Lau to turn him on; truth be told, he'd been turned on the moment they met and got crushed together under DongHae. Everything between then and now was just build up. It's a testament to the human capability to delay pleasure that he was able to wait this long at all.
So when Henry opened the door to exit the bathroom, KiBum pushes him back in and Henry was too tipsy to put up any real resistance. He uses his own body to press Henry against the wall, their chests heaving against each other and hips in full contact. KiBum could feel through the fabrics of their pants that Henry likes where this is going. He leans closer, breathing Henry, letting Henry breathe him, and stops when their lips are just millimeters apart.
KiBum watches Henry's eyes intently. He hooks a thumb beneath Henry's waistband, and it's this touch that jolts Henry's mind awake. Henry opens his mouth to protest (as much as he can protest in this situation, which is half-heartedly and insincerely at most), but KiBum reads him right and stops the words by pushing his tongue deep into Henry. He explores Henry's mouth, and the younger man tenses for an instant but kisses back with equal intensity.
Henry wraps his arms around KiBum and pulls him tighter, having wanted something like this for so long but trying and failing to convince himself that it won't be so great if it happens at all, and he's glad that he failed to convince himself because they are making out after all and KiBum's tongue is in his mouth and KiBum's tongue is so fucking long and violating his mouth so thoroughly and aggressively and KiBum's fucking tongue is in his mouth and HOLY SHIT!
Henry squeaks when KiBum pushes his hand into his pants, and the squeak turns into a deep-throated moan as KiBum grabs his cock and strokes it firmly and quickly. Henry tries to tilt his head upwards to get more air, but KiBum keeps him in place so Henry has no choice but to moan into KiBum's mouth as his hand keeps working him nonstop. KiBum heightens the tension by grinding against him, and Henry grinds back even as KiBum strokes him irregularly but still firmly. Henry grabs anything he can of KiBum's body, grabs tightly with whitening knuckles until KiBum grunts, which throws Henry up even higher.
Henry tries to control himself, tries to keep his breath even and to relax his crotch and last longer, but the flashfire hits and Henry gasps and KiBum still won't let go of his mouth. Henry comes in his pants with KiBum's hand milking him for every last surge, and his entire body clenches through waves and waves of intense pleasure.
It feels like forever, but eventually Henry's knees weaken as his muscles finally relax and a wave of contentment overcomes him. He floats down gently from his high and slouches against KiBum, who finally lets him breathe freely and just props him up as Henry's brain tries to catch up with what just happened.
When his brain does process what just happened, Henry's eyes open wide and he buries his head in KiBum's shoulder. "Fuck," he says eloquently. He stands on his own feet and thanks his knees for not buckling.
"Not today, Henry," KiBum answers, and Henry can't tell if it's sincere or a tease. KiBum wipes a sticky finger on Henry's cheek then washes the rest of Henry's come down the sink.
They return to the living room with the drinks set up for the next round. Henry downs his shot immediately. SiWon refills his glass with a frown and the game continues. The others look shiftily at each other, then at KiBum, then at him, but Henry's too distracted to actually notice. Sex with KiBum does that to a guy.
KiBum meets Henry's eyes at the latter's turn, and Henry blushes so deeply red that he looks dangerously close to looking like a strawberry. A really cute strawberry, KiBum decides, that looks thoroughly and pleasantly ravaged. It's a good look on him.
Eeteuk's eyes widen as he looks from Henry to Kibum, and this time it's not because of some renegade pachyderm in the room. Siwon claps a hand over his mouth and starts thinking of how to stop HanKyung from doing anything drastic.
"Oh hell!" exhales Heechul a little too gleefully.
KiBum watches Henry turn even redder. He downs his shot before Henry's finished talking about being to Utah. Everybody drinks just to punctuate this latest development, though it's also true that none of them have been to Utah before. SiWon stands up and heads for the kitchen to hide all the knives.
Shindong elbows him. "It's okay, Henry. It was just that one time, and you're pretty drunk."
Henry breaks the rules by drinking during his round. He flops backwards on the floor and lands with a heavy and painful thud. He doesn't move after that.
"Yah!" SiWon's voice carries from the kitchen. "DongHae-hyung, HyukJae-hyung! What are you doing here naked!"
~*~
KiBum doesn't do anything overt to Henry for a week. It frustrates him, but it's totally worth it to see Henry's conceived masculinity crumble like a wall of cookies that's been hit by a sledgehammer of pure sexiness. In the end, it's Henry who comes to him smelling of sexual frustration and sexual tension and just sex over-all.
"You know exactly what you're doing!" Henry says as he bursts through KiBum's door and pointing an accusing finger.
Kibum doesn't look up from the book he was reading. It was just a matter of time, and sense dictated that he spend the entire week in sleeveless tops. "Yup."
"You- you- I hate you!"
KiBum turns to where Henry stood, fuming in the doorway, chest heaving with each breath, reeking of hormones and just begging to be violates. With a smile, KiBum glances at him over the top of his glasses. "So it's working?" he asks rhetorically.
"Fuck, yes. You're such a dick." Henry punches him in the shoulder before pushing the book out of his lap to make more room for himself. He's about to do something more drastic, but the chapter that KiBum is reading catches his attention. "Why are you reading about homoerotic spelling bees?"
KiBum leans in. "In case you manage to spell 'throbbing'." KiBum kisses him speechless.
Title: Never Have I Ever Been This Overt Before (the Play Doh of Sexuality remix)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Henry/Kibum, mentions of Eunhyuk/Donghae, and ninja others if you squint hard enough
Length: 3323 words
Summary: KiBum teaches Henry how to make use of sexual energy for productive uses.
Original Story: Culture Shock and The Way You Like It by remixied
Notes: For Remixied.
Warnings: Swear words, very mild male on male sex
The first time DongHae hugs KiBum after the older boy came home from China, it's in front of both HyukJae and Henry and the air crackles with sexual tension and murderous intent. KiBum tries to dissect the air, tries to see which feeling came from who, but there's too little to go by with puffed cheeks (Henry), bared teeth (HyukJae), narrowed eyes (both), clenched fists (again, both), and an arm suddenly covering KiBum's eyes (DongHae). KiBum comes to the nasty conclusion that DongHae may just have unknowingly signed their death contract, and he considers writing his final will and testament with a non-too-subtle clause that can be summarized as, "It's all DongHae's fault!"
But KiBum decides to struggle for life, if only because dying by HyukJae-hyung's hand was an embarrassing way to go and he still hasn't had the chance to tap Henry into the next millennium.
"Thanks, hyung," he says with as little emotion as he could. "No hugs for Henry and HyukJae-hyung?"
"HyukJae doesn't miss me so I won't hug him. And I hugged Henry a lot when we were in China." DongHae looks at the newest addition to the family and grins. "What the hell, another hug won't hurt!" And he proceeds to suffocate Henry in a headlock, which is DongHae's way of saying, 'There's no point in missing me because I'll always be around and isn't that great or what?!'
HyukJae glares at the slowly reddening Henry (whose valiant struggles have turned the hugging into a wrestling match) and back at KiBum. Although HyukJae doesn't actually move, KiBum could sense an aura coming off his hyung that can be likened to an executioner sharpening his axe. KiBum decides to write his will within the hour, pausing only to finally bang Henry so he can say his life is complete.
However, KiBum notices HyukJae hang on to his sanity, much like an anvil hanging by a rapidly fraying cable: he knows it's going to break and it's going to break soon, but he doesn't know exactly when, and when it does there's going to be one hell of a bang involved and any unfortunate passerby beneath it will be an interesting mess to clean up. DongHae's actions have made KiBum the unfortunate passerby. Repeatedly.
Over the next few days, KiBum notices DongHae spending less and less time with HyukJae and more and more time with him, which is a fucking tragedy because Henry isn't over as much as he wants and whenever the guest of honor (and star of frequent sexually-charged dreams of perversion and corruption) arrives, DongHae uses whatever excuse can be found in the book to poke KiBum's arms. Henry's reactions to these displays of affection could be described as midway between mentally banging his head against the nearest wall and trying to partake in the arm-poking in the most masculine way possible. KiBum decides that this is a positive development, but the looming image of HyukJae suddenly locking him in his room with a sack full of sweaty socks and old shoes always urges him to respect boundaries.
But certainly not Henry's boundaries, which are so fun to play with, like some sort of Play Doh of sexuality.
~*~
KiBum visits the SJ dorms one Thursday evening to bring a box of old American magazines to help them with language acquisition. Henry and HeeChul were arguing about the proper way to ask a rapper where he bought his bling, and KiBum strides past them with no intention of being sucked into the irrational babble. Besides, he'd already gotten the reaction he wanted: Henry gaped at him like a fish and couldn't form the concluding lines of his argument.
He's about to ask Henry to help him sort the magazines based on difficulty when a pair of arms and the smell of sexual frustration tackle him to the floor.
"Hi, KiBummie!" the voice of none other than DongHae greets him.
KiBum picks himself up and watches Henry proceed to the bathroom, which he sees as another wasted opportunity. "Hi, hyung. Want some English magazines?" KiBum says instead of 'will you please leave me alone so I can continue with my intricate game of seduction and sexual conversion?'
"English?" DongHae coughs and recites, "My name is Aiden Lee, I'm more than twenty years old and I like watching movies and shopping and sports-"
"And where's Spencer?" KiBum interrupts as he pulls an old magazine from the box. "I think he wants to spend more time with you."
DongHae blinks at him blankly. He grabs the magazine from KiBum's hand and flips through it, desperately hoping for any clue about what KiBum just said. KiBum doesn't have any idea what DongHae expects to find in an outdated astronomy magazine.
"'Spencer'?" an approaching Henry asks with water dripping down his hair and face. KiBum controls his sudden thirst and decides that licking the water off Henry won't exactly be productive for controlling hydration and body heat.
"Henry! Read this to me. What does this say?" DongHae thrusts the magazine at Henry, who jerks back just in time to avoid getting a faceful of glossy paper. DongHae vibrates excitedly in place, a reaction possibly incited by pictures of space shuttles and satellites being launched into orbit.
Henry is at a loss on how to translate "aeronautic innovations" and "Hawking radiation pulsing from a speculated black hole location" and just rolls the magazine and smacks DongHae on the arm with it.
"Hey!" DongHae says with righteous indignation, rubbing at his arms and flexing to see if there's any noticeable damage. KiBum notes a moment of victory when Henry's eyes are glued to his arms instead of DongHae's flexed ones before them. "I'm not allowed to pound you because HanKyung will break my wrists if I do, but I'm going to find someone who will. But seriously, Henry, what does it say?"
Henry puffs his cheeks at him and KiBum decides it's time to intervene. "Yeah, hyung, why don't you go find HyukJae to back you up?"
DongHae's smile falters for an instant and KiBum smells a problem - and he is inclined to help, but there are more important matters to achieve at hand. "Sure, I'll find HyukJae so you two had better be hiding when he comes! I'll even get him to bring his sweaty tennis shoes!" DongHae bounces off and KiBum sincerely hopes that the threat was a joke. Still, there's apparently a problem with HyukJae, and if solving it will enable KiBum to finally have uninterrupted alone time with Henry then it is certainly in his best interest to help out.
"So who's Spencer?" Henry asks in English and KiBum heats up a little. "Another member I forgot about?"
"No one special," KiBum responds. "Just another guy around here. Hey, help me pick magazines for the hyungs?"
"Sure." Henry digs through the box and reaches a fairly obvious conclusion within seconds. "I don't think there's any here they can read. Don't you have any fourth-grader things? Like Ranger Rick or Your Big Backyard? Or maybe something with the Power Rangers."
"We're not that hopeless," KiBum responds, politeness and loyalty winning over complete agreement and common sense. "Anything you can spell, we can spell."
Henry snorts. KiBum finds it infuriatingly erotic and he may have just found a new fetish.
Kibum stares Henry straight in the eyes, ignores the younger man's blush, and flicks to a random page in a random magazine. "Okay, Henry," he says, shifting his voice to its lower, huskier register. He licks his lips and approaches Henry, who just went stock still, and whispers straight into his ear, "Can you spell 'throbbing'?"
Henry gulps audibly and bolts for the door.
~*~
The next day DongHae tries to glomp him at dinner, but KiBum detaches himself quickly before HyukJae walks in on them and sees. He used to be concerned about Henry seeing them, but really, anything he does scores him a victory at this point and cuddling with another guy is just unnecessary.
"KiBummie, don't you like me anymore? I'm not cuddly enough for you? Give me a few weeks and I'll be just like a teddy bear!" DongHae rattles on, his doe eyes open wide for maximum effect, but whatever effect he wanted he quite missed because KiBum now has a thing for small eyes and puffy cheeks.
"Hyung, I'm sure HyukJae still wants you even though I don't anymore."
DongHae pouts an honest man's pout, but he's not really sure how honest men pout in the first place. "HyukJae doesn't want me, so why bother?" He tries to walk away to save whatever's left of his mood, but KiBum tackles him and pins him to the floor. As the person who's always the tackler and thus whose landings were always cushioned by the unfortunate tacklee, DongHae notes the pain of impact and decides to tackle much softer from now on. Unless it's HyukJae. He definitely needs to tackle HyukJae harder. Much harder.
"With HyukJae-hyung," KiBum says, staring straight down into DongHae's eyes beneath him, "you need to be a bit overt."
"This overt?" DongHae asks hopefully, grinding his hips up against KiBum's. He grins at the soft moan that escapes KiBum's mouth.
"No, this overt," KiBum clarifies and rams his tongue deep into DongHae's mouth.
They get to their feet a few seconds later, one with a pained back and the other with a slightly tense front. "Overt. Okay, I can!" DongHae cheers in English and strides off to find his desired tacklee, and also thus proving that kisses are only magical if they're done with the person you've been sighing for like a little girl ever since you first met.
KiBum wipes his mouth. And speaking of overt, he thinks to himself when Henry and HanKyung enter the door with grocery bags full of beer and soju.
~*~
"Never have I ever spoken in French fluently," Henry says with a triumphant grin. The rest of Super Junior - the ones still up and fighting, at least - groan and down their shots.
"French! Voulez vous!" YeSung exclaims randomly from the couch, a lot worse for wear when he misunderstood the rules and drank everyone's shots when he admitted to never having made out for more than three minutes before. Not that anyone made any effort to stop him; they all knew that YeSung had an intrinsic advantage to having done more stuff than the rest of them combined. RyeoWook, who's equally drunk after only one shot and staggered over to lie down beside YeSung, firmly put a hand on YeSung's mouth and returns to sleep. YeSung struggles, but RyeoWook has the surprising strength of one whose brain is uninhibited by anything.
Zhou Mi, who dropped by for the night and regretted his decision as soon as the drinking game started, drank with more control than attributed to him despite expectations of being among the first few to go down. He proves them all wrong by holding his alcohol with unnatural calm, but he gets roped by his beloved and inebriated Qui Xian into spending some alone time in the bedroom, and he immediately retracts his assessment of regret about the night's progress.
EunHyuk and DongHae are characteristically missing.
It's HeeChul's turn next. He raises an eyebrow at Henry, who finds it surprisingly intimidating, like sharpened fingernails or tall stilettos. "Never have I ever spoken in fluent Korean."
Henry downs his shot gamely, accompanied by a groaning HanKyung.
"You I hate all!" HanKyung exclaims and saunters away to enjoy his Chinese beer in peace without any social pressure whatsoever. KangIn, who found the game too childish for his taste, and SungMin, who's always wanted to try Chinese beer, went along with him.
KiBum, who's downed a shot at almost every round, looks no worse for wear and stares Henry straight in the eye. "Never have I ever eaten raw chili before." The rest of Super Junior grab their heads at the sudden reminiscence of a mouthful of sheer intense pain as Henry downs a shot by himself. Henry makes a mental note to remind them of this incident as often as possible.
The next few rounds pass by in a blur. Siwon says something about body-building and abdominal work outs and is surprised when nobody takes a shot. LeeTeuk brings up rhinoplasty and is unsurprised when everybody downs a shot. ShinDong recalls a dinner when he drank beer with pasta as the only time he vomited in public and defends himself by saying that pasta and beer just don't mix as well as one hopes.
"I know hyung, it was only one time and you were really drunk," Henry says as he gets up for the bathroom.
"That kid," LeeTeuk begins, but whatever that kid is, it's lost to the mysterious workings of an intoxicated mind. His glasses fall to his nose, which reminds him of his rhinoplasty, and he laughs at the sudden rhinoceros in the room.
SiWon refills everyone's shot glass and ShinDong says, "We should wait for him before continuing."
KiBum slaps the floor and gets everyone's attention. (LeeTeuk wonders how such a soft sound could cause the rhinoceros to flee out the window.) KiBum smirks at all of them, downs his shot, and pointedly puts his glass down. "Never have I ever seduced Henry Lau before."
He stands up and follows Henry to the bathroom. Disbelieving eyes follow him as his hyungs drink their alcohol.
KIBum doesn't need another sight of a wet Henry Lau to turn him on; truth be told, he'd been turned on the moment they met and got crushed together under DongHae. Everything between then and now was just build up. It's a testament to the human capability to delay pleasure that he was able to wait this long at all.
So when Henry opened the door to exit the bathroom, KiBum pushes him back in and Henry was too tipsy to put up any real resistance. He uses his own body to press Henry against the wall, their chests heaving against each other and hips in full contact. KiBum could feel through the fabrics of their pants that Henry likes where this is going. He leans closer, breathing Henry, letting Henry breathe him, and stops when their lips are just millimeters apart.
KiBum watches Henry's eyes intently. He hooks a thumb beneath Henry's waistband, and it's this touch that jolts Henry's mind awake. Henry opens his mouth to protest (as much as he can protest in this situation, which is half-heartedly and insincerely at most), but KiBum reads him right and stops the words by pushing his tongue deep into Henry. He explores Henry's mouth, and the younger man tenses for an instant but kisses back with equal intensity.
Henry wraps his arms around KiBum and pulls him tighter, having wanted something like this for so long but trying and failing to convince himself that it won't be so great if it happens at all, and he's glad that he failed to convince himself because they are making out after all and KiBum's tongue is in his mouth and KiBum's tongue is so fucking long and violating his mouth so thoroughly and aggressively and KiBum's fucking tongue is in his mouth and HOLY SHIT!
Henry squeaks when KiBum pushes his hand into his pants, and the squeak turns into a deep-throated moan as KiBum grabs his cock and strokes it firmly and quickly. Henry tries to tilt his head upwards to get more air, but KiBum keeps him in place so Henry has no choice but to moan into KiBum's mouth as his hand keeps working him nonstop. KiBum heightens the tension by grinding against him, and Henry grinds back even as KiBum strokes him irregularly but still firmly. Henry grabs anything he can of KiBum's body, grabs tightly with whitening knuckles until KiBum grunts, which throws Henry up even higher.
Henry tries to control himself, tries to keep his breath even and to relax his crotch and last longer, but the flashfire hits and Henry gasps and KiBum still won't let go of his mouth. Henry comes in his pants with KiBum's hand milking him for every last surge, and his entire body clenches through waves and waves of intense pleasure.
It feels like forever, but eventually Henry's knees weaken as his muscles finally relax and a wave of contentment overcomes him. He floats down gently from his high and slouches against KiBum, who finally lets him breathe freely and just props him up as Henry's brain tries to catch up with what just happened.
When his brain does process what just happened, Henry's eyes open wide and he buries his head in KiBum's shoulder. "Fuck," he says eloquently. He stands on his own feet and thanks his knees for not buckling.
"Not today, Henry," KiBum answers, and Henry can't tell if it's sincere or a tease. KiBum wipes a sticky finger on Henry's cheek then washes the rest of Henry's come down the sink.
They return to the living room with the drinks set up for the next round. Henry downs his shot immediately. SiWon refills his glass with a frown and the game continues. The others look shiftily at each other, then at KiBum, then at him, but Henry's too distracted to actually notice. Sex with KiBum does that to a guy.
KiBum meets Henry's eyes at the latter's turn, and Henry blushes so deeply red that he looks dangerously close to looking like a strawberry. A really cute strawberry, KiBum decides, that looks thoroughly and pleasantly ravaged. It's a good look on him.
Eeteuk's eyes widen as he looks from Henry to Kibum, and this time it's not because of some renegade pachyderm in the room. Siwon claps a hand over his mouth and starts thinking of how to stop HanKyung from doing anything drastic.
"Oh hell!" exhales Heechul a little too gleefully.
KiBum watches Henry turn even redder. He downs his shot before Henry's finished talking about being to Utah. Everybody drinks just to punctuate this latest development, though it's also true that none of them have been to Utah before. SiWon stands up and heads for the kitchen to hide all the knives.
Shindong elbows him. "It's okay, Henry. It was just that one time, and you're pretty drunk."
Henry breaks the rules by drinking during his round. He flops backwards on the floor and lands with a heavy and painful thud. He doesn't move after that.
"Yah!" SiWon's voice carries from the kitchen. "DongHae-hyung, HyukJae-hyung! What are you doing here naked!"
~*~
KiBum doesn't do anything overt to Henry for a week. It frustrates him, but it's totally worth it to see Henry's conceived masculinity crumble like a wall of cookies that's been hit by a sledgehammer of pure sexiness. In the end, it's Henry who comes to him smelling of sexual frustration and sexual tension and just sex over-all.
"You know exactly what you're doing!" Henry says as he bursts through KiBum's door and pointing an accusing finger.
Kibum doesn't look up from the book he was reading. It was just a matter of time, and sense dictated that he spend the entire week in sleeveless tops. "Yup."
"You- you- I hate you!"
KiBum turns to where Henry stood, fuming in the doorway, chest heaving with each breath, reeking of hormones and just begging to be violates. With a smile, KiBum glances at him over the top of his glasses. "So it's working?" he asks rhetorically.
"Fuck, yes. You're such a dick." Henry punches him in the shoulder before pushing the book out of his lap to make more room for himself. He's about to do something more drastic, but the chapter that KiBum is reading catches his attention. "Why are you reading about homoerotic spelling bees?"
KiBum leans in. "In case you manage to spell 'throbbing'." KiBum kisses him speechless.