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Well....I wrote smut....
a PWP...
just....
be amazed XD
I rather like this...however i wrote it in one go, without checking it...and despite it being the easiest thing to write in a while...it still might not be brilliant.
ANYWAY.
I hope you like it :) I also apologise if the end sucks :( I kind of rushed it...
I will have fic updates shortly I promise.
Title: Don't Just Watch
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Super Junior, DBSK/JYJ
Pairing(s): SiHanJaeMin (WonMin, HanJae, SiHan, JaeMin)
Warnings: VERY Graphic sexual situations, 4-some, Brief mentions of SM related issues and drink spiking.
Summary: With a sharp groan that seems to echo through his protesting spinal muscles, Han Geng lifted Siwon's supported arm up from around his shoulders and dropped the almost unconscious male across the double bed of his current Hotel room, delighting in the almost audible connection with the mattress...
With a sharp groan that seems to echo through his protesting spinal muscles, Han Geng lifted Siwon's supported arm up from around his shoulders and dropped the almost unconscious male across the double bed of his current Hotel room, delighting in the almost audible connection with the mattress, the Korean murmuring something unintelligible as he squirmed slightly in his heavily docile state, completely unaware of the Chinese elder's gaze burning into his scrunched up facial features before Han Geng's head shot up at the sharp bang against the door, accompanied by a sharp curse and huff of air moments later as Jaejoong's slender spine backed into the room, the ink of his tattoo just peaking out the edges of his wife beater as he groaned, movements stilted heavily as he attempted to drag the lanky frame over the threshold without anyone seeing.
“Yah! Don't just stand there gaping! This one is heavier then he looks!” Jaejoong growled, turning to throw a glare over his shoulder at one of his oldest friends, porcelain skin shimmering with a light layer of sweat as he shrugged the body further up his own, arms locking tighter around the broad torso as it threatened to slip from his grasp. Han Geng merely laughed as he stepped across and over the long slender legs still peaking out over the door threshold before crouching and lifting the male's legs up, holding him by the ankles as he helped Jaejoong manoeuvre through the room, dropping him with a long, drawn out sigh of exhaustion next to Siwon's still form.
“I think the amount of food Changmin-ah consumes is catching up with him, his legs were like lead weights, he must store what he eats there so he can grow taller.” Han Geng groaned, hands pushing against his lower spine as he leant back in an attempt to work the tension out of the aching muscles, ignoring Jaejoong's cold look at his words. “We should have swapped, Shiyuan is really quite light, you wouldn't have had a problem carrying him.”
“It would have looked even more suspicious to people if we'd been seen carrying remaining members from a different group to the one we used to be in.” Jaejoong reasoned with a sigh, moving across the room to sprawl across the small, two seat leather sofa as Han Geng moved to the arm chair beside the window, pausing only to glance warily out the glass to check if any eagle-eyed fans had spotted any of the four of them entering the Hotel earlier that night. “Besides, if you got seen carrying Siwon-ah it'd be brushed off by most...you two were-ah what is it you used to call yourselves?-sworn brothers?”
“Yes. But equally we could have gotten up here faster and lessen the risk that we could have been seen.” Han Geng shot back, finally deeming the outside clear enough to sink gracefully, yet exhaustedly into the armchair with another sharp groan. “I told you to be careful! I said make them calm and relaxed enough to listen to us, not practically knock the pair of them out! What if it hurts them huh?”
“You could have warned me how little Siwon-ah eats! If they'd eaten a proper meal it wouldn't have effected them this much.” Jaejoong snapped back, reaching behind himself to grab the cushion he was propped up against and simply threw it into the Chinese male's face as he cast a fretful glance over towards the two dauntingly still frames for the fifth time in two minutes. “You're the one who gave me the pills! You should have known how much would be needed...and what kind of affect it would have on them both.”
“Jaejoong-ah...They are still with SM, how much food was you expecting them to be living on?” Han Geng muttered throwing the cushion right back as he caught it with a small growl, almost missing the slurred mutter from the bed as Siwon shifted, leg spasming, causing him to kick Changmin in the shin and the DBSK Maknae to whine in complaint and roll over off his side onto his back, arm falling out to the side as he rolled, backhanding Siwon in the chest with an audible slap. “The pills did exactly what they were supposed to. I used to take them so I could sleep and I know for a fact there's nothing in them that could hurt Shiyuan. You just put too much in their drinks.”
Not bothering to properly reply, Jaejoong merely sighed as Han Geng gave up with his wary glances and simply got to his feet and padded across to beside the bed within two long strides, hands trembling visibly from the sofa as he reached down and gently rearranged Siwon's limbs so he wouldn't risk rolling over and hurting himself, before Jaejoong watched as the Chinese male visibly jumped, a sharp yelp escaping his lips as he rolled Siwon over onto his back, only to find the younger Korean's eyes open and peering blankly up at him. Getting up as Han Geng gestured at him to do so, eyes wide as his gaze flickered between Siwon's glazed pair and his own curious ones, Jaejoong moved around to Changmin's side of the bed, frowning slightly as he realised the original snarky!Maknae was in a similar state, eyes open and moving, yet so heavily dilated they were almost black and completely unfocused.
“Changmin-ah?” Jaejoong breathed mere moments after the Chinese male had gingerly whispered the muscular male's Mandarin name, the pair of them trying not to panic as neither of the male's answered, not blinking or showing any indication of having even heard their names being called. The two ex-artists of SM Entertainment hadn't planned to render the younger pair almost immobile when they'd come up with their idea for that night, Han Geng had received a phone call one night once Athena had finally finished being filmed and the Chinese male had found himself pleasantly surprised as he spent nearly two hours on the phone to Siwon listening to the endless array of updates about the group before telling the Korean about his own filming as Siwon moved on to ramble excitedly about his role in the Iris spin off, almost able to forget they weren't sat in the same room in the early hours talking like they used to and were in different countries and time zones. The conversation had been rather standard regarding topics of discussion, until Siwon had suddenly gone quiet for a few minutes before explaining in a tight, almost strained voice how Athena had rekindled the almost forgotten friendship he'd had with Changmin, and that the pair of them had spent many a night sat talking, either at his apartment or whatever food outlet they'd risked stopping at on the way home, and that Han Geng and Jaejoong were heavily missed by the younger pair, before Siwon had asked if the four of them could meet up at some point to relive the old days.
“Shiyuan?” Han Geng tried for the fourth time, accompanying his call with a slight shake to the male's shoulder, something which normally he would have barely felt, yet in his almost boneless state, nearly knocked him back onto his side again. When Han Geng had agreed to meeting up with one of, if not the, closest friend he had from his old group, he had quickly contacted Jaejoong to tell him of the arrangement, the Korean just as eager to see his old Maknae as he was to see Siwon, the pair of them had been keeping up with the updates on the internet and both had expressed concerns over illness and steadily disappearing weight that they couldn't afford to lose and after a few rounds of drinks the elder pair had come to the conclusion that Siwon and Changmin needed to get out of SM's clutches fast or they'd end up in a similar state to the Chinese male. Yet both knew that neither of them would give up or agree to leave without a fight, Jaejoong having already questioned Changmin about it back when he had sued and in Kangin's absence, Siwon had almost taken over leader-protecting duties which Han Geng knew he wouldn't give up lightly, so Jaejoong had brought up the idea of playing dirty and getting back at SM Entertainment by spiking the pairs drinks just enough to make them docile and relaxed enough to agree to whatever the elder pair said, get them to sign the forms to file for contract termination and send them off before morning when the pair would be back to their normal selves and unable to do anything about the situation. Han Geng hadn't been too sure of the idea, not liking the idea of drugging Siwon and forcing him to quit what he loved doing and had fought his family for so long to accept, yet he had still handed over the pills he used to help him calm enough to sleep on a night when Jaejoong merely scoffed at his worries, claiming Siwon would thank him in the long run.
“C-Can you accidentally overdose on those tablets of yours?” Jaejoong queried, biting his lip as he slapped Changmin harshly across the arm, so familiar to their antics of past years, the Maknae simply rolling over again onto his other side, both arms now strewn across Siwon's chest as he murmured something intangible, instead of leaping up and smacking Jaejoong back like he had always done.
“No. They only cause harm if you take them with alcohol...like most tablets do.” Han Geng replied raking his fingers agitatedly through his hair, trying to prevent himself from panicking as well. When the pair had turned up at the Hotel Han Geng and Jaejoong had checked into to lessen the risk of being caught, the Chinese male had been rather thankful the pair didn't drink alcohol as they ordered drinks in the downstairs bar, having only remembered as he ordered himself a beer that the tablets shouldn't be used with alcohol, yet he had been far too preoccupied with drinking in the sights and sounds of his ex-group's Horse smiling across at him as he explained something to him in Mandarin to register just how much of the crushed tablets Jaejoong put into the pairs drinks as they played pool, Super Junior versus DBSK.
In fact he had almost forgotten about the whole thing as Siwon kept putting his arm round him to mutter game strategies against his ear, watching curiously as Changmin kept shooting the pair of them strange, calculating and almost resentful looks, until Siwon had stood up from where he'd been leant on his elbows on the edge of the pool table taunting Changmin as he took his shot, only to sway wildly, hands clasping white-knuckled around the table edge, knees buckling uselessly beneath him despite Han Geng's quick reactions, the DBSK Maknae soon collapsing onto his hands and knees himself with a deep groan as he'd rushed round the table in a panic towards Siwon, and one look at Jaejoong's panicking face as he glanced around the thankfully empty bar, then back to the almost empty bag of crushed tablets, Han Geng knew the Korean had put far more then necessary in the younger Korean pair's drinks.
“Min?” Jolting at the deep, growled shortened version of the Maknae's name, Han Geng and Jaejoong watched with wide eyes as Siwon turned his head to blink almost curiously at the male beside him, arms across his chest, head resting just next to his shoulder, deep chocolate bangs falling to hide his glazed eyes from view. “Minnie....did you sleep over again? I thought I said not to in case one of the guys or Managers come round early.” Despite his voice being incredibly slurred, Han Geng found himself relaxing slightly as he found Siwon's words a lot more understandable then they had been, almost going to call the male's name to see if he was more alert then last time, when he was cut off by a sharp, whining 'shut up' from Changmin before the youngest Korean rolled further, limbs flaccid and unresponsive, head shuffling to bury into the crook of Siwon's neck, one leg landing across the elder's thighs, resulting in the Maknae being one small shift away from fully atop Siwon. “Ugh...get off me. You're too heavy.”
“You don't normally complain.” Changmin shot back, leg twitching slightly, sliding further up to almost stretch across Siwon's hips, Han Geng turning as whatever Jaejoong was about to say behind him was lost in a choked gasp, eyes wide as it registered what Changmin had said, before the Chinese male span back round to watch as Siwon chuckled thickly, eyes sliding closed again as the fight against the drugs became too much to keep them open, one hand steadily lifting to curl around the slender knee cap before sliding up over the tightly wrapped thigh pausing just beneath the curve of Changmin's rear, thumb stroking slightly at the crease between his thigh and pelvis.
“Come on. They'll probably sleep it off.” Han Geng muttered, stepping backwards into Jaejoong and forcing him to the other side of the room, ignoring the indignant squawk as he did so, the Korean grumbling under his breath as he relented and turned away to slouch back across the sofa, Han Geng joining him after a few moments, unable to tear his gaze away from Siwon's steadily slowing fingers splayed across the top of Changmin's thigh, unable to stop the slight twinge in his chest at the thought if there was more to the pair then he had thought, Siwon had hidden something from him, which he had never done before. “D-Do you reckon there's something going on?”
“With them two?” Jaejoong queried, turning away from where he was idly flicking channel on the TV to watch the pair as they dozed, head tilting in thought. “I don't know, maybe...Changmin-ah liked his porn, but him and Siwon-ah? I don't know, aren't they both devout Christians? I would have thought some kind of homosexual relationship would have been against their views....why you jealous?” he continued, smirking as Han Geng's face sank into a flushed glare as he finished. “Come on, lets just watch TV. They might wake up in a couple of hours and start screaming assault or something.”
Half an hour later, Han Geng blinked blearily as he tried not to fall asleep in sheer boredom, the TV blaring some old drama that Jaejoong had an addiction to, yet he couldn't see the concept behind, ever so often there was a small twitch of movement from the bed, but after ten minutes the Chinese male had given up turning his gaze to check on them when it became apparent they had simply shifted closer together or rolled slightly, neither seemingly ready to awake from their drug induced stupor just yet. Hearing another shuffle, this one rather recent after the previous one, Han Geng felt his curiosity spike and turned his head towards the bed, only for his throat to close as he gasped slightly, swallowing heavily as his eyes widened as he took in the scene across from him. The pair that had previously been curled up asleep were now more awake, eyes still closed, movements still lethargic and drug-slowed, yet there was no denying they were more alert then before as Siwon's fingers clenched tighter against the join of Changmin's thighs, nails scratching at the tight denim, knuckles almost white as he forced the younger male down harder against him, Changmin's own hands curled around the strong line of Siwon's neck, one thumb tracing up the strong jawline as the other traced over the protruding Adam's apple, lips sliding languidly over each other in practised ease, separating slightly between each kiss allowing the Chinese male to catch the slight slither of tongues as they duelled, unable to tell which plump, rosy pair of lips which tongue belonged to.
“J-Jaejoong-ah.” Han Geng hissed as he turned to alert the Korean, only to find Jaejoong dozing slightly against the arm of the chair, head instantly snapping back to the bed without his conscious decision, unable to tear his gaze away as the pair slowly regained more control over their bodies, still clearly not registering where they where or the fact the TV was on, the Chinese male biting into his lips moments later to prevent himself from whimpering as Siwon drew a sharp gasp from the younger male as he pushed his feet into the bedding, knees up and forcing Changmin further over him. Sliding down the sofa cushions as if to hide himself from view, Han Geng peered over the arm, unable to stop despite constantly mentally screaming at his eyes to shut, face heating up as Changmin's hands slid down from Siwon's throat to unfasten the buttons on his shirt, movements rushed and eager as the elder used the leverage of his bent legs to thrust sharply against him, denim coated hips grinding almost audibly, Changmin retaliating a moment later as he pushed the shirt halves open and off his shoulders as much as their current position would allow, before dragging sharp fingernails down across Siwon's heavily defined torso with a deep vengeful growl, Han Geng able to see the deep red welts on the elder's chest even from across the room.
Another sharp scratch down the left hand side of Siwon's torso had the elder of the two arching off the bed with a harsh growl, spine curving, hands sliding to cup around the swell of Changmin's rear, squeezing the tight globes against his large palms, the resultant moan lost in his gasps against Siwon's pectorals as he paused in the midst of dragging his lips down the smooth column of flesh to swirl the very tip of his tongue around the small tender bud of Siwon's nipple. Han Geng hissed as he crossed his legs, putting pressure on his crotch as it stirred in interest, arms crossing over his chest to prevent the urge to reach down and palm himself from getting too strong, barely able to breathe in the unbearable heat that had spread through his frame the moment the two Korean's had started their desperate battle, eyes locked on the pink tip of Changmin's tongue as it trailed down the sculpted porcelain skin to press down the centre crevice of Siwon's abdominal muscles, the elder visibly tensing at the action forcing every single muscle in his upper body to all but pop through the skin, hands clutching at Changmin's shoulders as the younger forced his legs straight again with a small nudge backwards so he could move lower, Han Geng unable to prevent himself from wondering whether Changmin had ever been on the receiving end of all the power those muscles stored up.
“Hyung.” Han Geng shivered violently at the same time as Changmin did, the way the youngest Korean all but panted the honorifics sending blood rushing south, Han Geng's fingers twitching against his biceps as the front of his jeans tightened unbearably, unable to rid himself of the image of the two Korean's, their positions reversed, Changmin calling up at Siwon as he worked into him, and the Chinese male heard more then registered the small moan that slipped between his lips as a result.
Two things happened the moment Han Geng moaned at his own mind's imagination, the pair writhing on the bed paused, lidded eyes that had been steadily regaining full focus on the ceiling or Siwon's chest as the drugs wore off turned, wide, deer-caught-in-headlight expressions of horror, confusion and disbelief written across their irises towards him, Changmin hastily sitting upright as Siwon's hands slid off his ass, hands scrabbling to pull the elder male's shirt closed, and as Han Geng stammered and spluttered, blood deprived mind unable to form words of explanation or answer for the pair, a slender, pale arm slid around his waist and cupped around his crotch, squeezing non-too gently, forcing another moan out through parted lips as a low chuckle echoed against his ear.
“J-Jaejoong-ah, what the...fuck are you doing?” Han Geng hissed, back still arching, hips bucking into the touch despite his words, head cradled back against the younger male's shoulder. Out the corner of his eye, Han Geng could just see Siwon sit up, Changmin still across his thighs, yet watching almost intently as Jaejoong deftly unbuttoned the fly on the Chinese male's jeans, zip lowering moments later, teeth audibly falling open, Han Geng's moan as the pale, cold fingers slid beneath the cotton of his boxers to curl around his heated flesh echoed from the bed as Siwon's hand cupped Changmin through his jeans, palm heel rubbing harshly against the denim, teeth latching onto the younger male's throat, deep almost burning irises still visible as he watched the elder pair as Changmin clung to him and moaned at the ceiling.
“Now...would you rather sit here and watch, let them get on with what they were doing...which....they seem rather well practised with, while I take care of you...” Jaejoong began voice only loud enough for the elder to hear, slowly pumping his fist up Han Geng's length, own teeth nibbling along the extended stretch of the Chinese male's neck as his head remained against his own shoulder, pulling one of the elder's arms away from his chest to press against his own hardened still confined crotch . “...Or would you rather go over there, where there's a better view, and join in...Don't try to tell me you haven't wondered what Siwon-ah would be like in bed.”
“...Go over there.” Han Geng murmured, fingers fumbling blindly behind him with Jaejoong's own jeans in an attempt to free the Korean's length, decision made the moment he raised his head to gaze at the younger pair on the bed, just in time to see Siwon curl his hands around Changmin's hips and flip their positions, rolling over so he was knelt between the Maknae's spread legs, which wasted no time in wrapping around his spine, thighs clenching against his sides as his feet pushed at the bottom of Siwon's spine and in turn pushed the male down against him harder. “Fuck...let me over there.”
“Not without me you're not.” Jaejoong hissed, yet Han Geng had already got to his feet, not caring about the leaking bulge in his underwear, on show as his unfastened jeans slid to the tops of his thighs, before he had strode across to the bed and climbed on to kneel beside Siwon, pausing only to tilt his head in silent question at the Maknae watching him as Siwon preoccupied himself with Changmin's collarbone, before he reached forward as the youngest Korean nodded eagerly, eyes glinting, and curled his fingers into the back of Siwon's hair and pulled his back upright, using the hair as leverage to force his head backwards, neck arching tantalisingly before he forced his lips against his old group member's, tongue sliding through the plump skin as Siwon gasped in shock, unable to prevent his own moan escaping at the taste he'd been curious about for far too many years to remember.
Sliding his legs from around Siwon's waist, Changmin slid backwards and curled up out of the way as he watched Han Geng practically devour Siwon's mouth, the Korean, the moment Changmin had moved away from around his frame had dislodged the elder's grip, turned on his knees and sank one of his hands deep into Han Geng's hair, returning the kiss with just as much ferocity as the other flitted down his clothed chest to slide beneath the waistband of his boxers and curl around him. Jaejoong however, as Han Geng had all but forced himself upon Siwon, steadily got to his feet and padded across to where Changmin was curled, hugging his knees, watching the Super Junior pair eagerly as if he were at home watching his porn on his laptop, the elder Korean not bothering to hide his actions as he unclasped his jeans and pushed them down over his thighs, stepping out of them as he crawled onto the bed, trying not to growl at the limited space on a double bed for four fully grown, taller then natural Asian men, reaching over to pull Changmin's knee's apart hands hooking beneath his thighs to hold them apart as he crawled between them, lips attaching to his Maknae's own.
Feeling the overwhelming desire to breathe, Han Geng broke away from Siwon's mouth, panting at the ceiling as his head fell back, Siwon's mouth attaching to his pulse point, hand increasing the tempo, grip tightening slightly, pausing to slide the pad of his thumb deliberately slowly across the head before he returned to pumping Han Geng's length, the Chinese male reached down blindly and unbuttoned his own shirt, allowing the material to simply fall off his shoulders as it slid open, not missing the small growl of appreciation from against his collarbone before Siwon was pushing him backwards against the mattress, head just lolling off the edge slightly, something which Han Geng found he couldn't care less about as Siwon's lips trailed and latched around his nipple, biting sharply around the sensitive nub before licking soothingly across the darkened skin.
Watching through lidded eyes as Jaejoong suddenly appeared over Siwon's shoulder, Han Geng groaned in loss as the eldest Korean pulled Siwon away from lathing at his chest and turned his head towards him, yet instead of kissing him like the Chinese male had initially thought he was going to do, Jaejoong turned once more and pulled Changmin forward, one hand curling into each of their hairs before forcing their heads together, the younger pair not needing verbal encouragement as they kissed, tongues meeting before lips, not in the least bit concerned as Han Geng sat up once more to watch from the incredibly close view point, the elder pairs breaths heavy on their faces, the kiss soon progressing to soft groping as Changmin's fingers curled around Siwon's ribs, scratching welts back along the curve of the bone cage, Siwon's own hands moving to knead the firm cheeks of the Maknae's rear, fingertips sliding to brush teasingly over the sensitive entrance, Jaejoong's grip still relentless in their hair.
“Now...how about we have some real fun?” Jaejoong murmured, words directed at all three of the other males, yet his gaze fixated on the younger pair's joined mouths, watching as the slight slither of tongue peaked through at random intervals, the two battling for dominance with fluid, swift curls and flicks, Han Geng groaning against Siwon's ear as he imagined what those talented tongues could do elsewhere. “Who do you think tops?” Jaejoong questioned, this aimed solely at Han Geng as he leant over to hiss in his ear, teeth clutching at the pierced earlobe for a moment before his eye-line returned to the two younger Korean's, watching as Siwon pushed Changmin back and crawled over him now Jaejoong wasn't anchoring them in place by their hair.
“Shiyuan.” Han Geng murmured, own vision fixed on the pair now scrabbling to strip each other of their clothes first, Changmin's t-shirt being tugged almost viciously over his head as he unclasped Siwon's belt, ripped the leather from the loops and tossed it to the floor, pushing the jeans and boxers over the jutting hipbones at the same time unable to get them past his knees, yet leaving the Maknae enough room to circle his fingers around the hot flesh, Siwon's moan reverberating through the room as he bucked into Changmin's hand, two of his own fingers lifting to push between the younger male's lips, Changmin easily sucking the two large digits between his lips, tongue caressing the calloused skin, audibly suckling until they were soaked sufficiently to some well-practised standard and they slid from his mouth with a languid, rather loud pop.
“Whoa whoa...who said you two could have all the fun?” Jaejoong snarled, reaching across and pulling Siwon back from where he had leant over to kiss Changmin, fingertips just able to brush against his sensitive entrance before the eldest Korean had snatched his wrist back. “As much as watching the pair of you do what...you probably have been doing for a while...would be hot, I'd much rather be in on the action, wouldn't you Geng?” Jaejoong added, the Chinese male barely able to comprehend his words and nod in agreement before Siwon had been pushed towards him with a sharp smirk, ignoring the way Changmin whined and tried to clutch to Siwon's frame.
Watching as Jaejoong moved and straddled across Changmin's frame, whispering something briefly into the Maknae's ear before taking two of the younger male's fingers between his lips in much the same way Changmin had done to Siwon. Han Geng unable to prevent himself moaning as the Maknae removed his fingers from Jaejoong's mouth and carefully slipped them one after the other into the elder's tight entrance, pausing after every small push to watch as Jaejoong's face contorted in pain, the spit a poor substitute for proper lube, yet better then dry skin, spare hand raising to pump at the elders cock, intending to use the essence as lube before watching almost curiously as Han Geng gasped suddenly and got to his feet, padding naked through to the bathroom, the Maknae wondering briefly when the eldest had stripped off, before the Chinese male was back, brandishing a freshly bought tube of hand gel.
Tossing it to Siwon who uncapped it eagerly, squeezing some onto Changmin's waiting fingers, the youngest barely gave Jaejoong the chance to keen once more at the empty loss before thrusting the two digits back inside, sliding easily to the knuckle with the proper lubrication, Jaejoong's shriek as he arched, hips jolting back against the probing fingers ringing through the room, his moans slowly gaining in number as Changmin continued to slide his fingers rhythmically against his tight walls, a third and fourth finger soon joining to press and probe, Han Geng's breath hitching as Jaejoong tensed and yelled, short, sharp and harsh to the ear as Changmin's fingertips brushed over his prostate, Siwon reaching across with the impromptu lube once more as the Maknae removed his fingers to another whine, the muscular male expertly coating Changmin's length in the gel, before holding the male steady at the base as Jaejoong sank onto him, Han Geng unable to prevent himself leaning across to hold the eldest Korean's ass cheeks apart as he watched the well-stretched open expand even further, skin taut as it enveloped Changmin's length, inch by careful inch until the Maknae was fully sheathed in the tight heat, huffing the long bangs off his face as his fingers clenched around Jaejoong's hips in an attempt to hold himself still and not pound up into the velvet heat.
Sitting back to admire their perverse version of teamwork, Han Geng felt his own frame shudder as he backed into Siwon's hard chest, teeth instantly leaning down to latch on his pulse point, the Chinese male's hands sliding up and backwards around Siwon's neck to anchor in his hair as he rocked back, moaning low in his throat as the muscular male's hard length pressed against his ass, Siwon bucking forward at the same time, hands sliding to hold the cheeks apart as he rubbed against the sensitive cleft, moaning at the friction and responding twitch in Han Geng's muscles as he bucked.
“Gege.” Siwon hissed, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as he rubbed against him, the Chinese male almost unravelling at the Chinese honorifics he was so used to from the Korean sounding so debauched against his skin as Siwon reached for the lube. “Can I?”
“F-Fuck...you better or I swear I'll pin you down and force you.” Han Geng snarled back, breath catching in his throat as Siwon suddenly pulled his head back slightly and fused their lips together, just as he slid a well coated finger into his entrance, successfully swallowing any moans, whether pleasurable or painful as they slipped from Han Geng's lips. Just as Siwon finished pumping the first finger inside him and carefully slid a second in alongside it with such care and need for approval it almost brought tears to Han Geng's eyes at the ripple the realisation sent up his spine, the Chinese male moaned loudly as he glanced up, not registering when he'd slid forward onto his hands and knees, eyes locked on the other two Koreans, stomach tightening in arousal as Jaejoong's moans and Changmin's yells, so high in pitch and power they would have made Junsu jealous, echoed around his head, watching as the eldest of the two raised himself up on his knees, hands clamped around Changmin's shoulders before dropping back with a sharp keen, the Maknae bucking upwards to meet every downward thrust.
“Ready?” Siwon breathed, slowly sliding his four fingers out from Han Geng's entrance, the Chinese male barely having chance to nod and pant a soft 'yes' in agreement against his collarbone, before all coherent thought vanished as Siwon pushed into him, all hot, wide and relentless until his hips smacked lightly against his ass, the Korean pausing to allow him time to adjust to the deep burn, one hand stroking circles across his lower spine as the other curled around his front to curl around his neglected length, drawing a powerful yell of shock as the sudden stimulus sends pleasurable fire curling through his veins, barely registering his begging pants of 'move, f-for fucks sake please move' before Siwon pulled back and thrust back into him with a sharp burst of pent up power.
Before long Han Geng found himself with his face against the bedsheets, arms having long since given out supporting him as he screamed, Siwon's powerful thrusts threatening to push him further up the bed each time, cock slamming almost painfully against his prostate every time, across from him he was just able to register Changmin alternating between thrusting up into Jaejoong, legs now bent, feet pushed into the floor giving him more leverage, and grinding up against him, remaining deep within the eldest Korean to graze against his prostate with every small roll of his hips, seeming to sink to impossibly depths within his Hyung as he moaned, fingertips leaving crescent moons against the slender hips, Han Geng knowing without looking his own weren't fairing much better as Siwon continued to turn him into a shivering mess.
“I-I fuck..I.” Was all Jaejoong was able to gasp in warning before he came, body tensing deliciously as he continued to ride Changmin through his orgasm, walls tightening around the youngest's cock, pearly essence shooting across the Maknae's chest in spurts before he slumped bonelessly to the side, groaning as Changmin's still hard length slipped from within him as he landed beside his old group member with a whimper. Han Geng's own stomach tightening with every harsh beat against his prostate, the heat pooling in his groin as Siwon's hand worked against him, barely able to verbalise his own warning before he too came, seed coating the younger male's hand and the sheets beneath him as he moaned, back arching to an almost impossible angle as Siwon's thrusts became sporadic and sloppy, everything in gloriously delicious hypersensitivity as the Chinese male shuddered through his orgasm, crying out once again as Siwon came with a sharp, almost bark-like cry, warmth flooding the eldest male's inner walls, not caring as he collapsed forward properly, mind fogging over in his post-coital bliss, humming satisfied with himself as the Muscular male's essence slid down the crease of his thighs as Siwon pulled out and crawled tiredly over towards Changmin.
“You are always so difficult to please.” Siwon murmured, words just audible to Han Geng's ears as the blood pounded against his drums, groaning as he glanced up from the crook of his elbow to watch as Siwon wrapped his fingers around Changmin's still hard length, pressing their mouths together in a harsh, open mouthed kiss, the Maknae crying out into the elder's lips at the demanding pace Siwon set, fingers clutching to the other's shoulders as he bucked desperately, face scrunching up as he broke the kiss and begged for release, the elder two watching curiously in the delirious haze as Siwon leant forward, teeth nibbling at Changmin's earlobe before he whispered something into his ear with a sharp smirk, whatever it was causing the Maknae to keen loudly and arch off the bed into Siwon's hand as he came, clutching to the elder Korean as if he was attempting to anchor his sanity in place, visibly draining and slumping back across the sheets as Siwon milked him for all he was worth, before wiping his hand against the heavily soiled bedding with a soft hum.
However, as Han Geng settled down in his currently position, too comfortable and sated to move off the bed and get dressed or cleaned up, the Chinese male jolted sharply in surprise as the sudden weight against his lower back, barely able to shift and glance over his shoulder to find Siwon sat atop his spine glaring darkly down at him, before a loud yell of shock caused his head to snap back round to where Changmin now had Jaejoong pinned in a similar position, the Maknae however, having locked the eldest Korean's arms behind his back in a vice like grip, Han Geng unable to prevent the shiver racking his frame as Siwon leant down, forcing his already aching body deeper into the sheets to breathe heavily against his ear, a low growl just audible beneath it, unable to work out whether he was shuddering in panic or arousal once again, before he felt his breath catch as Siwon spoke.
“...Now, you two are going to explain exactly what you were hoping to achieve from drugging us, and if you don't....we're going to tie you to the headboard, naked and then ring Heechul Hyung when we leave to tell him where to find you both.”
“Okay. Fine.” Han Geng groaned in resignation as Siwon rolled him over so he was now sat on his stomach preventing the eldest male from having any chance of escape, shivering once again at the mention of Heechul, that time definitely out of panic.
a PWP...
just....
be amazed XD
I rather like this...however i wrote it in one go, without checking it...and despite it being the easiest thing to write in a while...it still might not be brilliant.
ANYWAY.
I hope you like it :) I also apologise if the end sucks :( I kind of rushed it...
I will have fic updates shortly I promise.
Title: Don't Just Watch
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Super Junior, DBSK/JYJ
Pairing(s): SiHanJaeMin (WonMin, HanJae, SiHan, JaeMin)
Warnings: VERY Graphic sexual situations, 4-some, Brief mentions of SM related issues and drink spiking.
Summary: With a sharp groan that seems to echo through his protesting spinal muscles, Han Geng lifted Siwon's supported arm up from around his shoulders and dropped the almost unconscious male across the double bed of his current Hotel room, delighting in the almost audible connection with the mattress...
With a sharp groan that seems to echo through his protesting spinal muscles, Han Geng lifted Siwon's supported arm up from around his shoulders and dropped the almost unconscious male across the double bed of his current Hotel room, delighting in the almost audible connection with the mattress, the Korean murmuring something unintelligible as he squirmed slightly in his heavily docile state, completely unaware of the Chinese elder's gaze burning into his scrunched up facial features before Han Geng's head shot up at the sharp bang against the door, accompanied by a sharp curse and huff of air moments later as Jaejoong's slender spine backed into the room, the ink of his tattoo just peaking out the edges of his wife beater as he groaned, movements stilted heavily as he attempted to drag the lanky frame over the threshold without anyone seeing.
“Yah! Don't just stand there gaping! This one is heavier then he looks!” Jaejoong growled, turning to throw a glare over his shoulder at one of his oldest friends, porcelain skin shimmering with a light layer of sweat as he shrugged the body further up his own, arms locking tighter around the broad torso as it threatened to slip from his grasp. Han Geng merely laughed as he stepped across and over the long slender legs still peaking out over the door threshold before crouching and lifting the male's legs up, holding him by the ankles as he helped Jaejoong manoeuvre through the room, dropping him with a long, drawn out sigh of exhaustion next to Siwon's still form.
“I think the amount of food Changmin-ah consumes is catching up with him, his legs were like lead weights, he must store what he eats there so he can grow taller.” Han Geng groaned, hands pushing against his lower spine as he leant back in an attempt to work the tension out of the aching muscles, ignoring Jaejoong's cold look at his words. “We should have swapped, Shiyuan is really quite light, you wouldn't have had a problem carrying him.”
“It would have looked even more suspicious to people if we'd been seen carrying remaining members from a different group to the one we used to be in.” Jaejoong reasoned with a sigh, moving across the room to sprawl across the small, two seat leather sofa as Han Geng moved to the arm chair beside the window, pausing only to glance warily out the glass to check if any eagle-eyed fans had spotted any of the four of them entering the Hotel earlier that night. “Besides, if you got seen carrying Siwon-ah it'd be brushed off by most...you two were-ah what is it you used to call yourselves?-sworn brothers?”
“Yes. But equally we could have gotten up here faster and lessen the risk that we could have been seen.” Han Geng shot back, finally deeming the outside clear enough to sink gracefully, yet exhaustedly into the armchair with another sharp groan. “I told you to be careful! I said make them calm and relaxed enough to listen to us, not practically knock the pair of them out! What if it hurts them huh?”
“You could have warned me how little Siwon-ah eats! If they'd eaten a proper meal it wouldn't have effected them this much.” Jaejoong snapped back, reaching behind himself to grab the cushion he was propped up against and simply threw it into the Chinese male's face as he cast a fretful glance over towards the two dauntingly still frames for the fifth time in two minutes. “You're the one who gave me the pills! You should have known how much would be needed...and what kind of affect it would have on them both.”
“Jaejoong-ah...They are still with SM, how much food was you expecting them to be living on?” Han Geng muttered throwing the cushion right back as he caught it with a small growl, almost missing the slurred mutter from the bed as Siwon shifted, leg spasming, causing him to kick Changmin in the shin and the DBSK Maknae to whine in complaint and roll over off his side onto his back, arm falling out to the side as he rolled, backhanding Siwon in the chest with an audible slap. “The pills did exactly what they were supposed to. I used to take them so I could sleep and I know for a fact there's nothing in them that could hurt Shiyuan. You just put too much in their drinks.”
Not bothering to properly reply, Jaejoong merely sighed as Han Geng gave up with his wary glances and simply got to his feet and padded across to beside the bed within two long strides, hands trembling visibly from the sofa as he reached down and gently rearranged Siwon's limbs so he wouldn't risk rolling over and hurting himself, before Jaejoong watched as the Chinese male visibly jumped, a sharp yelp escaping his lips as he rolled Siwon over onto his back, only to find the younger Korean's eyes open and peering blankly up at him. Getting up as Han Geng gestured at him to do so, eyes wide as his gaze flickered between Siwon's glazed pair and his own curious ones, Jaejoong moved around to Changmin's side of the bed, frowning slightly as he realised the original snarky!Maknae was in a similar state, eyes open and moving, yet so heavily dilated they were almost black and completely unfocused.
“Changmin-ah?” Jaejoong breathed mere moments after the Chinese male had gingerly whispered the muscular male's Mandarin name, the pair of them trying not to panic as neither of the male's answered, not blinking or showing any indication of having even heard their names being called. The two ex-artists of SM Entertainment hadn't planned to render the younger pair almost immobile when they'd come up with their idea for that night, Han Geng had received a phone call one night once Athena had finally finished being filmed and the Chinese male had found himself pleasantly surprised as he spent nearly two hours on the phone to Siwon listening to the endless array of updates about the group before telling the Korean about his own filming as Siwon moved on to ramble excitedly about his role in the Iris spin off, almost able to forget they weren't sat in the same room in the early hours talking like they used to and were in different countries and time zones. The conversation had been rather standard regarding topics of discussion, until Siwon had suddenly gone quiet for a few minutes before explaining in a tight, almost strained voice how Athena had rekindled the almost forgotten friendship he'd had with Changmin, and that the pair of them had spent many a night sat talking, either at his apartment or whatever food outlet they'd risked stopping at on the way home, and that Han Geng and Jaejoong were heavily missed by the younger pair, before Siwon had asked if the four of them could meet up at some point to relive the old days.
“Shiyuan?” Han Geng tried for the fourth time, accompanying his call with a slight shake to the male's shoulder, something which normally he would have barely felt, yet in his almost boneless state, nearly knocked him back onto his side again. When Han Geng had agreed to meeting up with one of, if not the, closest friend he had from his old group, he had quickly contacted Jaejoong to tell him of the arrangement, the Korean just as eager to see his old Maknae as he was to see Siwon, the pair of them had been keeping up with the updates on the internet and both had expressed concerns over illness and steadily disappearing weight that they couldn't afford to lose and after a few rounds of drinks the elder pair had come to the conclusion that Siwon and Changmin needed to get out of SM's clutches fast or they'd end up in a similar state to the Chinese male. Yet both knew that neither of them would give up or agree to leave without a fight, Jaejoong having already questioned Changmin about it back when he had sued and in Kangin's absence, Siwon had almost taken over leader-protecting duties which Han Geng knew he wouldn't give up lightly, so Jaejoong had brought up the idea of playing dirty and getting back at SM Entertainment by spiking the pairs drinks just enough to make them docile and relaxed enough to agree to whatever the elder pair said, get them to sign the forms to file for contract termination and send them off before morning when the pair would be back to their normal selves and unable to do anything about the situation. Han Geng hadn't been too sure of the idea, not liking the idea of drugging Siwon and forcing him to quit what he loved doing and had fought his family for so long to accept, yet he had still handed over the pills he used to help him calm enough to sleep on a night when Jaejoong merely scoffed at his worries, claiming Siwon would thank him in the long run.
“C-Can you accidentally overdose on those tablets of yours?” Jaejoong queried, biting his lip as he slapped Changmin harshly across the arm, so familiar to their antics of past years, the Maknae simply rolling over again onto his other side, both arms now strewn across Siwon's chest as he murmured something intangible, instead of leaping up and smacking Jaejoong back like he had always done.
“No. They only cause harm if you take them with alcohol...like most tablets do.” Han Geng replied raking his fingers agitatedly through his hair, trying to prevent himself from panicking as well. When the pair had turned up at the Hotel Han Geng and Jaejoong had checked into to lessen the risk of being caught, the Chinese male had been rather thankful the pair didn't drink alcohol as they ordered drinks in the downstairs bar, having only remembered as he ordered himself a beer that the tablets shouldn't be used with alcohol, yet he had been far too preoccupied with drinking in the sights and sounds of his ex-group's Horse smiling across at him as he explained something to him in Mandarin to register just how much of the crushed tablets Jaejoong put into the pairs drinks as they played pool, Super Junior versus DBSK.
In fact he had almost forgotten about the whole thing as Siwon kept putting his arm round him to mutter game strategies against his ear, watching curiously as Changmin kept shooting the pair of them strange, calculating and almost resentful looks, until Siwon had stood up from where he'd been leant on his elbows on the edge of the pool table taunting Changmin as he took his shot, only to sway wildly, hands clasping white-knuckled around the table edge, knees buckling uselessly beneath him despite Han Geng's quick reactions, the DBSK Maknae soon collapsing onto his hands and knees himself with a deep groan as he'd rushed round the table in a panic towards Siwon, and one look at Jaejoong's panicking face as he glanced around the thankfully empty bar, then back to the almost empty bag of crushed tablets, Han Geng knew the Korean had put far more then necessary in the younger Korean pair's drinks.
“Min?” Jolting at the deep, growled shortened version of the Maknae's name, Han Geng and Jaejoong watched with wide eyes as Siwon turned his head to blink almost curiously at the male beside him, arms across his chest, head resting just next to his shoulder, deep chocolate bangs falling to hide his glazed eyes from view. “Minnie....did you sleep over again? I thought I said not to in case one of the guys or Managers come round early.” Despite his voice being incredibly slurred, Han Geng found himself relaxing slightly as he found Siwon's words a lot more understandable then they had been, almost going to call the male's name to see if he was more alert then last time, when he was cut off by a sharp, whining 'shut up' from Changmin before the youngest Korean rolled further, limbs flaccid and unresponsive, head shuffling to bury into the crook of Siwon's neck, one leg landing across the elder's thighs, resulting in the Maknae being one small shift away from fully atop Siwon. “Ugh...get off me. You're too heavy.”
“You don't normally complain.” Changmin shot back, leg twitching slightly, sliding further up to almost stretch across Siwon's hips, Han Geng turning as whatever Jaejoong was about to say behind him was lost in a choked gasp, eyes wide as it registered what Changmin had said, before the Chinese male span back round to watch as Siwon chuckled thickly, eyes sliding closed again as the fight against the drugs became too much to keep them open, one hand steadily lifting to curl around the slender knee cap before sliding up over the tightly wrapped thigh pausing just beneath the curve of Changmin's rear, thumb stroking slightly at the crease between his thigh and pelvis.
“Come on. They'll probably sleep it off.” Han Geng muttered, stepping backwards into Jaejoong and forcing him to the other side of the room, ignoring the indignant squawk as he did so, the Korean grumbling under his breath as he relented and turned away to slouch back across the sofa, Han Geng joining him after a few moments, unable to tear his gaze away from Siwon's steadily slowing fingers splayed across the top of Changmin's thigh, unable to stop the slight twinge in his chest at the thought if there was more to the pair then he had thought, Siwon had hidden something from him, which he had never done before. “D-Do you reckon there's something going on?”
“With them two?” Jaejoong queried, turning away from where he was idly flicking channel on the TV to watch the pair as they dozed, head tilting in thought. “I don't know, maybe...Changmin-ah liked his porn, but him and Siwon-ah? I don't know, aren't they both devout Christians? I would have thought some kind of homosexual relationship would have been against their views....why you jealous?” he continued, smirking as Han Geng's face sank into a flushed glare as he finished. “Come on, lets just watch TV. They might wake up in a couple of hours and start screaming assault or something.”
Half an hour later, Han Geng blinked blearily as he tried not to fall asleep in sheer boredom, the TV blaring some old drama that Jaejoong had an addiction to, yet he couldn't see the concept behind, ever so often there was a small twitch of movement from the bed, but after ten minutes the Chinese male had given up turning his gaze to check on them when it became apparent they had simply shifted closer together or rolled slightly, neither seemingly ready to awake from their drug induced stupor just yet. Hearing another shuffle, this one rather recent after the previous one, Han Geng felt his curiosity spike and turned his head towards the bed, only for his throat to close as he gasped slightly, swallowing heavily as his eyes widened as he took in the scene across from him. The pair that had previously been curled up asleep were now more awake, eyes still closed, movements still lethargic and drug-slowed, yet there was no denying they were more alert then before as Siwon's fingers clenched tighter against the join of Changmin's thighs, nails scratching at the tight denim, knuckles almost white as he forced the younger male down harder against him, Changmin's own hands curled around the strong line of Siwon's neck, one thumb tracing up the strong jawline as the other traced over the protruding Adam's apple, lips sliding languidly over each other in practised ease, separating slightly between each kiss allowing the Chinese male to catch the slight slither of tongues as they duelled, unable to tell which plump, rosy pair of lips which tongue belonged to.
“J-Jaejoong-ah.” Han Geng hissed as he turned to alert the Korean, only to find Jaejoong dozing slightly against the arm of the chair, head instantly snapping back to the bed without his conscious decision, unable to tear his gaze away as the pair slowly regained more control over their bodies, still clearly not registering where they where or the fact the TV was on, the Chinese male biting into his lips moments later to prevent himself from whimpering as Siwon drew a sharp gasp from the younger male as he pushed his feet into the bedding, knees up and forcing Changmin further over him. Sliding down the sofa cushions as if to hide himself from view, Han Geng peered over the arm, unable to stop despite constantly mentally screaming at his eyes to shut, face heating up as Changmin's hands slid down from Siwon's throat to unfasten the buttons on his shirt, movements rushed and eager as the elder used the leverage of his bent legs to thrust sharply against him, denim coated hips grinding almost audibly, Changmin retaliating a moment later as he pushed the shirt halves open and off his shoulders as much as their current position would allow, before dragging sharp fingernails down across Siwon's heavily defined torso with a deep vengeful growl, Han Geng able to see the deep red welts on the elder's chest even from across the room.
Another sharp scratch down the left hand side of Siwon's torso had the elder of the two arching off the bed with a harsh growl, spine curving, hands sliding to cup around the swell of Changmin's rear, squeezing the tight globes against his large palms, the resultant moan lost in his gasps against Siwon's pectorals as he paused in the midst of dragging his lips down the smooth column of flesh to swirl the very tip of his tongue around the small tender bud of Siwon's nipple. Han Geng hissed as he crossed his legs, putting pressure on his crotch as it stirred in interest, arms crossing over his chest to prevent the urge to reach down and palm himself from getting too strong, barely able to breathe in the unbearable heat that had spread through his frame the moment the two Korean's had started their desperate battle, eyes locked on the pink tip of Changmin's tongue as it trailed down the sculpted porcelain skin to press down the centre crevice of Siwon's abdominal muscles, the elder visibly tensing at the action forcing every single muscle in his upper body to all but pop through the skin, hands clutching at Changmin's shoulders as the younger forced his legs straight again with a small nudge backwards so he could move lower, Han Geng unable to prevent himself from wondering whether Changmin had ever been on the receiving end of all the power those muscles stored up.
“Hyung.” Han Geng shivered violently at the same time as Changmin did, the way the youngest Korean all but panted the honorifics sending blood rushing south, Han Geng's fingers twitching against his biceps as the front of his jeans tightened unbearably, unable to rid himself of the image of the two Korean's, their positions reversed, Changmin calling up at Siwon as he worked into him, and the Chinese male heard more then registered the small moan that slipped between his lips as a result.
Two things happened the moment Han Geng moaned at his own mind's imagination, the pair writhing on the bed paused, lidded eyes that had been steadily regaining full focus on the ceiling or Siwon's chest as the drugs wore off turned, wide, deer-caught-in-headlight expressions of horror, confusion and disbelief written across their irises towards him, Changmin hastily sitting upright as Siwon's hands slid off his ass, hands scrabbling to pull the elder male's shirt closed, and as Han Geng stammered and spluttered, blood deprived mind unable to form words of explanation or answer for the pair, a slender, pale arm slid around his waist and cupped around his crotch, squeezing non-too gently, forcing another moan out through parted lips as a low chuckle echoed against his ear.
“J-Jaejoong-ah, what the...fuck are you doing?” Han Geng hissed, back still arching, hips bucking into the touch despite his words, head cradled back against the younger male's shoulder. Out the corner of his eye, Han Geng could just see Siwon sit up, Changmin still across his thighs, yet watching almost intently as Jaejoong deftly unbuttoned the fly on the Chinese male's jeans, zip lowering moments later, teeth audibly falling open, Han Geng's moan as the pale, cold fingers slid beneath the cotton of his boxers to curl around his heated flesh echoed from the bed as Siwon's hand cupped Changmin through his jeans, palm heel rubbing harshly against the denim, teeth latching onto the younger male's throat, deep almost burning irises still visible as he watched the elder pair as Changmin clung to him and moaned at the ceiling.
“Now...would you rather sit here and watch, let them get on with what they were doing...which....they seem rather well practised with, while I take care of you...” Jaejoong began voice only loud enough for the elder to hear, slowly pumping his fist up Han Geng's length, own teeth nibbling along the extended stretch of the Chinese male's neck as his head remained against his own shoulder, pulling one of the elder's arms away from his chest to press against his own hardened still confined crotch . “...Or would you rather go over there, where there's a better view, and join in...Don't try to tell me you haven't wondered what Siwon-ah would be like in bed.”
“...Go over there.” Han Geng murmured, fingers fumbling blindly behind him with Jaejoong's own jeans in an attempt to free the Korean's length, decision made the moment he raised his head to gaze at the younger pair on the bed, just in time to see Siwon curl his hands around Changmin's hips and flip their positions, rolling over so he was knelt between the Maknae's spread legs, which wasted no time in wrapping around his spine, thighs clenching against his sides as his feet pushed at the bottom of Siwon's spine and in turn pushed the male down against him harder. “Fuck...let me over there.”
“Not without me you're not.” Jaejoong hissed, yet Han Geng had already got to his feet, not caring about the leaking bulge in his underwear, on show as his unfastened jeans slid to the tops of his thighs, before he had strode across to the bed and climbed on to kneel beside Siwon, pausing only to tilt his head in silent question at the Maknae watching him as Siwon preoccupied himself with Changmin's collarbone, before he reached forward as the youngest Korean nodded eagerly, eyes glinting, and curled his fingers into the back of Siwon's hair and pulled his back upright, using the hair as leverage to force his head backwards, neck arching tantalisingly before he forced his lips against his old group member's, tongue sliding through the plump skin as Siwon gasped in shock, unable to prevent his own moan escaping at the taste he'd been curious about for far too many years to remember.
Sliding his legs from around Siwon's waist, Changmin slid backwards and curled up out of the way as he watched Han Geng practically devour Siwon's mouth, the Korean, the moment Changmin had moved away from around his frame had dislodged the elder's grip, turned on his knees and sank one of his hands deep into Han Geng's hair, returning the kiss with just as much ferocity as the other flitted down his clothed chest to slide beneath the waistband of his boxers and curl around him. Jaejoong however, as Han Geng had all but forced himself upon Siwon, steadily got to his feet and padded across to where Changmin was curled, hugging his knees, watching the Super Junior pair eagerly as if he were at home watching his porn on his laptop, the elder Korean not bothering to hide his actions as he unclasped his jeans and pushed them down over his thighs, stepping out of them as he crawled onto the bed, trying not to growl at the limited space on a double bed for four fully grown, taller then natural Asian men, reaching over to pull Changmin's knee's apart hands hooking beneath his thighs to hold them apart as he crawled between them, lips attaching to his Maknae's own.
Feeling the overwhelming desire to breathe, Han Geng broke away from Siwon's mouth, panting at the ceiling as his head fell back, Siwon's mouth attaching to his pulse point, hand increasing the tempo, grip tightening slightly, pausing to slide the pad of his thumb deliberately slowly across the head before he returned to pumping Han Geng's length, the Chinese male reached down blindly and unbuttoned his own shirt, allowing the material to simply fall off his shoulders as it slid open, not missing the small growl of appreciation from against his collarbone before Siwon was pushing him backwards against the mattress, head just lolling off the edge slightly, something which Han Geng found he couldn't care less about as Siwon's lips trailed and latched around his nipple, biting sharply around the sensitive nub before licking soothingly across the darkened skin.
Watching through lidded eyes as Jaejoong suddenly appeared over Siwon's shoulder, Han Geng groaned in loss as the eldest Korean pulled Siwon away from lathing at his chest and turned his head towards him, yet instead of kissing him like the Chinese male had initially thought he was going to do, Jaejoong turned once more and pulled Changmin forward, one hand curling into each of their hairs before forcing their heads together, the younger pair not needing verbal encouragement as they kissed, tongues meeting before lips, not in the least bit concerned as Han Geng sat up once more to watch from the incredibly close view point, the elder pairs breaths heavy on their faces, the kiss soon progressing to soft groping as Changmin's fingers curled around Siwon's ribs, scratching welts back along the curve of the bone cage, Siwon's own hands moving to knead the firm cheeks of the Maknae's rear, fingertips sliding to brush teasingly over the sensitive entrance, Jaejoong's grip still relentless in their hair.
“Now...how about we have some real fun?” Jaejoong murmured, words directed at all three of the other males, yet his gaze fixated on the younger pair's joined mouths, watching as the slight slither of tongue peaked through at random intervals, the two battling for dominance with fluid, swift curls and flicks, Han Geng groaning against Siwon's ear as he imagined what those talented tongues could do elsewhere. “Who do you think tops?” Jaejoong questioned, this aimed solely at Han Geng as he leant over to hiss in his ear, teeth clutching at the pierced earlobe for a moment before his eye-line returned to the two younger Korean's, watching as Siwon pushed Changmin back and crawled over him now Jaejoong wasn't anchoring them in place by their hair.
“Shiyuan.” Han Geng murmured, own vision fixed on the pair now scrabbling to strip each other of their clothes first, Changmin's t-shirt being tugged almost viciously over his head as he unclasped Siwon's belt, ripped the leather from the loops and tossed it to the floor, pushing the jeans and boxers over the jutting hipbones at the same time unable to get them past his knees, yet leaving the Maknae enough room to circle his fingers around the hot flesh, Siwon's moan reverberating through the room as he bucked into Changmin's hand, two of his own fingers lifting to push between the younger male's lips, Changmin easily sucking the two large digits between his lips, tongue caressing the calloused skin, audibly suckling until they were soaked sufficiently to some well-practised standard and they slid from his mouth with a languid, rather loud pop.
“Whoa whoa...who said you two could have all the fun?” Jaejoong snarled, reaching across and pulling Siwon back from where he had leant over to kiss Changmin, fingertips just able to brush against his sensitive entrance before the eldest Korean had snatched his wrist back. “As much as watching the pair of you do what...you probably have been doing for a while...would be hot, I'd much rather be in on the action, wouldn't you Geng?” Jaejoong added, the Chinese male barely able to comprehend his words and nod in agreement before Siwon had been pushed towards him with a sharp smirk, ignoring the way Changmin whined and tried to clutch to Siwon's frame.
Watching as Jaejoong moved and straddled across Changmin's frame, whispering something briefly into the Maknae's ear before taking two of the younger male's fingers between his lips in much the same way Changmin had done to Siwon. Han Geng unable to prevent himself moaning as the Maknae removed his fingers from Jaejoong's mouth and carefully slipped them one after the other into the elder's tight entrance, pausing after every small push to watch as Jaejoong's face contorted in pain, the spit a poor substitute for proper lube, yet better then dry skin, spare hand raising to pump at the elders cock, intending to use the essence as lube before watching almost curiously as Han Geng gasped suddenly and got to his feet, padding naked through to the bathroom, the Maknae wondering briefly when the eldest had stripped off, before the Chinese male was back, brandishing a freshly bought tube of hand gel.
Tossing it to Siwon who uncapped it eagerly, squeezing some onto Changmin's waiting fingers, the youngest barely gave Jaejoong the chance to keen once more at the empty loss before thrusting the two digits back inside, sliding easily to the knuckle with the proper lubrication, Jaejoong's shriek as he arched, hips jolting back against the probing fingers ringing through the room, his moans slowly gaining in number as Changmin continued to slide his fingers rhythmically against his tight walls, a third and fourth finger soon joining to press and probe, Han Geng's breath hitching as Jaejoong tensed and yelled, short, sharp and harsh to the ear as Changmin's fingertips brushed over his prostate, Siwon reaching across with the impromptu lube once more as the Maknae removed his fingers to another whine, the muscular male expertly coating Changmin's length in the gel, before holding the male steady at the base as Jaejoong sank onto him, Han Geng unable to prevent himself leaning across to hold the eldest Korean's ass cheeks apart as he watched the well-stretched open expand even further, skin taut as it enveloped Changmin's length, inch by careful inch until the Maknae was fully sheathed in the tight heat, huffing the long bangs off his face as his fingers clenched around Jaejoong's hips in an attempt to hold himself still and not pound up into the velvet heat.
Sitting back to admire their perverse version of teamwork, Han Geng felt his own frame shudder as he backed into Siwon's hard chest, teeth instantly leaning down to latch on his pulse point, the Chinese male's hands sliding up and backwards around Siwon's neck to anchor in his hair as he rocked back, moaning low in his throat as the muscular male's hard length pressed against his ass, Siwon bucking forward at the same time, hands sliding to hold the cheeks apart as he rubbed against the sensitive cleft, moaning at the friction and responding twitch in Han Geng's muscles as he bucked.
“Gege.” Siwon hissed, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as he rubbed against him, the Chinese male almost unravelling at the Chinese honorifics he was so used to from the Korean sounding so debauched against his skin as Siwon reached for the lube. “Can I?”
“F-Fuck...you better or I swear I'll pin you down and force you.” Han Geng snarled back, breath catching in his throat as Siwon suddenly pulled his head back slightly and fused their lips together, just as he slid a well coated finger into his entrance, successfully swallowing any moans, whether pleasurable or painful as they slipped from Han Geng's lips. Just as Siwon finished pumping the first finger inside him and carefully slid a second in alongside it with such care and need for approval it almost brought tears to Han Geng's eyes at the ripple the realisation sent up his spine, the Chinese male moaned loudly as he glanced up, not registering when he'd slid forward onto his hands and knees, eyes locked on the other two Koreans, stomach tightening in arousal as Jaejoong's moans and Changmin's yells, so high in pitch and power they would have made Junsu jealous, echoed around his head, watching as the eldest of the two raised himself up on his knees, hands clamped around Changmin's shoulders before dropping back with a sharp keen, the Maknae bucking upwards to meet every downward thrust.
“Ready?” Siwon breathed, slowly sliding his four fingers out from Han Geng's entrance, the Chinese male barely having chance to nod and pant a soft 'yes' in agreement against his collarbone, before all coherent thought vanished as Siwon pushed into him, all hot, wide and relentless until his hips smacked lightly against his ass, the Korean pausing to allow him time to adjust to the deep burn, one hand stroking circles across his lower spine as the other curled around his front to curl around his neglected length, drawing a powerful yell of shock as the sudden stimulus sends pleasurable fire curling through his veins, barely registering his begging pants of 'move, f-for fucks sake please move' before Siwon pulled back and thrust back into him with a sharp burst of pent up power.
Before long Han Geng found himself with his face against the bedsheets, arms having long since given out supporting him as he screamed, Siwon's powerful thrusts threatening to push him further up the bed each time, cock slamming almost painfully against his prostate every time, across from him he was just able to register Changmin alternating between thrusting up into Jaejoong, legs now bent, feet pushed into the floor giving him more leverage, and grinding up against him, remaining deep within the eldest Korean to graze against his prostate with every small roll of his hips, seeming to sink to impossibly depths within his Hyung as he moaned, fingertips leaving crescent moons against the slender hips, Han Geng knowing without looking his own weren't fairing much better as Siwon continued to turn him into a shivering mess.
“I-I fuck..I.” Was all Jaejoong was able to gasp in warning before he came, body tensing deliciously as he continued to ride Changmin through his orgasm, walls tightening around the youngest's cock, pearly essence shooting across the Maknae's chest in spurts before he slumped bonelessly to the side, groaning as Changmin's still hard length slipped from within him as he landed beside his old group member with a whimper. Han Geng's own stomach tightening with every harsh beat against his prostate, the heat pooling in his groin as Siwon's hand worked against him, barely able to verbalise his own warning before he too came, seed coating the younger male's hand and the sheets beneath him as he moaned, back arching to an almost impossible angle as Siwon's thrusts became sporadic and sloppy, everything in gloriously delicious hypersensitivity as the Chinese male shuddered through his orgasm, crying out once again as Siwon came with a sharp, almost bark-like cry, warmth flooding the eldest male's inner walls, not caring as he collapsed forward properly, mind fogging over in his post-coital bliss, humming satisfied with himself as the Muscular male's essence slid down the crease of his thighs as Siwon pulled out and crawled tiredly over towards Changmin.
“You are always so difficult to please.” Siwon murmured, words just audible to Han Geng's ears as the blood pounded against his drums, groaning as he glanced up from the crook of his elbow to watch as Siwon wrapped his fingers around Changmin's still hard length, pressing their mouths together in a harsh, open mouthed kiss, the Maknae crying out into the elder's lips at the demanding pace Siwon set, fingers clutching to the other's shoulders as he bucked desperately, face scrunching up as he broke the kiss and begged for release, the elder two watching curiously in the delirious haze as Siwon leant forward, teeth nibbling at Changmin's earlobe before he whispered something into his ear with a sharp smirk, whatever it was causing the Maknae to keen loudly and arch off the bed into Siwon's hand as he came, clutching to the elder Korean as if he was attempting to anchor his sanity in place, visibly draining and slumping back across the sheets as Siwon milked him for all he was worth, before wiping his hand against the heavily soiled bedding with a soft hum.
However, as Han Geng settled down in his currently position, too comfortable and sated to move off the bed and get dressed or cleaned up, the Chinese male jolted sharply in surprise as the sudden weight against his lower back, barely able to shift and glance over his shoulder to find Siwon sat atop his spine glaring darkly down at him, before a loud yell of shock caused his head to snap back round to where Changmin now had Jaejoong pinned in a similar position, the Maknae however, having locked the eldest Korean's arms behind his back in a vice like grip, Han Geng unable to prevent the shiver racking his frame as Siwon leant down, forcing his already aching body deeper into the sheets to breathe heavily against his ear, a low growl just audible beneath it, unable to work out whether he was shuddering in panic or arousal once again, before he felt his breath catch as Siwon spoke.
“...Now, you two are going to explain exactly what you were hoping to achieve from drugging us, and if you don't....we're going to tie you to the headboard, naked and then ring Heechul Hyung when we leave to tell him where to find you both.”
“Okay. Fine.” Han Geng groaned in resignation as Siwon rolled him over so he was now sat on his stomach preventing the eldest male from having any chance of escape, shivering once again at the mention of Heechul, that time definitely out of panic.