No Touching
No Touching
Author : sylva_anggia
Pairing : KyuMin
Rating : NC-17
Genre: Smut, Oneshot
Summary : The great Cho Kyuhyun might be good at a lot of things, but Sungmin doesn’t he can get someone off without touching them.
Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the personal or professional lives of any real person or organization portrayed herein. No bodily harm intended whatsoever.
Warning: contain YAOI, bad words, bad English, rush.
After a busy day of performing for thousands of their fans in Super Show Malaysia, the guys from Super Junior were back at their hotel room to have their well deserved rest. Some of them decided to just go to sleep, while some of the others hung out in Sungmin and Kyuhyun’s shared room.
“What do you mean I couldn’t do it?” Kyuhyun gushed out in his and Heechul’s banter.
“I don’t think you could pull it off.” Heechul shrugged, casually leaning backwards on the bed and into Siwon’s arms.
The magnae lifted one fine eyebrow; chopsticks with ramen noodles around them paused in midair, halfway to his mouth. “You don’t believe me?”
Siwon was shaking his head from behind Heechul on the bed, watching the unfolding scene lazily. “That’s a bad move, Heechul hyung. You know how Kyuhyun-kun gets when you tell him he can’t do something.”
Donghae chuckled lightly over fiddling with his Blackberry, he was sitting on one of the two beds with back against the headboard. Completely agree with Siwon.
Heechul only glanced sideway at Siwon, before returning to Kyuhyun and answering the magnae’s question. “Of course I don’t believe you,” he said, scoffing lightly. “The great Cho Kyuhyun might be good at singing, dancing, even playing in a musical, hell I’m sure everyone in the world knows that you’re like the master of Starcraft,” he said, waving his hands around to emphasize his meaning. “But I don’t think even you could talk someone off,” Heechul added, pointing a finger sharply to Kyuhyun, making the youngest in Super Junior frown. “And by talk I mean no touching them. I don’t know if that’s even possible though.”
If Kyuhyun was frowning before, it quickly turned into a full glower at Heechul’s last statement. “Of course that’s possible. There’s this thing called ‘wet dream’,” he argued before slurping the ramen hanging on his chopsticks.
“Well, that. But most of the time you’re like rubbing yourself against the bed or something, no?” Donghae asked, innocently so, making the rest of the members snickered lightly.
“Not all the time, you know. What about girls? They can have wet dreams too. ” Heechul countered. “And they have nothing to rub against the bed,” he added with a shrug.
Donghae’s eyes nearly popped out of his heads. “Seriously? Girls can have wet dreams?” he asked with wide eyes.
Siwon snickered from behind Heechul. “Of course, they can,” he said with conviction, but then he had to look sheepish all of a sudden, making everyone, and most especially Heechul to sit up and eye him like he had grown another head.
“And you know this how?” Heechul inquired suspiciously, “I thought you only read bible.”
“Well, not.just.that, obviously,” Siwon shrugged, grinning and rubbing at the back of his head shyly. Heechul just couldn’t believe his ear, but before he could say anything Kyuhyun cut him off.
“Gee,” Kyuhyun said, rolling his eyes at the hyung’s antics, he then waved his hand dismissively before continuing, “This is totally out of our subject. Anyway, I am confident that I can completely talk someone off. End of discussion.” Kyuhyun decided, blowing on his ramen before stuffing them into his mouth yet again.
“Prove it.”
Kyuhyun flinched at the sudden inquiry coming from the bathroom direction. He stopped munching on his ramen and slowly looked up at Sungmin, who was leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, shirtless, and only wearing a pair of loose pants. A smug smirk spread across his beautiful features, satisfied that he could take Kyuhyun by surprise.
“What?”
Sungmin was actually amused at how his roommate was trying to hide the shock from everyone - and failed, apparently. Smirking even wide, Sungmin pushed himself off the wall and sauntered to the magnae, saying, “C’mon, Kyu. Are you expecting us to believe that you could actually pull that off? That’s totally hard to imagine, and even more so with Starcraft-filled-brain like yours.”
“What?! You - !” Kyuhyun snapped, he stood up, half slamming his cup of ramen onto the floor, glaring dagger at Sungmin.
Sungmin sat down next to Donghae, nonchalantly toweling his still dripping wet hair. Taking in the sight of the fuming magnae from the corner his eyes, he started again, “Well, let’s hear it then, Kyu, how exactly are you going to talk someone off? Are you gonna do some dirty talking, or maybe pull a striptease dance? Come to think of it, Kyu, I don’t know if you really have the balls for it.” He smirked as he caught his loveable dongsaeng’s cheeks puffing out.
However, Sungmin was taken aback when that expression gone just as fast as it had appeared. “Oh, what do you know about my balls, Hyung?” Kyuhyun said with a cheeky grin. “You know, if I don’t know you any better, I’d say that you actually wanted me to talk you off.”
“What!?” Sungmin glared.
Donghae and Siwon couldn’t help it as they were doubled over their laughter, while Heechul merely sat up straighter on the bed and smirked in amusement, this is going to get interesting, he thought.
They watched as Kyuhyun strolled over to the scowling pink lover. Sungmin scooted backward in his bed, while Kyuhyun advancing forward. His eyes alighted with evil gleam. “Let’s make a bet then, Sungmin hyung.”
Sungmin glowered, he hated it when Kyuhyun looked at him like that. Not that it reminded him of Kyuhyun’s prank at him. It was just when Kyuhyun call him like that… it stirred something inside his pants.
Straightened up, Sungmin just watched with narrowed eyes as Kyuhyun placed one knee next to his thigh on the bed. “Let’s see…” Kyuhyun paused, tapping his chin with a finger contemplatively, until a grin took over his features. “If can talk you off, hyung, you have to blow Siwon hyung while everyone watches.”
“Wha - !” Siwon’s eyes bulged, he shifted slightly on the bed as the image of Sungmin blowing him off caused ‘unwanted’ stirring inside his own pants.
Kyuhyun was playing dirty now, Sungmin thought. But it was far too late to back out, especially since he’d been the one to issue the challenge. “Fine.” He spoke through gritted teeth, before a smirk replacing the sour look on his face. “But if you can’t, you’re going to be my bitch for a whole day.”
Fuck it would be hot! Heechul whooped in his head, while outwardly he was snickering. Heechul’s eyes were sliding from Sungmin to Kyuhyun. Just the thought of Kyuhyun spread out under Sungmin, pinned and writhing under the smaller man… it was undeniably a turn on. His cock twitched in his pants.
Kyuhyun, however, did not waver. He simply smirked a little wider, leaning in to place both arms on Sungmin’s shoulders. “I suggest you take off your pants and boxers, hyung. Because when I’m done with you, you’d be having a serious problem with wet pants and boxers. And I, to be honest, don’t want you to have to borrow some boxers from Eunhyuk hyung.” He said lowly to Sungmin’s ear, smirking at the frowning pink lover under him. A second later and Kyuhyun was gone, but not after pressing a quick kiss to Sungmin’s lips.
Sungmin sat, dumbfounded. He merely watched as the magnae walked towards the bathroom door. His lips tingled slightly, and he lifted a hand to absently touch them.
~*~
Sungmin let his companions squabbling, probably over something to bet, while he stood from the bed and stripped to his grey boxers. He merely raised an elegant eyebrow as he felt his companions’ eyes shift on him.
“What?” he asked, nonchalantly. “It takes two to play the game.” He shrugged.
Siwon smirked at him, while Heechul stared at his crotch rather shamelessly. “I thought I’m going to see you naked, Sungmin ah. Anyway, that’s quite impressive dick you have there.”
“Hn,” was Sungmin’s only respond, before he sat on the bed, back leaning against the headboard.
Meanwhile with Donghae, he was grinning to himself then said, “Now, the game is about to talk someone off without touching him, right? Don’t you think we need to tie Sungmin hyung’s hands?”
“Of course!” Heechul yelled excitedly. “Siwon, you get to do it!” he jumped from the bed then said, no commanded at Siwon, who just sat there, closing and opening his mouth like a fish missing out the water.
“Why me?” Siwon then protested.
“Because you are bigger and stronger than everyone else in this room,” Heechul said, matter-of-factly, making the other members to laugh at Siwon.
When Sungmin heard the bathroom door opened and shut again, Siwon was already at his back, leaning against the headboard while holding Sungmin’s hands behind the older man’s back, ensuring that Sungmin couldn’t touch anything. If Sungmin got wound up and grabbed his cock, it would void their bet.
Seconds later, Kyuhyun came back into the room, completely naked.
Sungmin felt his jaw drop in a very not-cute way. Sungmin had seen Kyuhyun’s naked form before. You couldn’t stay in such close quarter with other guys without seeing that much. But there was no way to deny that his younger was gorgeous. Lean muscle shifting under the pale white skin; broad shoulders, slim waist, strong legs… Even the scar on his abs only made him look sexier. No one could deny wanting him. And not even Sungmin.
He’d always been secretly fascinated with the other man’s body. Not that Sungmin would ever admit it, barely even to himself because it sounded so gay, but he really couldn’t help it. And to make things worse, Kyuhyun was watching him with those gorgeous dark brown eyes, lashes lowered and lips stretch out in a seductive smirk. Sungmin started to have a feeling that this wasn’t going to be easy for him.
Kyuhyun knew everyone else’s eyes were watching him, drinking him in. He licked his lips. Let them look, he thought. They even could touch later if they wanted. But right now, he was so intent on making his most favorite hyung to scream his name.
Stopping at the bottom of Sungmin’s bed, Kyuhyun dropped to his knees slowly, gracefully onto the bed. He crawled the last distance to stop and stood on his knees, giving Sungmin a perfect view of his body.
“Hi, there hyung.”
Sungmin shuddered. He’d never quite heard the pitch the dobe was using before. It was low and sultry. And it sounded like there was a growl just begging to escape. He could feel Siwon shiver behind him and started to relax, glad he wasn’t the only one affected. There was no way anyone could fight that voice.
“Y-yes, Kyu…” His own voice was hoarse all of a sudden, though he was obviously making every effort to stay impassive and unaffected. Oh how Kyuhyun would love to make Sungmin crumble.
Smirking, Kyuhyun shifted his gaze upon Sungmin’s crotch. “I thought I’ve told you to strip, hyung.” He sat at his legs in front of Sungmin, watching from under his long dark eyelashes as a pout shown on Sungmin’s feature.
“What? Why? I’m sure you can’t make me hard anyway.”
Kyuhyun smirked again. Playfully this time. “Probably. But that could be a turn on for me, no?” He said, batting his eyelashes seductively. Sungmin groaned lowly in his throat, and Kyuhyun chuckled. “That’s right, hyung. I would want to hear you groan like that once I have my hand on your beautiful cock… and tease you, just like this…” Kyuhyun’s voice was throaty and rough all of a sudden. Sungmin’s eyes were widening minutely as they fell upon a hand that was moving up and down the slowly hardening member, while the other one’s fingers teasing the slit on the top of the mushroomed head.
Kyuhyun moaned lowly, his cheeks flushing. He had been worried of the others’ attention before, but right now his world was narrowing to one sharp point, Sungmin was more than filling that space, imagining it was Sungmin’s hands touching him instead of his own.
“Fuck!” Sungmin cursed as his own erection sprung up inside his boxers.
Kyuhyun shifted his gaze to Sungmin’s groin, a lazy grin spreading across his features. Slowly, he looked up, meeting Sungmin’s heated eyes. “Mm, do you want me to touch you, Min?”
Sungmin whined, hips shifting faintly. He could feel all the blood rushing south.
“But I can’t, remember?” Kyuhyun barely held back the chuckle when Sungmin whined again. “I know, it’s not so fun when you couldn’t touch, now was it? I would if I could hyung. I’d have my hands all over that smooth skin of yours. I know you’d taste just as good as you look. And fuck, would I taste you... I’d have my tongue on your cock in a heartbeat, dear Min-ah.”
“N-Kyuhyun…” Sungmin couldn’t have held back the moan that escaped if he’d wanted to. He really wanted to feel that, needed to feel that. He was so fucking hard now.
“Mmm, yeah, Min...” Kyuhyun sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, as he slowly wrapped his fingers around the head of his already straining erection. “I’d wrap my lips around your cock. I could take you deep… all the way down my throat. Making you even harder…”
Sungmin shuddered, hips jerking up once again. He needed to be free of his confinement that was his fucking boxers. And more importantly he needed friction. He was starting to ache and all he wanted was for Kyuhyun to wrap a hand around his cock and jerk him until he exploded. Yes. Right now that sounded so heavenly. Hell he’d do it himself, if he could get his a hand free. Collecting some strength around his wrists he tugged at Siwon’s grip experimentally, but Siwon merely gripped him harder. So good, Siwonnie.
Sungmin groaned in frustration, letting his head fall back, idly registering Siwon’s ragged breath on his ear, and the sound of low and restrained groans to his left where Heechul and Donghae were supposed to be.
“Fuck, Kyuhyun, please…”
“Yes, Min, we’re surely get there, baby. I’m going to spread your legs, grinding down at you, or you want me to lick you there, Min? Lavishing your cute little pink hole with my saliva? I bet it tastes wonderful, just like your cum, babe.”
“Oh fuck,” Sungmin gasped, throwing his head against the headboard, hips bucking, precum dampening his boxers.
Sungmin looked so fucking sexy writhing in front of Kyuhyun, chest heaving and gleaming, legs spreading, watching him with his impossibly dark eyes, almost black with lust and want. He couldn’t help wondering how much better Sungmin would look if Kyuhyun was fucking him.
“Fuck, Kyuhyun! Fuck, if you don’t stop I swear I’ll…”
Sungmin’s swear ceased as he watched Kyuhyun stroked himself faster, arching, hips rocking forward, and fist flying. Sweat glistening on the strong muscles of his chest and stomach. Kyuhyun’s chest was heaving and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, as if he was trying to stifle the moans that were coming more and more frequently. Sungmin sat in stunned silence, he thought he was witnessing the most erotic fucking thing he had ever seen, until he was proven wrong a few moments later when Kyuhyun’s lust-filled eyes looked down at him, smirking for just a second, before his head fell back and he came with a loud groan.
Kyuhyun looked and sounded so good, and Sungmin could feel his muscles tightened as a wave of pleasure suddenly crashed through him just by watching the magnae cumming. He really couldn’t help but cumming as well.
“Fuck!” Sungmin cursed as his hips jerking upward, while his cock was releasing into the fabric of his boxer. That had to be the most embarrassing fucking thing to come just by watching someone else jerking off.
Kyuhyun smirked while his body was still coming down of its high. He had noticed Sungmin cumming in front him. He looked down just as Sungmin’s eyes stared up at him. They were still a shade darker than normal, clouded with fading desire.
“I don’t know I have that kind of power over you hyung. But fuck! You’re so sexy cumming even without me touching you,” Kyuhyun said smugly. Sungmin merely pouted and still looked rather embarrassed. Kyuhyun couldn’t help but chuckle at that and stole a kiss from the pouting lips before slipping an arm around Sungmin. But rather than settle his hand against his hyung, he ground the heel of his hand down against the hard ridge in Siwon’s pants.
Siwon bucked up into the touch frantically, throwing his head back. It met the headboard with a loud smack, but he didn’t seem to notice. His hips jerked as he came hard, hissing and cursing. Sungmin just chuckled, glancing at Siwon then back to see the devilish smirk still present on Kyuhyun’s lips. Stealing a kiss from those smirking lips, Sungmin pulled Kyuhyun closer to him, as he leaned against the other’s head rest against his chest. Only after he was comfortable did he dare to look to his right.
Heechul was leaning against Donghae, his head resting on the younger man’s shoulder and Donghae’s on top of his head. Both guys’ still had one hand hidden inside their own pants, while the other hands were lying limply on the floor, next to their bodies. They were still panting lightly. Sungmin chuckled at them before his eyes shifted back to Kyuhyun in his arms. If there was a true contentment, then it would be having the magnae in his arms. But the look of contentment was quickly disappeared as Kyuhyun looked down at him with yet another devilish grin.
“You owe me, hyung. I win.”
Sungmin just rolled his eyes, pulling Kyuhyun close to him once again. “Yeah, yeah fuck me later, Kyu.” He smiled.
“Certainly, but that’s not what I meant, you should suck Siwon hyung off remember?” Kyuhyun laughed softly against Sungmin’s neck.
Siwon’s face had turned red, as Donghae laughed at him. Heechul merely smirked as he watched Sungmin murmuring something into Kyuhyun’s ear. His eyes widened as the magnae grinned suggestively at whatever Sungmin said. He then stood up from the bed and pulled Sungmin with him towards the bathroom.
“Oi, save it until we’re back at the dorm would ya!”
-The End :D-
A.N. I know this is rushed. But just tell me how you think? Bad or good? Thanks for reading it anyway.
Fuwaah! It’s so good when you can have some outlets after stressing days, right? Or maybe I’m just nervous as hell for the upcoming weekdays…
Author : sylva_anggia
Pairing : KyuMin
Rating : NC-17
Genre: Smut, Oneshot
Summary : The great Cho Kyuhyun might be good at a lot of things, but Sungmin doesn’t he can get someone off without touching them.
Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the personal or professional lives of any real person or organization portrayed herein. No bodily harm intended whatsoever.
Warning: contain YAOI, bad words, bad English, rush.
After a busy day of performing for thousands of their fans in Super Show Malaysia, the guys from Super Junior were back at their hotel room to have their well deserved rest. Some of them decided to just go to sleep, while some of the others hung out in Sungmin and Kyuhyun’s shared room.
“What do you mean I couldn’t do it?” Kyuhyun gushed out in his and Heechul’s banter.
“I don’t think you could pull it off.” Heechul shrugged, casually leaning backwards on the bed and into Siwon’s arms.
The magnae lifted one fine eyebrow; chopsticks with ramen noodles around them paused in midair, halfway to his mouth. “You don’t believe me?”
Siwon was shaking his head from behind Heechul on the bed, watching the unfolding scene lazily. “That’s a bad move, Heechul hyung. You know how Kyuhyun-kun gets when you tell him he can’t do something.”
Donghae chuckled lightly over fiddling with his Blackberry, he was sitting on one of the two beds with back against the headboard. Completely agree with Siwon.
Heechul only glanced sideway at Siwon, before returning to Kyuhyun and answering the magnae’s question. “Of course I don’t believe you,” he said, scoffing lightly. “The great Cho Kyuhyun might be good at singing, dancing, even playing in a musical, hell I’m sure everyone in the world knows that you’re like the master of Starcraft,” he said, waving his hands around to emphasize his meaning. “But I don’t think even you could talk someone off,” Heechul added, pointing a finger sharply to Kyuhyun, making the youngest in Super Junior frown. “And by talk I mean no touching them. I don’t know if that’s even possible though.”
If Kyuhyun was frowning before, it quickly turned into a full glower at Heechul’s last statement. “Of course that’s possible. There’s this thing called ‘wet dream’,” he argued before slurping the ramen hanging on his chopsticks.
“Well, that. But most of the time you’re like rubbing yourself against the bed or something, no?” Donghae asked, innocently so, making the rest of the members snickered lightly.
“Not all the time, you know. What about girls? They can have wet dreams too. ” Heechul countered. “And they have nothing to rub against the bed,” he added with a shrug.
Donghae’s eyes nearly popped out of his heads. “Seriously? Girls can have wet dreams?” he asked with wide eyes.
Siwon snickered from behind Heechul. “Of course, they can,” he said with conviction, but then he had to look sheepish all of a sudden, making everyone, and most especially Heechul to sit up and eye him like he had grown another head.
“And you know this how?” Heechul inquired suspiciously, “I thought you only read bible.”
“Well, not.just.that, obviously,” Siwon shrugged, grinning and rubbing at the back of his head shyly. Heechul just couldn’t believe his ear, but before he could say anything Kyuhyun cut him off.
“Gee,” Kyuhyun said, rolling his eyes at the hyung’s antics, he then waved his hand dismissively before continuing, “This is totally out of our subject. Anyway, I am confident that I can completely talk someone off. End of discussion.” Kyuhyun decided, blowing on his ramen before stuffing them into his mouth yet again.
“Prove it.”
Kyuhyun flinched at the sudden inquiry coming from the bathroom direction. He stopped munching on his ramen and slowly looked up at Sungmin, who was leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, shirtless, and only wearing a pair of loose pants. A smug smirk spread across his beautiful features, satisfied that he could take Kyuhyun by surprise.
“What?”
Sungmin was actually amused at how his roommate was trying to hide the shock from everyone - and failed, apparently. Smirking even wide, Sungmin pushed himself off the wall and sauntered to the magnae, saying, “C’mon, Kyu. Are you expecting us to believe that you could actually pull that off? That’s totally hard to imagine, and even more so with Starcraft-filled-brain like yours.”
“What?! You - !” Kyuhyun snapped, he stood up, half slamming his cup of ramen onto the floor, glaring dagger at Sungmin.
Sungmin sat down next to Donghae, nonchalantly toweling his still dripping wet hair. Taking in the sight of the fuming magnae from the corner his eyes, he started again, “Well, let’s hear it then, Kyu, how exactly are you going to talk someone off? Are you gonna do some dirty talking, or maybe pull a striptease dance? Come to think of it, Kyu, I don’t know if you really have the balls for it.” He smirked as he caught his loveable dongsaeng’s cheeks puffing out.
However, Sungmin was taken aback when that expression gone just as fast as it had appeared. “Oh, what do you know about my balls, Hyung?” Kyuhyun said with a cheeky grin. “You know, if I don’t know you any better, I’d say that you actually wanted me to talk you off.”
“What!?” Sungmin glared.
Donghae and Siwon couldn’t help it as they were doubled over their laughter, while Heechul merely sat up straighter on the bed and smirked in amusement, this is going to get interesting, he thought.
They watched as Kyuhyun strolled over to the scowling pink lover. Sungmin scooted backward in his bed, while Kyuhyun advancing forward. His eyes alighted with evil gleam. “Let’s make a bet then, Sungmin hyung.”
Sungmin glowered, he hated it when Kyuhyun looked at him like that. Not that it reminded him of Kyuhyun’s prank at him. It was just when Kyuhyun call him like that… it stirred something inside his pants.
Straightened up, Sungmin just watched with narrowed eyes as Kyuhyun placed one knee next to his thigh on the bed. “Let’s see…” Kyuhyun paused, tapping his chin with a finger contemplatively, until a grin took over his features. “If can talk you off, hyung, you have to blow Siwon hyung while everyone watches.”
“Wha - !” Siwon’s eyes bulged, he shifted slightly on the bed as the image of Sungmin blowing him off caused ‘unwanted’ stirring inside his own pants.
Kyuhyun was playing dirty now, Sungmin thought. But it was far too late to back out, especially since he’d been the one to issue the challenge. “Fine.” He spoke through gritted teeth, before a smirk replacing the sour look on his face. “But if you can’t, you’re going to be my bitch for a whole day.”
Fuck it would be hot! Heechul whooped in his head, while outwardly he was snickering. Heechul’s eyes were sliding from Sungmin to Kyuhyun. Just the thought of Kyuhyun spread out under Sungmin, pinned and writhing under the smaller man… it was undeniably a turn on. His cock twitched in his pants.
Kyuhyun, however, did not waver. He simply smirked a little wider, leaning in to place both arms on Sungmin’s shoulders. “I suggest you take off your pants and boxers, hyung. Because when I’m done with you, you’d be having a serious problem with wet pants and boxers. And I, to be honest, don’t want you to have to borrow some boxers from Eunhyuk hyung.” He said lowly to Sungmin’s ear, smirking at the frowning pink lover under him. A second later and Kyuhyun was gone, but not after pressing a quick kiss to Sungmin’s lips.
Sungmin sat, dumbfounded. He merely watched as the magnae walked towards the bathroom door. His lips tingled slightly, and he lifted a hand to absently touch them.
~*~
Sungmin let his companions squabbling, probably over something to bet, while he stood from the bed and stripped to his grey boxers. He merely raised an elegant eyebrow as he felt his companions’ eyes shift on him.
“What?” he asked, nonchalantly. “It takes two to play the game.” He shrugged.
Siwon smirked at him, while Heechul stared at his crotch rather shamelessly. “I thought I’m going to see you naked, Sungmin ah. Anyway, that’s quite impressive dick you have there.”
“Hn,” was Sungmin’s only respond, before he sat on the bed, back leaning against the headboard.
Meanwhile with Donghae, he was grinning to himself then said, “Now, the game is about to talk someone off without touching him, right? Don’t you think we need to tie Sungmin hyung’s hands?”
“Of course!” Heechul yelled excitedly. “Siwon, you get to do it!” he jumped from the bed then said, no commanded at Siwon, who just sat there, closing and opening his mouth like a fish missing out the water.
“Why me?” Siwon then protested.
“Because you are bigger and stronger than everyone else in this room,” Heechul said, matter-of-factly, making the other members to laugh at Siwon.
When Sungmin heard the bathroom door opened and shut again, Siwon was already at his back, leaning against the headboard while holding Sungmin’s hands behind the older man’s back, ensuring that Sungmin couldn’t touch anything. If Sungmin got wound up and grabbed his cock, it would void their bet.
Seconds later, Kyuhyun came back into the room, completely naked.
Sungmin felt his jaw drop in a very not-cute way. Sungmin had seen Kyuhyun’s naked form before. You couldn’t stay in such close quarter with other guys without seeing that much. But there was no way to deny that his younger was gorgeous. Lean muscle shifting under the pale white skin; broad shoulders, slim waist, strong legs… Even the scar on his abs only made him look sexier. No one could deny wanting him. And not even Sungmin.
He’d always been secretly fascinated with the other man’s body. Not that Sungmin would ever admit it, barely even to himself because it sounded so gay, but he really couldn’t help it. And to make things worse, Kyuhyun was watching him with those gorgeous dark brown eyes, lashes lowered and lips stretch out in a seductive smirk. Sungmin started to have a feeling that this wasn’t going to be easy for him.
Kyuhyun knew everyone else’s eyes were watching him, drinking him in. He licked his lips. Let them look, he thought. They even could touch later if they wanted. But right now, he was so intent on making his most favorite hyung to scream his name.
Stopping at the bottom of Sungmin’s bed, Kyuhyun dropped to his knees slowly, gracefully onto the bed. He crawled the last distance to stop and stood on his knees, giving Sungmin a perfect view of his body.
“Hi, there hyung.”
Sungmin shuddered. He’d never quite heard the pitch the dobe was using before. It was low and sultry. And it sounded like there was a growl just begging to escape. He could feel Siwon shiver behind him and started to relax, glad he wasn’t the only one affected. There was no way anyone could fight that voice.
“Y-yes, Kyu…” His own voice was hoarse all of a sudden, though he was obviously making every effort to stay impassive and unaffected. Oh how Kyuhyun would love to make Sungmin crumble.
Smirking, Kyuhyun shifted his gaze upon Sungmin’s crotch. “I thought I’ve told you to strip, hyung.” He sat at his legs in front of Sungmin, watching from under his long dark eyelashes as a pout shown on Sungmin’s feature.
“What? Why? I’m sure you can’t make me hard anyway.”
Kyuhyun smirked again. Playfully this time. “Probably. But that could be a turn on for me, no?” He said, batting his eyelashes seductively. Sungmin groaned lowly in his throat, and Kyuhyun chuckled. “That’s right, hyung. I would want to hear you groan like that once I have my hand on your beautiful cock… and tease you, just like this…” Kyuhyun’s voice was throaty and rough all of a sudden. Sungmin’s eyes were widening minutely as they fell upon a hand that was moving up and down the slowly hardening member, while the other one’s fingers teasing the slit on the top of the mushroomed head.
Kyuhyun moaned lowly, his cheeks flushing. He had been worried of the others’ attention before, but right now his world was narrowing to one sharp point, Sungmin was more than filling that space, imagining it was Sungmin’s hands touching him instead of his own.
“Fuck!” Sungmin cursed as his own erection sprung up inside his boxers.
Kyuhyun shifted his gaze to Sungmin’s groin, a lazy grin spreading across his features. Slowly, he looked up, meeting Sungmin’s heated eyes. “Mm, do you want me to touch you, Min?”
Sungmin whined, hips shifting faintly. He could feel all the blood rushing south.
“But I can’t, remember?” Kyuhyun barely held back the chuckle when Sungmin whined again. “I know, it’s not so fun when you couldn’t touch, now was it? I would if I could hyung. I’d have my hands all over that smooth skin of yours. I know you’d taste just as good as you look. And fuck, would I taste you... I’d have my tongue on your cock in a heartbeat, dear Min-ah.”
“N-Kyuhyun…” Sungmin couldn’t have held back the moan that escaped if he’d wanted to. He really wanted to feel that, needed to feel that. He was so fucking hard now.
“Mmm, yeah, Min...” Kyuhyun sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, as he slowly wrapped his fingers around the head of his already straining erection. “I’d wrap my lips around your cock. I could take you deep… all the way down my throat. Making you even harder…”
Sungmin shuddered, hips jerking up once again. He needed to be free of his confinement that was his fucking boxers. And more importantly he needed friction. He was starting to ache and all he wanted was for Kyuhyun to wrap a hand around his cock and jerk him until he exploded. Yes. Right now that sounded so heavenly. Hell he’d do it himself, if he could get his a hand free. Collecting some strength around his wrists he tugged at Siwon’s grip experimentally, but Siwon merely gripped him harder. So good, Siwonnie.
Sungmin groaned in frustration, letting his head fall back, idly registering Siwon’s ragged breath on his ear, and the sound of low and restrained groans to his left where Heechul and Donghae were supposed to be.
“Fuck, Kyuhyun, please…”
“Yes, Min, we’re surely get there, baby. I’m going to spread your legs, grinding down at you, or you want me to lick you there, Min? Lavishing your cute little pink hole with my saliva? I bet it tastes wonderful, just like your cum, babe.”
“Oh fuck,” Sungmin gasped, throwing his head against the headboard, hips bucking, precum dampening his boxers.
Sungmin looked so fucking sexy writhing in front of Kyuhyun, chest heaving and gleaming, legs spreading, watching him with his impossibly dark eyes, almost black with lust and want. He couldn’t help wondering how much better Sungmin would look if Kyuhyun was fucking him.
“Fuck, Kyuhyun! Fuck, if you don’t stop I swear I’ll…”
Sungmin’s swear ceased as he watched Kyuhyun stroked himself faster, arching, hips rocking forward, and fist flying. Sweat glistening on the strong muscles of his chest and stomach. Kyuhyun’s chest was heaving and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, as if he was trying to stifle the moans that were coming more and more frequently. Sungmin sat in stunned silence, he thought he was witnessing the most erotic fucking thing he had ever seen, until he was proven wrong a few moments later when Kyuhyun’s lust-filled eyes looked down at him, smirking for just a second, before his head fell back and he came with a loud groan.
Kyuhyun looked and sounded so good, and Sungmin could feel his muscles tightened as a wave of pleasure suddenly crashed through him just by watching the magnae cumming. He really couldn’t help but cumming as well.
“Fuck!” Sungmin cursed as his hips jerking upward, while his cock was releasing into the fabric of his boxer. That had to be the most embarrassing fucking thing to come just by watching someone else jerking off.
Kyuhyun smirked while his body was still coming down of its high. He had noticed Sungmin cumming in front him. He looked down just as Sungmin’s eyes stared up at him. They were still a shade darker than normal, clouded with fading desire.
“I don’t know I have that kind of power over you hyung. But fuck! You’re so sexy cumming even without me touching you,” Kyuhyun said smugly. Sungmin merely pouted and still looked rather embarrassed. Kyuhyun couldn’t help but chuckle at that and stole a kiss from the pouting lips before slipping an arm around Sungmin. But rather than settle his hand against his hyung, he ground the heel of his hand down against the hard ridge in Siwon’s pants.
Siwon bucked up into the touch frantically, throwing his head back. It met the headboard with a loud smack, but he didn’t seem to notice. His hips jerked as he came hard, hissing and cursing. Sungmin just chuckled, glancing at Siwon then back to see the devilish smirk still present on Kyuhyun’s lips. Stealing a kiss from those smirking lips, Sungmin pulled Kyuhyun closer to him, as he leaned against the other’s head rest against his chest. Only after he was comfortable did he dare to look to his right.
Heechul was leaning against Donghae, his head resting on the younger man’s shoulder and Donghae’s on top of his head. Both guys’ still had one hand hidden inside their own pants, while the other hands were lying limply on the floor, next to their bodies. They were still panting lightly. Sungmin chuckled at them before his eyes shifted back to Kyuhyun in his arms. If there was a true contentment, then it would be having the magnae in his arms. But the look of contentment was quickly disappeared as Kyuhyun looked down at him with yet another devilish grin.
“You owe me, hyung. I win.”
Sungmin just rolled his eyes, pulling Kyuhyun close to him once again. “Yeah, yeah fuck me later, Kyu.” He smiled.
“Certainly, but that’s not what I meant, you should suck Siwon hyung off remember?” Kyuhyun laughed softly against Sungmin’s neck.
Siwon’s face had turned red, as Donghae laughed at him. Heechul merely smirked as he watched Sungmin murmuring something into Kyuhyun’s ear. His eyes widened as the magnae grinned suggestively at whatever Sungmin said. He then stood up from the bed and pulled Sungmin with him towards the bathroom.
“Oi, save it until we’re back at the dorm would ya!”
-The End :D-
A.N. I know this is rushed. But just tell me how you think? Bad or good? Thanks for reading it anyway.
Fuwaah! It’s so good when you can have some outlets after stressing days, right? Or maybe I’m just nervous as hell for the upcoming weekdays…