[Fic] Happy Daze
Title: Happy Daze
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Minho (SHINee)/Sooyoung (SNSD) (and all other combinations thereof)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP Smut
Warning: PWP, sex, more sex, etc.
Summary: It's almost like it's his birthday.
A/N: I would just like to preface this with a few points:
1. I didn't write this.
2. I wrote this for someone else.
3. This totally was not my idea.
4. Reading things I write like this makes me incredibly uncomfortable, so I am so, so sorry for completely ridiculous errors.
...Only two of those four are true. I leave it to you to guess which ones.
Also, I am slightly embarrassed that the first thing I write with SHINee/SNSD happens to be something like this. But shhh. We'll just...forget that part. I'll...do better next time. Posting this before I scrub it from my memory banks and limp away to die. (the title is the product of a jinx, let me tell you. I don't have a beta, I have a second brain. Who may also be at fault for this, I am just saying.)
***
***
Sooyoung was a comfortable person to be around while drinking. Probably because they’d known each other forever. They spoke each other’s language, in a way, and he could joke with her as he couldn’t a lot of other girls. They were family, though that sounded a little incestuous given the times in the past they’d made out. They didn’t really discuss it. Touching her breasts, and between her legs, and having her give him a hand job didn’t really qualify for discussion.
“Friends still, oppa?” she’d asked after, lips curving with satisfaction.
“Sure,” he’d said, kissing her again. And then jerked off to the thought of her, wet and silk around his fingers, for the next few weeks. He tried not to think of her legs wrapping around him when he watched her dancing with the others. Sometimes it went better than others, but it was a little like turning gravity upside down when he was alone.
And it wasn’t like they were alone often. Part of two busy groups, two nosy groups, meant he didn’t get to feel her come for him that often. So he relished the knowledge she’d be arriving any minute, entertaining himself with mental images of sucking her nipples, hands roaming and filling with her, and listening to her voice. It made his cock twitch in his underwear, but he knew better than to touch himself. Let her hand get him fully hard when she got there. Or her mouth.
But the person he let in the door wasn’t just Sooyoung, it was Minho, too. He flopped onto the couch, ready to sulk.
“Hyung,” Minho said to him, voice deceptively deep as he sank beside Eunhyuk, half draping over him in greeting.
“I found Minho coming up, too,” Sooyoung said, running a hand down her calf distractingly. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Mind what, exactly? He wondered, glancing between the two of them. Mind Minho visiting? No. Mind him interrupting and making him lose his buzz? A little. Maybe they could just hurry Minho along a little. They still had time.
And he was so busy trying to think of a way to get the man beside him back out the door, that he almost totally missed Sooyoung peeling up her stretchy, button-up shirt to reveal a very skimpy, lace-edged camisole.
And his brain dropped into his pants for about five whole seconds, until he heard Minho’s quick inhale.
“What are you doing?” he garbled out, standing and helping her to her feet. “Put that… We’re out in the middle of the apartment!”
Not like anyone was there but the three of them, but there was a window open…Somewhere. He wasn’t sure where. He tugged her toward his bedroom, letting her go in ahead of him and trying not to watch her hips as she walked. He heard another sharp inhale, almost in his ear, as she lifted her camisole, leaving her in nothing but a short skirt, and whatever was under it, and her bra.
His fingers itched. And he was a frozen man, as Minho skirted him, taking Sooyoung’s outstretched hand and kissing her shoulder. And then he had two people looking at him. A woman he already knew made him crazy, and a man who was clearly in the know. They were too comfortable together. So much so that he knew that they had to have done something, anything before. Sooyoung and Minho. Both lean and gorgeous in their own ways.
It was a challenge. He’d been played. It was Sooyoung, with Minho along for the ride, or nothing at all. And his breath caught in his chest as he stepped forward and shut the door.
Sooyoung welcomed him immediately, kissing him wet and slow and sweet. Her hands running through his hair, over his face, jaw, neck.
“Shirt,” she said distinctly, and it needed no context. She helped him unbutton his, and he was only vaguely aware of Minho stripping beside them. His undershirt met the floor and he tugged her close, the fabric of her bra tickling his chest. His stomach jerked as Minho’s fingers brushed it, petting her stomach and so also accidentally his. And she knew, laughing at him and undoing his belt. She slithered down until she was crouched between them, dragging Eunhyuk’s pants down with her, before standing and repeating it with Minho.
It left him standing them, mostly hard in his shorts and lusting, as Sooyoung was tilted up into Minho’s body. Taller, of course. Opening his mouth against hers and gripping her butt through her skirt to get her closer. And rocking his hips against her. It wasn’t jealousy he felt. He just wanted that.
Minho sank into the small two-seater couch he’d wedged into his room, still gripping Sooyoung’s hips.
“Oppa?”
He followed, nearly killing himself getting out the pants still around his ankles and sank down beside Minho. Two, willing slaves, he acknowledged.
“So you two have…?” he ventured.
Sooyoung smiled, letting her skirt fall. Matching panties, his brain whimpered. And legs.
Legs.
“Yeah,” Minho said, his voice sounding slightly hoarse. “But we’ve wanted…”
“We’ve wanted this with you a long time,” she finished for him. Her knees sank on either side of him, hair loose around her shoulders and mouth wet. And with deceptive ease, bras were made of so many elusive things, the fabric dropped, straps sliding down her arms. But he wasn’t watching that, too busy staring at her breasts. A little peaked in the cool of the room.
The legs, he could probably let those slide, but breasts were a given, natural necessity. And he could tell by the way her body curved, that a natural shyness had gripped her because of her nakedness. He didn’t let that stop her. He licked her nipple, feeling it stiffen even further against the texture of his tongue. Sucking, scraping his teeth over her flesh. Maybe a little finesse, a little teasing, should’ve been called for, but he didn’t know how. Kneading her other breast with his hand and wondering how he got her panties against his crotch, because that was about the only way things were getting better.
A hand covered his, and it took him a moment to realize that it wasn’t Sooyoung trying to pry his hand off of her breast, but Minho, whose shoulder was all but burning against his. He hand to hold her, steady her, when she realized she had a man worshipping each breast, panting above their heads.. Who was laughing now? It wasn’t him, when he traced the edge of her panties, the way they clung to the contour of her ass, the silk of her thigh, the heat between her legs. And he could feel it, fingers almost tangling with Minho’s as they sought the same thing. The damp, and growing damper, proof of her arousal.
She pushed him back by his chin, and Minho the same, shuddering. The skin of her breasts bright pink from their mouths and teeth. She laughed, pushing back, and staring at Eunhyuk even as she struggled to breathe.
“This is about you,” she said, standing on trembling legs.
“Huh?” he said intelligently. He lifted his hips on instinct as she dragged at his underwear, the realization he was naked, hard, next to Minho, shadowed by the fact that Sooyoung had spread his thighs and dropped a pillow on the floor to kneel.
Oh.
Hell.
Yes.
It wasn’t exactly the grinding he’d wanted, but it was better. He had the irrational thought of being glad he’d showered not long before they arrived, and then surreptitiously glancing at the tent in Minho’s underwear. Not everything was about size, but he was already somewhat shorter, so if Minho outclassed him in other ways? He was older, he assured himself. More wise and experienced in the ways of sex and women and orgasms, and blowjobs, and…
Fuck. He stopped analyzing, as the first touch of her tongue was cool, then warm, as she licked his cock from base to tip, pausing to pay special attention to the sensitive place beneath the head, and dropping, licking another wet line beside the first. Her hand stroked gently on the side her mouth was not, the other gently kneading at his balls. It was like all his dreams and fantasies combined. All the times he’d brought himself to a shuddering orgasm, thrusting into his own fist, hand between his legs and dreaming it was someone else.
“She’s good isn’t she?” Minho murmured, and he realized Minho’s chin was most of the way on his shoulder.
“Uh-huh,” he grunted, and got an amused glance from Sooyoung. He could see her blowing Minho with little problem, the moans and Minho’s hands grasping her head, her hair.
She stroked, drawing him up, licking at the head of his cock so delicately at first. Stroking him until he oozed for her, lips sucking at first gentle, barely sealing at any skin at all, and widening. Tongue swirling, wetting, until her mouth slid over him. A hint of teeth, and he hissed. Not pain, but there. Not perfect, but real. She didn’t even try to take him deep, stroking where she had wetted with her hand, and concentrating on all the most sensitive places with her tongue and lips and wet mouth. He shuddered as she let him go, the air too cool, and he whined.
“Shh,” she soothed him.
He closed his eyes, letting his cock rock, slide against her lips, feeling the room move for him. She giggled and he sighed, the hand against his thigh warm and rough. Rubbing life into him, wrung out on unsatisfied lust.
But he realized there were too many hands involved. There could not be a hand on both thighs, and stroking him, too. And as he opened his eyes, he saw Sooyoung had stood, Minho kneeling. She stroked his cock as Minho kissed along his thigh, and he forgot to breathe.
Turned on? Excited?
Brain dead?
Minho’s eyes were dark and hooded, and their eyes locked. If he wanted to protest, it should’ve been then, as Minho’s fingers, rougher, wider, slid up and displaced Sooyoung’s around him.
He could’ve bucked, and protested.
He moaned as Minho licked his lips, and buried half of Eunhyuk’s cock in his mouth. And then he did buck his hips, but not to get away, but to get deeper.
He was pretty sure his life was over, right then.
“You like that?” she asked, curling beside him, pressing her breasts against his side.
He hummed, sucking at her lips, and enjoying. Probably more than he should’ve. Probably more than anyone should’ve.
The couch tilted and he realized it was only because she had straddled him. She’d lost her panties, he realize. Or took them off. And her body obstructed his view of Minho’s lips stretching around him. But he kind of forgave that as she rocked against him and he felt her wet against his stomach, the wet of it almost sinking through him. He could smell her, and hissed with need, getting an arm around her ribs, and a hand stealing behind her, to sink two fingers into the heat of her. She tried so hard to widen her knees and couldn’t, her hips circling against his stomach as he stroked in and out of her. He grinned, finally feeling in control for a moment as she writhed for him, against him. Not even really making sounds so much as sighs, and he wanted to lay her back and just lose himself in her, until she would come all over him, neck limp and moaning his name.
He’d almost convinced himself of the merits of that idea when he felt Minho’s tongue slide against, between his fingers. Tasting her on his fingers, sliding into her.
Minho popped up to where their eyes could meet, and he wasn’t sure if he was more upset for the lack himself or to her.
“Want a condom?” Minho asked, a smile tugging at his lips.
Had he looked that sulky? Sooyoung answered for him, a resounding yes, and Minho dragged Sooyoung’s bag over to them. Prepared for anything. That was his girl. He sucked at her shoulder as Minho rolled the condom onto him. Her head lolled forward as Minho pulled her upright, holding her by her ribs, squeezing her breasts impishly, her hips. Steadying her as he got Eunhyuk’s cock at her entrance and let her take it from there. An arm around her, rolling her nipple between two fingers as the wet swallowed him up. It seemed like every single muscle inside of her gripped at him, squeezing.
Making him wheeze, even. Tightening as she rose with Minho’s help, sliding down with a cry. Two cries. His and hers.
It wasn’t sex, and it wasn’t making love, she was fucking him to the best of her ability. Minho giving her the leverage, and he was all but smoldering at Eunhyuk over her shoulder. Jealous, maybe. Or maybe using the skin of her back to rub up against. It didn’t matter.
Minho maneuvered him with grace, sitting him up, making it more awkward to thrust but no less pleasurable. He wondered why, grunting as he felt fingers between Sooyoung and him, Minho’s fingers rubbing at the base of his cock, her wetness, and from the way she cried out, her clit. Sooyoung bowed over Eunhyuk, moaning, and Minho draped even further, his breath hot against Eunhyuk’s mouth.
“Hyung,” Minho said, eyelashes long and expressing frank with need, and his mouth opened to Minho and his thrusting tongue, moaning as Sooyoung called their names. Minho tasted of her, and himself as well, mouth hard and dirty. A man’s kiss, breath hitching as Sooyoung teased his nipples.
“That’s so hot,” Sooyoung told them, and he moaned, biting Minho’s lip in retaliation for the chuckle. There was no disbelief that they were kissing, and needing more, anything, if it meant coming as Sooyoung ground against him.
But Sooyoung got there first, the sound she made almost pained. “Yes,” she seemed to sob, jerking against them for several long seconds. “Stop. Please. Stop.”
Minho’s face pulled away, dazed, and let her up, and Eunhyuk almost snatched her back before sanity caught him.
“No,” he pleaded, gripping her hip as he slipped from her. Hard and so close.
Her hand was almost protective between her legs, shaking her head. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“It’s okay,” Minho said, slipping down again, mouthing at Eunhyuk’s condom-covered erection.
“Something better,” Sooyoung promised, pulling at Eunhyuk’s hand. He went boneless onto the floor, knees hitting hard, almost chest to chest with Minho.
“Wait, us?” he clarified, staring around Minho’s shoulder.
“Would you?” Minho asked.
“I’ve never done this,” he protested, not thinking to even try to hide it.
“It’s okay,” she said, stroking the back of Minho’s head. “He has.”
With who? his mind wanted to know, but he couldn’t focus on it. Minho seemed to hesitate a moment, and turned, letting his ass rub back against Eunhyuk’s crotch. It was something. Something. He needed to come, or he was going to curl on the floor and do it himself. All he knew was that it had to be slick. There wasn’t natural wetness like a woman. And he looked miserably at the wetness he could still see on Sooyoung’s thighs. She hated him, to stop like that. That was the only explanation. Or took pleasure in the fact that his balls were so tight, they were almost all he could think of. But she had lube, of course, in her bag of tricks. Both of them, ready for anything, and dragging him along.
Minho was so tight to his fingers, he disavowed the possibility that his cock could fit. He’d gone at it like he was dealing with a woman, but no woman he’d gotten his fingers in felt like that. And then swore he was going to try, because it was so tight… He wondered if he’d even last a few thrusts before totally losing himself.
“Okay, okay. Okay?” he asked, rubbing his hand up Minho’s spine.
Minho turned his head, looking for him, lips curved. “Yes.”
He was desperate with the need to come, barely keeping from just jerking himself to a quick climax as he made sure he was both fully lubed and fully hard. His fingers were stiff, how tightly he’d been gripping Minho’s hip he didn’t know, sweat sliding down his neck as Minho’s body gave just a little bit. Barely inside, and he was gusting against the back of Minho’s shoulder, wondering how hard he’d have to pull to get into that tightness. Every move forward, every push deeper, was like a dozen strokes on his cock. It twitched beyond his control, gasping, every moment on the edge of losing control. He even had to look, see how far he had gone, unable to tell from the sensations wracking him.
When he glanced up, he moaned. It looked like Sooyoung and Minho were wrestling. She, trying to give support to Minho, and Minho’s mouth, tongue assaulting hers. He’d have wondered if he was hurting Minho, but those weren’t the actions of a man in pain.
Just one in lust.
He figured if he survived pulling back, he’d survived thrusting back in. He hoped. He’d have laughed against Minho’s skin if he’d had the breath, but he was afraid his heart was going to pound right out of him. He stared blindly at Minho’s back, finding some rhythm of short thrusts, desperate gasps. His whole body throbbing as he tried to prolong it. He was only torturing himself, to see Minho’s mouth at Sooyoung’s breast, flashing of Minho’s mouth around his cock, and Minho’s cock against, his, and…
His hand slid onto Minho’s stomach, and there was an explosion of sound into Sooyoung’s chest. Something right, he’d done something right. A whine in Minho’s soft deep voice shuddered through him as he cupped Minho’s cock in his hand. A little slick in places, over-enthusiastic application of lube on his part, but that only helped his fingers slide along the shaft. So hard, and despite his earlier size worries, perfect, rigid in need. It wasn’t like Minho hadn’t been helping before, but suddenly Minho’s hips were on fire, thrusting back onto Eunhyuk’s cock, and forward into his hand. He finally got his thumb around so he could grip, creating a sheath for Minho to thrust into. His pace quickened without even really knowing it, hand matching the slap of their hips, wet, tight, friction and heat, need, convulsing, searing pleasure.
Minho came first, and he felt the pulses of it against his hand. He hoped in some way his thrusts inside had fed that, too, but he was too far gone, forehead almost slamming Minho’s back again and again as his cock jerked and his eyes rolled. Impossible to breathe as he slid through the orgasm, finally, finally, pumping into the condom in desperate shudders.
Minho’s hand was gripping his wrist, keeping him from unconsciously moving as he breathed, slumped against Minho’s back. It was a piteous moan even to his own ears as he slid free of Minho, barely getting a hand down to support himself. His whole crotch throbbed in echoes of delight and he just wanted to breathe and enjoy it. Curling on the carpet and feeling Minho at his front, and Sooyoung just beyond. Minho was probably all cramped from the way they lay, but he couldn’t think. Watching through barely open eyes as Minho’s face went slack and he got a hand on Minho’s upper arm, feeling Sooyoung’s leg tangle with theirs and dropped into some hazy place.
His next recollection was a giggle, and he opened bleary eyes to see Sooyoung on her back, breasts jittering as she laughed. Minho was rolling a condom onto himself, and Eunhyuk nearly passed out again, wondering how it was possible to be that young and horny, and bypassing the fact that he was that young not that long ago. And still pretty horny, too. He half rolled, half scooted closer, kissing Sooyoung, tasting the skin of her neck, her shoulder. She sighed, holding him closer, and he had a firsthand view of Minho’s condom-covered cock disappearing inside her.
“Oh, yeah. Minho…”
She was still horny too, he thought, grinning, and grazing his teeth over the side of her breast. They’d help her with that. The kid’s stamina was good, face a mask of concentration as he worked with her rocking hips. He wanted to put his face there, to lick her and Minho’s cock at the same time, but he’d have only been in the way. He got his hand between them instead, gently pinching at her hooded clit, massaging it, using her own wetness to coat his fingers, rubbing, circling, as he drew her nipple into his mouth. Cooperative fucking, he thought, as she began to mewl, gasping his name and freezing as he rubbed faster. And this time, he could see both of them clearly, both their faces. The way her mouth trembled open, chest stuttering, Minho’s glassy eyes as he realized what was happening. She came with a gasp, bucking so hard that Minho had to steady himself, and she almost slapped Eunhyuk away to get his hand off her. So sensitive.
She scrambled back, Minho protesting wordlessly, cock twitching and unfulfilled. He’d been there, not that long before, and he knew that pain. He didn’t even bother with the condom, licking, sucking at the head of Minho’s cock and tasting Sooyoung.
“Eunhyuk hyung. Please.”
“Do you want to try?” Sooyoung asked, almost right beside Eunhyuk’s ear. She’d just come that hard? How could she even think?
He pulled back, dazed, and hard, he realized, as she stroked his growing erection.
“Try what?” he asked stupidly.
She kissed him, undoubtedly tasting herself from where his mouth had been against Minho.
“Minho wants to fuck you, too,” she whispered. It made the shock of it from her lips sound so much less dirty, and yet somehow, so much more.
He wasn’t too old for this, he told himself, getting to his knees as Minho’s arm caught him from the side. Minho’s wet mouth pressed against his cheek, his ear and neck, and he moaned.
“Hyung?”
“Yeah,” he breathed. Or he was going to come just thinking of it.
Sooyoung settled on the couch to watch, and he glowered at her, as much as he could when someone was sliding slick fingers into his ass. But he focused on breathing through the teeth he had clamped tight on his lower lip as Minho quickened the rhythm of his fingers. He wasn’t the only one going through this, he swore to that. And with a grab almost beyond him, he took Sooyoung’s hips and slid her to the edge, where he could reach her.
Her thighs trembled wide in shock as he nuzzled between her legs. “Oppa, I can’t-”
Trying to change his mind, but he didn’t hear it. She tasted of sweet and salt, the same as he had tasted on Minho. And his fingers were clutched tight by her, feeling the wet, the textures of her. Licking until she begged, trying to move his face how she wanted. And with tongue and mouth and fingers, he teased, sucked, rubbed. He didn’t stop even when he felt Minho’s hand circle his cock and start to jerk him. He didn’t stop when she convulsed against his face and pleaded with him to keep going.
He didn’t stop even when he felt Minho’s fingers slide out of him, and then his cock in after them. Fucking him, jerking him, grunting in his ear and licking at him, biting his ear, his neck. He’d give Minho anything, and it felt like fucking glory, coming over Minho’s fist and feeling the muffled bellow as Minho came inside him.
He sucked again at Sooyoung’s clit, fingers racing inside her, and didn’t stop until she screamed.
***
He came to consciousness with a start, kind of literally as a hot wash cloth was dropped on his face. He pulled it away so he could breathe, staring at Minho who was fully dressed and squashing Eunhyuk’s legs into the back of couch. He only vaguely remembered staking his claim on the cushions, arguing his bed was off limits because they were filthy with every other kind of bodily fluid, and he could at least take the covers off the couch cushions to wash. Minho clearly hadn’t cared, staying where he’d fallen, but Sooyoung had squeezed onto it with him. But Sooyoung was nowhere to be seen, though he could hear her laughing in the living room.
“People came home, so she was out there anyway,” Minho said. “Oh. And I locked the door so no one can get in here.”
To see him naked and…he didn’t even care to think of it. Condoms and condom wrappers had been spirited away, so the floor was clean at least. And Minho gave him the illusion of privacy as he did his best effort at washing up, fishing for clean underwear with his free hand.
He’d gotten himself covered at least, when he was enfolded from behind.
“It was fun,” Minho said simply, speaking softly into his ear. “Noona said so, too.”
“Mmhmm,” he agreed, wondering what he did with his pants. Fun didn’t really cover it, obviously. Even with the teasing, he’d done just about every sexual act possible, short of he and Minho actually sucking each other off to a finish.
The corner of his eye twitched as Minho’s hand cupped the front of his underwear, the front of his pants clearly a little stiff against Eunhyuk’s rear.
“They think we’re sleeping,” Minho whispered.
Well, he supposed if they had time…
***
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Minho (SHINee)/Sooyoung (SNSD) (and all other combinations thereof)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP Smut
Warning: PWP, sex, more sex, etc.
Summary: It's almost like it's his birthday.
A/N: I would just like to preface this with a few points:
1. I didn't write this.
2. I wrote this for someone else.
3. This totally was not my idea.
4. Reading things I write like this makes me incredibly uncomfortable, so I am so, so sorry for completely ridiculous errors.
...Only two of those four are true. I leave it to you to guess which ones.
Also, I am slightly embarrassed that the first thing I write with SHINee/SNSD happens to be something like this. But shhh. We'll just...forget that part. I'll...do better next time. Posting this before I scrub it from my memory banks and limp away to die. (the title is the product of a jinx, let me tell you. I don't have a beta, I have a second brain. Who may also be at fault for this, I am just saying.)
***
***
Sooyoung was a comfortable person to be around while drinking. Probably because they’d known each other forever. They spoke each other’s language, in a way, and he could joke with her as he couldn’t a lot of other girls. They were family, though that sounded a little incestuous given the times in the past they’d made out. They didn’t really discuss it. Touching her breasts, and between her legs, and having her give him a hand job didn’t really qualify for discussion.
“Friends still, oppa?” she’d asked after, lips curving with satisfaction.
“Sure,” he’d said, kissing her again. And then jerked off to the thought of her, wet and silk around his fingers, for the next few weeks. He tried not to think of her legs wrapping around him when he watched her dancing with the others. Sometimes it went better than others, but it was a little like turning gravity upside down when he was alone.
And it wasn’t like they were alone often. Part of two busy groups, two nosy groups, meant he didn’t get to feel her come for him that often. So he relished the knowledge she’d be arriving any minute, entertaining himself with mental images of sucking her nipples, hands roaming and filling with her, and listening to her voice. It made his cock twitch in his underwear, but he knew better than to touch himself. Let her hand get him fully hard when she got there. Or her mouth.
But the person he let in the door wasn’t just Sooyoung, it was Minho, too. He flopped onto the couch, ready to sulk.
“Hyung,” Minho said to him, voice deceptively deep as he sank beside Eunhyuk, half draping over him in greeting.
“I found Minho coming up, too,” Sooyoung said, running a hand down her calf distractingly. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Mind what, exactly? He wondered, glancing between the two of them. Mind Minho visiting? No. Mind him interrupting and making him lose his buzz? A little. Maybe they could just hurry Minho along a little. They still had time.
And he was so busy trying to think of a way to get the man beside him back out the door, that he almost totally missed Sooyoung peeling up her stretchy, button-up shirt to reveal a very skimpy, lace-edged camisole.
And his brain dropped into his pants for about five whole seconds, until he heard Minho’s quick inhale.
“What are you doing?” he garbled out, standing and helping her to her feet. “Put that… We’re out in the middle of the apartment!”
Not like anyone was there but the three of them, but there was a window open…Somewhere. He wasn’t sure where. He tugged her toward his bedroom, letting her go in ahead of him and trying not to watch her hips as she walked. He heard another sharp inhale, almost in his ear, as she lifted her camisole, leaving her in nothing but a short skirt, and whatever was under it, and her bra.
His fingers itched. And he was a frozen man, as Minho skirted him, taking Sooyoung’s outstretched hand and kissing her shoulder. And then he had two people looking at him. A woman he already knew made him crazy, and a man who was clearly in the know. They were too comfortable together. So much so that he knew that they had to have done something, anything before. Sooyoung and Minho. Both lean and gorgeous in their own ways.
It was a challenge. He’d been played. It was Sooyoung, with Minho along for the ride, or nothing at all. And his breath caught in his chest as he stepped forward and shut the door.
Sooyoung welcomed him immediately, kissing him wet and slow and sweet. Her hands running through his hair, over his face, jaw, neck.
“Shirt,” she said distinctly, and it needed no context. She helped him unbutton his, and he was only vaguely aware of Minho stripping beside them. His undershirt met the floor and he tugged her close, the fabric of her bra tickling his chest. His stomach jerked as Minho’s fingers brushed it, petting her stomach and so also accidentally his. And she knew, laughing at him and undoing his belt. She slithered down until she was crouched between them, dragging Eunhyuk’s pants down with her, before standing and repeating it with Minho.
It left him standing them, mostly hard in his shorts and lusting, as Sooyoung was tilted up into Minho’s body. Taller, of course. Opening his mouth against hers and gripping her butt through her skirt to get her closer. And rocking his hips against her. It wasn’t jealousy he felt. He just wanted that.
Minho sank into the small two-seater couch he’d wedged into his room, still gripping Sooyoung’s hips.
“Oppa?”
He followed, nearly killing himself getting out the pants still around his ankles and sank down beside Minho. Two, willing slaves, he acknowledged.
“So you two have…?” he ventured.
Sooyoung smiled, letting her skirt fall. Matching panties, his brain whimpered. And legs.
Legs.
“Yeah,” Minho said, his voice sounding slightly hoarse. “But we’ve wanted…”
“We’ve wanted this with you a long time,” she finished for him. Her knees sank on either side of him, hair loose around her shoulders and mouth wet. And with deceptive ease, bras were made of so many elusive things, the fabric dropped, straps sliding down her arms. But he wasn’t watching that, too busy staring at her breasts. A little peaked in the cool of the room.
The legs, he could probably let those slide, but breasts were a given, natural necessity. And he could tell by the way her body curved, that a natural shyness had gripped her because of her nakedness. He didn’t let that stop her. He licked her nipple, feeling it stiffen even further against the texture of his tongue. Sucking, scraping his teeth over her flesh. Maybe a little finesse, a little teasing, should’ve been called for, but he didn’t know how. Kneading her other breast with his hand and wondering how he got her panties against his crotch, because that was about the only way things were getting better.
A hand covered his, and it took him a moment to realize that it wasn’t Sooyoung trying to pry his hand off of her breast, but Minho, whose shoulder was all but burning against his. He hand to hold her, steady her, when she realized she had a man worshipping each breast, panting above their heads.. Who was laughing now? It wasn’t him, when he traced the edge of her panties, the way they clung to the contour of her ass, the silk of her thigh, the heat between her legs. And he could feel it, fingers almost tangling with Minho’s as they sought the same thing. The damp, and growing damper, proof of her arousal.
She pushed him back by his chin, and Minho the same, shuddering. The skin of her breasts bright pink from their mouths and teeth. She laughed, pushing back, and staring at Eunhyuk even as she struggled to breathe.
“This is about you,” she said, standing on trembling legs.
“Huh?” he said intelligently. He lifted his hips on instinct as she dragged at his underwear, the realization he was naked, hard, next to Minho, shadowed by the fact that Sooyoung had spread his thighs and dropped a pillow on the floor to kneel.
Oh.
Hell.
Yes.
It wasn’t exactly the grinding he’d wanted, but it was better. He had the irrational thought of being glad he’d showered not long before they arrived, and then surreptitiously glancing at the tent in Minho’s underwear. Not everything was about size, but he was already somewhat shorter, so if Minho outclassed him in other ways? He was older, he assured himself. More wise and experienced in the ways of sex and women and orgasms, and blowjobs, and…
Fuck. He stopped analyzing, as the first touch of her tongue was cool, then warm, as she licked his cock from base to tip, pausing to pay special attention to the sensitive place beneath the head, and dropping, licking another wet line beside the first. Her hand stroked gently on the side her mouth was not, the other gently kneading at his balls. It was like all his dreams and fantasies combined. All the times he’d brought himself to a shuddering orgasm, thrusting into his own fist, hand between his legs and dreaming it was someone else.
“She’s good isn’t she?” Minho murmured, and he realized Minho’s chin was most of the way on his shoulder.
“Uh-huh,” he grunted, and got an amused glance from Sooyoung. He could see her blowing Minho with little problem, the moans and Minho’s hands grasping her head, her hair.
She stroked, drawing him up, licking at the head of his cock so delicately at first. Stroking him until he oozed for her, lips sucking at first gentle, barely sealing at any skin at all, and widening. Tongue swirling, wetting, until her mouth slid over him. A hint of teeth, and he hissed. Not pain, but there. Not perfect, but real. She didn’t even try to take him deep, stroking where she had wetted with her hand, and concentrating on all the most sensitive places with her tongue and lips and wet mouth. He shuddered as she let him go, the air too cool, and he whined.
“Shh,” she soothed him.
He closed his eyes, letting his cock rock, slide against her lips, feeling the room move for him. She giggled and he sighed, the hand against his thigh warm and rough. Rubbing life into him, wrung out on unsatisfied lust.
But he realized there were too many hands involved. There could not be a hand on both thighs, and stroking him, too. And as he opened his eyes, he saw Sooyoung had stood, Minho kneeling. She stroked his cock as Minho kissed along his thigh, and he forgot to breathe.
Turned on? Excited?
Brain dead?
Minho’s eyes were dark and hooded, and their eyes locked. If he wanted to protest, it should’ve been then, as Minho’s fingers, rougher, wider, slid up and displaced Sooyoung’s around him.
He could’ve bucked, and protested.
He moaned as Minho licked his lips, and buried half of Eunhyuk’s cock in his mouth. And then he did buck his hips, but not to get away, but to get deeper.
He was pretty sure his life was over, right then.
“You like that?” she asked, curling beside him, pressing her breasts against his side.
He hummed, sucking at her lips, and enjoying. Probably more than he should’ve. Probably more than anyone should’ve.
The couch tilted and he realized it was only because she had straddled him. She’d lost her panties, he realize. Or took them off. And her body obstructed his view of Minho’s lips stretching around him. But he kind of forgave that as she rocked against him and he felt her wet against his stomach, the wet of it almost sinking through him. He could smell her, and hissed with need, getting an arm around her ribs, and a hand stealing behind her, to sink two fingers into the heat of her. She tried so hard to widen her knees and couldn’t, her hips circling against his stomach as he stroked in and out of her. He grinned, finally feeling in control for a moment as she writhed for him, against him. Not even really making sounds so much as sighs, and he wanted to lay her back and just lose himself in her, until she would come all over him, neck limp and moaning his name.
He’d almost convinced himself of the merits of that idea when he felt Minho’s tongue slide against, between his fingers. Tasting her on his fingers, sliding into her.
Minho popped up to where their eyes could meet, and he wasn’t sure if he was more upset for the lack himself or to her.
“Want a condom?” Minho asked, a smile tugging at his lips.
Had he looked that sulky? Sooyoung answered for him, a resounding yes, and Minho dragged Sooyoung’s bag over to them. Prepared for anything. That was his girl. He sucked at her shoulder as Minho rolled the condom onto him. Her head lolled forward as Minho pulled her upright, holding her by her ribs, squeezing her breasts impishly, her hips. Steadying her as he got Eunhyuk’s cock at her entrance and let her take it from there. An arm around her, rolling her nipple between two fingers as the wet swallowed him up. It seemed like every single muscle inside of her gripped at him, squeezing.
Making him wheeze, even. Tightening as she rose with Minho’s help, sliding down with a cry. Two cries. His and hers.
It wasn’t sex, and it wasn’t making love, she was fucking him to the best of her ability. Minho giving her the leverage, and he was all but smoldering at Eunhyuk over her shoulder. Jealous, maybe. Or maybe using the skin of her back to rub up against. It didn’t matter.
Minho maneuvered him with grace, sitting him up, making it more awkward to thrust but no less pleasurable. He wondered why, grunting as he felt fingers between Sooyoung and him, Minho’s fingers rubbing at the base of his cock, her wetness, and from the way she cried out, her clit. Sooyoung bowed over Eunhyuk, moaning, and Minho draped even further, his breath hot against Eunhyuk’s mouth.
“Hyung,” Minho said, eyelashes long and expressing frank with need, and his mouth opened to Minho and his thrusting tongue, moaning as Sooyoung called their names. Minho tasted of her, and himself as well, mouth hard and dirty. A man’s kiss, breath hitching as Sooyoung teased his nipples.
“That’s so hot,” Sooyoung told them, and he moaned, biting Minho’s lip in retaliation for the chuckle. There was no disbelief that they were kissing, and needing more, anything, if it meant coming as Sooyoung ground against him.
But Sooyoung got there first, the sound she made almost pained. “Yes,” she seemed to sob, jerking against them for several long seconds. “Stop. Please. Stop.”
Minho’s face pulled away, dazed, and let her up, and Eunhyuk almost snatched her back before sanity caught him.
“No,” he pleaded, gripping her hip as he slipped from her. Hard and so close.
Her hand was almost protective between her legs, shaking her head. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“It’s okay,” Minho said, slipping down again, mouthing at Eunhyuk’s condom-covered erection.
“Something better,” Sooyoung promised, pulling at Eunhyuk’s hand. He went boneless onto the floor, knees hitting hard, almost chest to chest with Minho.
“Wait, us?” he clarified, staring around Minho’s shoulder.
“Would you?” Minho asked.
“I’ve never done this,” he protested, not thinking to even try to hide it.
“It’s okay,” she said, stroking the back of Minho’s head. “He has.”
With who? his mind wanted to know, but he couldn’t focus on it. Minho seemed to hesitate a moment, and turned, letting his ass rub back against Eunhyuk’s crotch. It was something. Something. He needed to come, or he was going to curl on the floor and do it himself. All he knew was that it had to be slick. There wasn’t natural wetness like a woman. And he looked miserably at the wetness he could still see on Sooyoung’s thighs. She hated him, to stop like that. That was the only explanation. Or took pleasure in the fact that his balls were so tight, they were almost all he could think of. But she had lube, of course, in her bag of tricks. Both of them, ready for anything, and dragging him along.
Minho was so tight to his fingers, he disavowed the possibility that his cock could fit. He’d gone at it like he was dealing with a woman, but no woman he’d gotten his fingers in felt like that. And then swore he was going to try, because it was so tight… He wondered if he’d even last a few thrusts before totally losing himself.
“Okay, okay. Okay?” he asked, rubbing his hand up Minho’s spine.
Minho turned his head, looking for him, lips curved. “Yes.”
He was desperate with the need to come, barely keeping from just jerking himself to a quick climax as he made sure he was both fully lubed and fully hard. His fingers were stiff, how tightly he’d been gripping Minho’s hip he didn’t know, sweat sliding down his neck as Minho’s body gave just a little bit. Barely inside, and he was gusting against the back of Minho’s shoulder, wondering how hard he’d have to pull to get into that tightness. Every move forward, every push deeper, was like a dozen strokes on his cock. It twitched beyond his control, gasping, every moment on the edge of losing control. He even had to look, see how far he had gone, unable to tell from the sensations wracking him.
When he glanced up, he moaned. It looked like Sooyoung and Minho were wrestling. She, trying to give support to Minho, and Minho’s mouth, tongue assaulting hers. He’d have wondered if he was hurting Minho, but those weren’t the actions of a man in pain.
Just one in lust.
He figured if he survived pulling back, he’d survived thrusting back in. He hoped. He’d have laughed against Minho’s skin if he’d had the breath, but he was afraid his heart was going to pound right out of him. He stared blindly at Minho’s back, finding some rhythm of short thrusts, desperate gasps. His whole body throbbing as he tried to prolong it. He was only torturing himself, to see Minho’s mouth at Sooyoung’s breast, flashing of Minho’s mouth around his cock, and Minho’s cock against, his, and…
His hand slid onto Minho’s stomach, and there was an explosion of sound into Sooyoung’s chest. Something right, he’d done something right. A whine in Minho’s soft deep voice shuddered through him as he cupped Minho’s cock in his hand. A little slick in places, over-enthusiastic application of lube on his part, but that only helped his fingers slide along the shaft. So hard, and despite his earlier size worries, perfect, rigid in need. It wasn’t like Minho hadn’t been helping before, but suddenly Minho’s hips were on fire, thrusting back onto Eunhyuk’s cock, and forward into his hand. He finally got his thumb around so he could grip, creating a sheath for Minho to thrust into. His pace quickened without even really knowing it, hand matching the slap of their hips, wet, tight, friction and heat, need, convulsing, searing pleasure.
Minho came first, and he felt the pulses of it against his hand. He hoped in some way his thrusts inside had fed that, too, but he was too far gone, forehead almost slamming Minho’s back again and again as his cock jerked and his eyes rolled. Impossible to breathe as he slid through the orgasm, finally, finally, pumping into the condom in desperate shudders.
Minho’s hand was gripping his wrist, keeping him from unconsciously moving as he breathed, slumped against Minho’s back. It was a piteous moan even to his own ears as he slid free of Minho, barely getting a hand down to support himself. His whole crotch throbbed in echoes of delight and he just wanted to breathe and enjoy it. Curling on the carpet and feeling Minho at his front, and Sooyoung just beyond. Minho was probably all cramped from the way they lay, but he couldn’t think. Watching through barely open eyes as Minho’s face went slack and he got a hand on Minho’s upper arm, feeling Sooyoung’s leg tangle with theirs and dropped into some hazy place.
His next recollection was a giggle, and he opened bleary eyes to see Sooyoung on her back, breasts jittering as she laughed. Minho was rolling a condom onto himself, and Eunhyuk nearly passed out again, wondering how it was possible to be that young and horny, and bypassing the fact that he was that young not that long ago. And still pretty horny, too. He half rolled, half scooted closer, kissing Sooyoung, tasting the skin of her neck, her shoulder. She sighed, holding him closer, and he had a firsthand view of Minho’s condom-covered cock disappearing inside her.
“Oh, yeah. Minho…”
She was still horny too, he thought, grinning, and grazing his teeth over the side of her breast. They’d help her with that. The kid’s stamina was good, face a mask of concentration as he worked with her rocking hips. He wanted to put his face there, to lick her and Minho’s cock at the same time, but he’d have only been in the way. He got his hand between them instead, gently pinching at her hooded clit, massaging it, using her own wetness to coat his fingers, rubbing, circling, as he drew her nipple into his mouth. Cooperative fucking, he thought, as she began to mewl, gasping his name and freezing as he rubbed faster. And this time, he could see both of them clearly, both their faces. The way her mouth trembled open, chest stuttering, Minho’s glassy eyes as he realized what was happening. She came with a gasp, bucking so hard that Minho had to steady himself, and she almost slapped Eunhyuk away to get his hand off her. So sensitive.
She scrambled back, Minho protesting wordlessly, cock twitching and unfulfilled. He’d been there, not that long before, and he knew that pain. He didn’t even bother with the condom, licking, sucking at the head of Minho’s cock and tasting Sooyoung.
“Eunhyuk hyung. Please.”
“Do you want to try?” Sooyoung asked, almost right beside Eunhyuk’s ear. She’d just come that hard? How could she even think?
He pulled back, dazed, and hard, he realized, as she stroked his growing erection.
“Try what?” he asked stupidly.
She kissed him, undoubtedly tasting herself from where his mouth had been against Minho.
“Minho wants to fuck you, too,” she whispered. It made the shock of it from her lips sound so much less dirty, and yet somehow, so much more.
He wasn’t too old for this, he told himself, getting to his knees as Minho’s arm caught him from the side. Minho’s wet mouth pressed against his cheek, his ear and neck, and he moaned.
“Hyung?”
“Yeah,” he breathed. Or he was going to come just thinking of it.
Sooyoung settled on the couch to watch, and he glowered at her, as much as he could when someone was sliding slick fingers into his ass. But he focused on breathing through the teeth he had clamped tight on his lower lip as Minho quickened the rhythm of his fingers. He wasn’t the only one going through this, he swore to that. And with a grab almost beyond him, he took Sooyoung’s hips and slid her to the edge, where he could reach her.
Her thighs trembled wide in shock as he nuzzled between her legs. “Oppa, I can’t-”
Trying to change his mind, but he didn’t hear it. She tasted of sweet and salt, the same as he had tasted on Minho. And his fingers were clutched tight by her, feeling the wet, the textures of her. Licking until she begged, trying to move his face how she wanted. And with tongue and mouth and fingers, he teased, sucked, rubbed. He didn’t stop even when he felt Minho’s hand circle his cock and start to jerk him. He didn’t stop when she convulsed against his face and pleaded with him to keep going.
He didn’t stop even when he felt Minho’s fingers slide out of him, and then his cock in after them. Fucking him, jerking him, grunting in his ear and licking at him, biting his ear, his neck. He’d give Minho anything, and it felt like fucking glory, coming over Minho’s fist and feeling the muffled bellow as Minho came inside him.
He sucked again at Sooyoung’s clit, fingers racing inside her, and didn’t stop until she screamed.
***
He came to consciousness with a start, kind of literally as a hot wash cloth was dropped on his face. He pulled it away so he could breathe, staring at Minho who was fully dressed and squashing Eunhyuk’s legs into the back of couch. He only vaguely remembered staking his claim on the cushions, arguing his bed was off limits because they were filthy with every other kind of bodily fluid, and he could at least take the covers off the couch cushions to wash. Minho clearly hadn’t cared, staying where he’d fallen, but Sooyoung had squeezed onto it with him. But Sooyoung was nowhere to be seen, though he could hear her laughing in the living room.
“People came home, so she was out there anyway,” Minho said. “Oh. And I locked the door so no one can get in here.”
To see him naked and…he didn’t even care to think of it. Condoms and condom wrappers had been spirited away, so the floor was clean at least. And Minho gave him the illusion of privacy as he did his best effort at washing up, fishing for clean underwear with his free hand.
He’d gotten himself covered at least, when he was enfolded from behind.
“It was fun,” Minho said simply, speaking softly into his ear. “Noona said so, too.”
“Mmhmm,” he agreed, wondering what he did with his pants. Fun didn’t really cover it, obviously. Even with the teasing, he’d done just about every sexual act possible, short of he and Minho actually sucking each other off to a finish.
The corner of his eye twitched as Minho’s hand cupped the front of his underwear, the front of his pants clearly a little stiff against Eunhyuk’s rear.
“They think we’re sleeping,” Minho whispered.
Well, he supposed if they had time…
***