[SuJu - KyuHyukHae] A gift in season is double favour to the needy
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Donghae/Eunhyuk
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2925
Summary: At first Kyuhyun doesn't quite realize what Donghae and Hyukjae are up to. It becomes clear soon enough, though.
Warnings: Threesome, blindfolds, light bondage and double penetration. Sex. Obviously.
Notes: ...I feel dirty. My first smut fic and it's a 6 page long kinky monster. Wtf. :| I guess if I do something I go all the way. Also, cheesy title is cheesy.
Originally written for kpopfickink, Kyuhyun/Donghae/Eunhyuk: Double penetration, blindfolding, bottom!Kyu.
It had started slowly, so slowly that, if he was perfectly honest, in the beginning Kyuhyun had not even realized what was going on.
There was Donghae, draping himself over his shoulders while he was fiddling around on a hand-held game, or resting his chin on Kyuhyun’s shoulders to watch him win his newest Starcraft campaign. It was nothing unusual; for as much as the older man claimed to dislike skinship, Donghae was usually to be found all over one of the members.
And there was Hyukjae, with small, seemingly accidental brushes of their hands and that one time where he walked in on Kyuhyun while he was showering, refusing to leave because he really needed to get ready for his schedule. Which was nothing unusual either, except perhaps for the glances the older boy snuck in when he thought Kyuhyun wouldn’t notice.
Hyukjae kind of failed at subtle, he had decided then.
Still, none of it was particularly strange in a dorm full of guys and under the instruction to play up the fanservice.
It was only after a few weeks that realization dawned on him, with Hyukjae’s arms around his waist and Donghae practically nuzzling his neck. Something clearly was going on and Kyuhyun was not too sure he wanted to know what it was.
“Hyung, you are restricting my arms.” He tried the calm approach, lifting his controller to indicate that he really did not feel like losing this game. In other words, that they let go of him, please and thank you.
What he received as a reply was a chuckle and Donghae’s lips briefly connecting with his neck before the other pulled away, a far too self-satisfied smile on his face. Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “Thank you.”
It was then that Hyukjae tightened his hold on him, pressing another wet kiss to the other side of his neck, and with a startled yelp Kyuhyun dropped his controller. The words “Game Over” flashed across the screen just moments later and he let out a soft growl. “You did not just make me lose.”
Except, Hyukjae had, and from the grin on his face - mirrored on Donghae’s - it had been a carefully planned attack, too.
Kyuhyun stared.
Stared until Donghae began to look at least somewhat sheepish, running a hand through his hair, “We’ll… uh… make it up to you?”
And even then he kept staring, because he had just lost and there was absolutely nothing that could make it up to him. He hadn’t even been at the fifth level yet and if anyone else had seen this he would never ever get to live it down.
Perhaps he should destroy Hyukjae’s gaming platform in retaliation, or make a complete mess out of his room that would take ages to clean up. Or make sure no one fed Donghae any sugar for the next three months or so. Or maybe he should just do all three.
Four days later and the contents of two of Hyukjae’s drawers emptied all over the floor Kyuhyun felt a certain sense of accomplishment. He had felt Donghae’s eyes on him all day, as if the older man knew he was responsible for the lack of sugar in his diet. He was right, too, but there was no way Kyuhyun was going to own up to it. He preferred it if his revenge was not tracked back to him. That would really just ruin all the fun and suspicious glares between the members.
Moving on to the next drawer he began systematically emptying it when all of a sudden a strong hand closed around his arm, pulling him up and around with an ease that Kyuhyun would not have believed Hyukjae capable of.
“Hi hyung,” he greeted, quickly schooling his expression into one of complete innocence, as if he had not just been making a complete mess out of his orderly bandmate’s room. It wasn’t like the other had any right to get angry at him anyway.
“You’ve been really, really bad these days, Kyuhyunnie,” Donghae’s voice suddenly sounded from the door and Kyuhyun blinked when he heard the lock click into place.
Well. Perhaps he hadn’t been as subtle as he’d thought.
“Sorry?” He quipped with a smile, twisting his arm to make Hyukjae let go of him - only, he didn’t. Kyuhyun frowned, then. “You can let go now, you know.”
He hadn’t even finished speaking when Hyukjae moved, pulling him along until Kyuhyun went stumbling, tripping and ended up bouncing onto the soft surface of the other’s carefully made bed. And then there wasn’t really time to speak and further, because his bandmate followed right after him, gathering his wrists into a vice grip, Hyukjae’s lips connecting with his own with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of him.
“Don’t you know, Kyuhyunnie? Bad kids need to be punished,” Kyuhyun felt more than heard an unintelligible sound leave his throat at the words Donghae rasped into his ear - when had he gotten over here anyway? - the small noise swallowed by Hyukjae’s kiss.
This was a rather unexpected turn of events, Kyuhyun found, even as his lips were teased apart by a soft tongue, his own coaxed into playing with it. Unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome.
Now that he thought about it he perhaps should even have noticed where these two were headed earlier, with all the touches that almost went past just skinship and the looks they had been shooting him. It had been perfectly planned, and Kyuhyun had completely fallen for it. He hadn’t thought either of them could be this sneaky.
A sudden pang of pain brought him back to the present and his eyes went wide when he looked up at Hyukjae. “You bit me!”
The words came out less indignant than he had intended them, voice hoarse due to the lack of air filling his lungs. And what little air he had left quickly fled him when Hyukjae’s eyes narrowed, grin becoming feral in a way that told him something along the lines of ‘I’m going to devour you right here, right now, and you will enjoy it.’
Kyuhyun shuddered, straining against the hands holding him down and Donghae tutted, one of his hands trailing up Kyuhyun’s chest, coming to rest at the base of his throat. “You weren’t paying attention to us.”
Hyukjae nodded, shifting around and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but groan when the other’s knee nudged his legs apart, rubbing against his crotch ever so slightly. “We want you to have the full experience after all.”
“In that case, how about letting go of my hands so I can actually join in?” Kyuhyun muttered, an eyebrow climbing upwards when the other two merely shared an amused look.
“If Donghae wasn’t clear enough on this, you’re not calling the shots here, magnae” Hyukjae had leaned down while he spoke, voice dipping to a low purr on the last word and then there was a very wet, very warm tongue trailing along his ear before the older man bit down, sending another shiver up Kyuhyun’s spine.
Oh.
Another shudder followed in quick succession when Donghae finally started moving his hand, swiftly undoing the buttons of Kyuhyun’s shirt, always making sure to brush against the skin with the slightest of touches, teasing, never really going there, and finally pulling away completely when he arched off the bed with a soft hiss.
“Tease,” he muttered with a look at Donghae’s too-wide, too-innocent grin and rolled his eyes.
Kyuhyun could see where this was going, what with it being a so-called punishment and all. A good excuse for those two to get their hands on him, that’s what it was. “You know, if you wanted me you could just have asked instead of--fuck!” He interrupted himself, because there was a very real, very not-teasing hand palming his crotch at the same time as Hyukjae had leaned down to suck and nibble at his neck hard enough for Kyuhyun to be sure there would be bruises left.
The hands still firmly holding his arms down told him the one palming him must be Donghae, except he didn’t really focus on it for long when Hyukjae did some thing with his tongue that forced a gasp out of him, his brain automatically conjuring up images of how that would feel against his cock. Those two were double-teaming him, and Kyuhyun would definitely be lying if he said that he hated it.
He gave a soft groan when Donghae resumed teasing a trail down his exposed stomach until the last button went undone, the shirt already halfway down his shoulders due to the squirming he had done.
“You like that?” Hyukjae’s voice was still down to a soft purr and Kyuhyun barely registered his arms being shifted around, wrists gathered in only one of the older man’s hands - didn’t really care either when he continued to speak. “His hands all over you, without you being able to do a single thing about it,” the words were punctuated by another nip to his neck before Hyukjae began trailing up again, feathery kisses fluttering against his throat.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it? To be completely at our mercy,” Kyuhyun groaned when Donghae’s hand gave one last squeeze to his crotch before pulling away and he twisted his head around to at least capture Hyukjae’s lips in a kiss, mourning the loss of friction.
From the corner of his eyes he could see Donghae rummaging around in Hyukjae’s nightstand, back turned to them and preventing Kyuhyun from seeing - but then, it was fairly obvious what they would need in this situation.
He was taken by surprise, however, when instead of condoms and lube Donghae returned with a piece of cloth in his hands that looked suspiciously like-“You are not tying me up.” Kyuhyun said, swiftly breaking the kiss upon his discovery. And then he was startled again as Donghae dropped to his knees, voice silky smooth in his ear, “Who said anything about this going around your wrists?”
His vision went dark within moments and before he could do anything about it the cloth was tied securely over his eyes, stealing his only way of knowing what those two were about to do with him.
It felt strangely exciting.
Still, just letting those two blindfold him absolutely wouldn’t do and Kyuhyun bucked up against Hyukjae’s hand with a low growl, “Take that off, right now.”
It wasn’t like they would listen anyway.
But they did, just not literally. Because it certainly wasn’t the blindfold that was sliding down his legs, exposing his hardened member to the cool air. Kyuhyun shivered, legs twitching when one of them ran a hand back up his thigh, stopping before touching where he really wanted them to. But that was probably part of the game.
“Actually,” Donghae’s voice came from somewhere to his right, sounding far too cheerful, “I kind of like the bound look on you.”
Kyuhyun frowned when Hyukjae’s hold on him loosened at those words, already seeing his chance, but again Donghae was too quick for him, another silky strip of cloth quickly secured around his wrists, making him spit out a string of curses.
He liked being in control, liked touching, and they had successfully ensnared him, distracted him enough to easily prevent any of that.
But he couldn’t find it in himself to complain when a slightly calloused hand found its way back to his cock, teasing him to full hardness with languid strokes until Kyuhyun was left panting, disoriented, the sporadic nips to his chest barely registering in his mind.
It was only when the touches stopped that Kyuhyun began to wonder where the other hands were and he bit his lip, fingers clenching around the fabric that fastened his wrists together. Why had they stopped touching him anyway? That was absolutely unacceptable and he was sure it showed on his face when he heard a low chuckle somewhere around his lower chest region. It sounded like Hyukjae.
“Looks like the baby is getting impatient,” came the soft hum and then teeth were sinking into his hip, making Kyuhyun hiss in pain.
“I don’t know what gave you that idea,” was what he attempted to say, but instead a low moan left his lips as Hyukjae apparently decided he’d had enough of playing around, soft lips suddenly wrapped around the head of his erection and Kyuhyun strained against the hands that immediately went to hold his hips down, legs kicking out against the sheets. That was the thing with not being able to see, those two could be up to virtually anything and Kyuhyun would be none the wiser until they decided to do it. The idea alone made heat pool in his stomach.
He’d heard about it being like this, but imagination and experiencing the actual thing were worlds apart.
With Hyukjae’s head bobbing up and down on his cock Kyuhyun had nearly forgotten about the third person in the room until slicked fingers started probing against his entrance all of a sudden, a slow whine rising from his throat when first one, then two digits wormed their way in, scissoring, teasing him open, yet never even once brushing against that spot inside of him that would make him see stars.
Kyuhyun choked back a curse when Hyukjae pulled off him right as a third finger was added, making him claw at the pillow underneath his hands.
“Kyuhyun-ah…” The voice was low, roughened with lust, but definitely Donghae’s, “Which one of us do you want first?”
He let out a moan at the implications of that, mind hazy with pleasure as he tried to form a suitable response. Fingers carelessly flicked against his nipple and he keened, arching off the sheets, impaling himself further on the probing fingers. “Why,” he swallowed, licking his lips to buy himself some time, “why don’t you play Rock, Paper, Scissors on it?”
A throaty laugh came in response to that, followed by some shuffling and - what the hell, they were actually doing that? - Donghae hissed out a soft “Fuck, yes!”, fingers slipping free one by one, leaving Kyuhyun empty, twitching for more.
“Oh my god, would you hurry the fuck up,” he all but moaned and then finally there was that sweet, blunt pressure, followed by a not too familiar burn as Donghae pushed inside ever so slowly, hands back on his hips to keep him from rocking back against the other man, forcing him to go faster. Kyuhyun felt his breath hitch at the sweet torture, but finally the ties around his wrists were coming lose and his hands blindly found their way to the other man’s back, fingers digging into the skin until Donghae was fully seated, leaving Kyuhyun trembling underneath him.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Hyukjae breathed, his hand - Kyuhyun supposed it was his anyway - back to trailing patterns across his chest when Donghae began to rock against him, slowly, ever so slowly, drawing small cries and pleas out of Kyuhyun. Sounds he would deny ever making if his brain wasn’t fogged with pleasure.
And then Donghae was shifting, pulling him up to sit on his lap, his member slipping out during the movement only for him to thrust right back in, making Kyuhyun arch against his chest with a hoarse cry.
He didn’t much dwell on it when he felt another hand trail along his ass with slick fingers, too far gone to care, really, until more pressure was added against his already stretched opening, breath stuck in Kyuhyun’s chest when he finally realized what those two had been planning. “That’s not… going to work,” he rasped out, arms winding tight around Donghae’s neck when the fingers continued to push, slowly easing in next to the other man’s cock, his gasps for air swallowed when Donghae captured his lips in a slow kiss.
“Relax,” Hyukjae’s voice sounded in his ear, but that was easy for the other man to say. He wasn’t the one being stretched beyond what he thought possible.
Kyuhyun felt a second finger probing against him, and as if on cue a hand found its way to his neglected and slowly withering erection, stroking and coaxing it back to life. It provided a welcome distraction from the slow burn returning, Hyukjae unrelenting as he pushed his way inside.
He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, really, surrounded and filled by the both of them at the same time, helplessly clutching at Donghae’s shoulders when he rocked upwards, the head of his cock pressing against his prostate mercifully, ruthless as they nearly split him in half, the hand stroking his member never stilling its movement.
It was more than he could take, and for a moment Kyuhyun felt like he would black out when his orgasm took him, head falling back against Hyukjae’s shoulder and lips parted in a soundless scream, spilling all over Donghae and himself.
Neither of the other two ceased their movement and it was mere moments later that he could feel splattered come coating his insides, Donghae growing limp inside him while the older of the two kept thrusting even when Kyuhyun had gone completely boneless in their arms, simply taking what he gave-
--and when he finally came to again the blindfold was gone, his body warm and pliant between the other two men, yet aching all over.
Kyuhyun groaned, shifting around, and was met with a widely smiling Donghae. He groaned again.
“Next time I top.”
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2925
Summary: At first Kyuhyun doesn't quite realize what Donghae and Hyukjae are up to. It becomes clear soon enough, though.
Warnings: Threesome, blindfolds, light bondage and double penetration. Sex. Obviously.
Notes: ...I feel dirty. My first smut fic and it's a 6 page long kinky monster. Wtf. :| I guess if I do something I go all the way. Also, cheesy title is cheesy.
Originally written for kpopfickink, Kyuhyun/Donghae/Eunhyuk: Double penetration, blindfolding, bottom!Kyu.
It had started slowly, so slowly that, if he was perfectly honest, in the beginning Kyuhyun had not even realized what was going on.
There was Donghae, draping himself over his shoulders while he was fiddling around on a hand-held game, or resting his chin on Kyuhyun’s shoulders to watch him win his newest Starcraft campaign. It was nothing unusual; for as much as the older man claimed to dislike skinship, Donghae was usually to be found all over one of the members.
And there was Hyukjae, with small, seemingly accidental brushes of their hands and that one time where he walked in on Kyuhyun while he was showering, refusing to leave because he really needed to get ready for his schedule. Which was nothing unusual either, except perhaps for the glances the older boy snuck in when he thought Kyuhyun wouldn’t notice.
Hyukjae kind of failed at subtle, he had decided then.
Still, none of it was particularly strange in a dorm full of guys and under the instruction to play up the fanservice.
It was only after a few weeks that realization dawned on him, with Hyukjae’s arms around his waist and Donghae practically nuzzling his neck. Something clearly was going on and Kyuhyun was not too sure he wanted to know what it was.
“Hyung, you are restricting my arms.” He tried the calm approach, lifting his controller to indicate that he really did not feel like losing this game. In other words, that they let go of him, please and thank you.
What he received as a reply was a chuckle and Donghae’s lips briefly connecting with his neck before the other pulled away, a far too self-satisfied smile on his face. Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “Thank you.”
It was then that Hyukjae tightened his hold on him, pressing another wet kiss to the other side of his neck, and with a startled yelp Kyuhyun dropped his controller. The words “Game Over” flashed across the screen just moments later and he let out a soft growl. “You did not just make me lose.”
Except, Hyukjae had, and from the grin on his face - mirrored on Donghae’s - it had been a carefully planned attack, too.
Kyuhyun stared.
Stared until Donghae began to look at least somewhat sheepish, running a hand through his hair, “We’ll… uh… make it up to you?”
And even then he kept staring, because he had just lost and there was absolutely nothing that could make it up to him. He hadn’t even been at the fifth level yet and if anyone else had seen this he would never ever get to live it down.
Perhaps he should destroy Hyukjae’s gaming platform in retaliation, or make a complete mess out of his room that would take ages to clean up. Or make sure no one fed Donghae any sugar for the next three months or so. Or maybe he should just do all three.
Four days later and the contents of two of Hyukjae’s drawers emptied all over the floor Kyuhyun felt a certain sense of accomplishment. He had felt Donghae’s eyes on him all day, as if the older man knew he was responsible for the lack of sugar in his diet. He was right, too, but there was no way Kyuhyun was going to own up to it. He preferred it if his revenge was not tracked back to him. That would really just ruin all the fun and suspicious glares between the members.
Moving on to the next drawer he began systematically emptying it when all of a sudden a strong hand closed around his arm, pulling him up and around with an ease that Kyuhyun would not have believed Hyukjae capable of.
“Hi hyung,” he greeted, quickly schooling his expression into one of complete innocence, as if he had not just been making a complete mess out of his orderly bandmate’s room. It wasn’t like the other had any right to get angry at him anyway.
“You’ve been really, really bad these days, Kyuhyunnie,” Donghae’s voice suddenly sounded from the door and Kyuhyun blinked when he heard the lock click into place.
Well. Perhaps he hadn’t been as subtle as he’d thought.
“Sorry?” He quipped with a smile, twisting his arm to make Hyukjae let go of him - only, he didn’t. Kyuhyun frowned, then. “You can let go now, you know.”
He hadn’t even finished speaking when Hyukjae moved, pulling him along until Kyuhyun went stumbling, tripping and ended up bouncing onto the soft surface of the other’s carefully made bed. And then there wasn’t really time to speak and further, because his bandmate followed right after him, gathering his wrists into a vice grip, Hyukjae’s lips connecting with his own with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of him.
“Don’t you know, Kyuhyunnie? Bad kids need to be punished,” Kyuhyun felt more than heard an unintelligible sound leave his throat at the words Donghae rasped into his ear - when had he gotten over here anyway? - the small noise swallowed by Hyukjae’s kiss.
This was a rather unexpected turn of events, Kyuhyun found, even as his lips were teased apart by a soft tongue, his own coaxed into playing with it. Unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome.
Now that he thought about it he perhaps should even have noticed where these two were headed earlier, with all the touches that almost went past just skinship and the looks they had been shooting him. It had been perfectly planned, and Kyuhyun had completely fallen for it. He hadn’t thought either of them could be this sneaky.
A sudden pang of pain brought him back to the present and his eyes went wide when he looked up at Hyukjae. “You bit me!”
The words came out less indignant than he had intended them, voice hoarse due to the lack of air filling his lungs. And what little air he had left quickly fled him when Hyukjae’s eyes narrowed, grin becoming feral in a way that told him something along the lines of ‘I’m going to devour you right here, right now, and you will enjoy it.’
Kyuhyun shuddered, straining against the hands holding him down and Donghae tutted, one of his hands trailing up Kyuhyun’s chest, coming to rest at the base of his throat. “You weren’t paying attention to us.”
Hyukjae nodded, shifting around and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but groan when the other’s knee nudged his legs apart, rubbing against his crotch ever so slightly. “We want you to have the full experience after all.”
“In that case, how about letting go of my hands so I can actually join in?” Kyuhyun muttered, an eyebrow climbing upwards when the other two merely shared an amused look.
“If Donghae wasn’t clear enough on this, you’re not calling the shots here, magnae” Hyukjae had leaned down while he spoke, voice dipping to a low purr on the last word and then there was a very wet, very warm tongue trailing along his ear before the older man bit down, sending another shiver up Kyuhyun’s spine.
Oh.
Another shudder followed in quick succession when Donghae finally started moving his hand, swiftly undoing the buttons of Kyuhyun’s shirt, always making sure to brush against the skin with the slightest of touches, teasing, never really going there, and finally pulling away completely when he arched off the bed with a soft hiss.
“Tease,” he muttered with a look at Donghae’s too-wide, too-innocent grin and rolled his eyes.
Kyuhyun could see where this was going, what with it being a so-called punishment and all. A good excuse for those two to get their hands on him, that’s what it was. “You know, if you wanted me you could just have asked instead of--fuck!” He interrupted himself, because there was a very real, very not-teasing hand palming his crotch at the same time as Hyukjae had leaned down to suck and nibble at his neck hard enough for Kyuhyun to be sure there would be bruises left.
The hands still firmly holding his arms down told him the one palming him must be Donghae, except he didn’t really focus on it for long when Hyukjae did some thing with his tongue that forced a gasp out of him, his brain automatically conjuring up images of how that would feel against his cock. Those two were double-teaming him, and Kyuhyun would definitely be lying if he said that he hated it.
He gave a soft groan when Donghae resumed teasing a trail down his exposed stomach until the last button went undone, the shirt already halfway down his shoulders due to the squirming he had done.
“You like that?” Hyukjae’s voice was still down to a soft purr and Kyuhyun barely registered his arms being shifted around, wrists gathered in only one of the older man’s hands - didn’t really care either when he continued to speak. “His hands all over you, without you being able to do a single thing about it,” the words were punctuated by another nip to his neck before Hyukjae began trailing up again, feathery kisses fluttering against his throat.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it? To be completely at our mercy,” Kyuhyun groaned when Donghae’s hand gave one last squeeze to his crotch before pulling away and he twisted his head around to at least capture Hyukjae’s lips in a kiss, mourning the loss of friction.
From the corner of his eyes he could see Donghae rummaging around in Hyukjae’s nightstand, back turned to them and preventing Kyuhyun from seeing - but then, it was fairly obvious what they would need in this situation.
He was taken by surprise, however, when instead of condoms and lube Donghae returned with a piece of cloth in his hands that looked suspiciously like-“You are not tying me up.” Kyuhyun said, swiftly breaking the kiss upon his discovery. And then he was startled again as Donghae dropped to his knees, voice silky smooth in his ear, “Who said anything about this going around your wrists?”
His vision went dark within moments and before he could do anything about it the cloth was tied securely over his eyes, stealing his only way of knowing what those two were about to do with him.
It felt strangely exciting.
Still, just letting those two blindfold him absolutely wouldn’t do and Kyuhyun bucked up against Hyukjae’s hand with a low growl, “Take that off, right now.”
It wasn’t like they would listen anyway.
But they did, just not literally. Because it certainly wasn’t the blindfold that was sliding down his legs, exposing his hardened member to the cool air. Kyuhyun shivered, legs twitching when one of them ran a hand back up his thigh, stopping before touching where he really wanted them to. But that was probably part of the game.
“Actually,” Donghae’s voice came from somewhere to his right, sounding far too cheerful, “I kind of like the bound look on you.”
Kyuhyun frowned when Hyukjae’s hold on him loosened at those words, already seeing his chance, but again Donghae was too quick for him, another silky strip of cloth quickly secured around his wrists, making him spit out a string of curses.
He liked being in control, liked touching, and they had successfully ensnared him, distracted him enough to easily prevent any of that.
But he couldn’t find it in himself to complain when a slightly calloused hand found its way back to his cock, teasing him to full hardness with languid strokes until Kyuhyun was left panting, disoriented, the sporadic nips to his chest barely registering in his mind.
It was only when the touches stopped that Kyuhyun began to wonder where the other hands were and he bit his lip, fingers clenching around the fabric that fastened his wrists together. Why had they stopped touching him anyway? That was absolutely unacceptable and he was sure it showed on his face when he heard a low chuckle somewhere around his lower chest region. It sounded like Hyukjae.
“Looks like the baby is getting impatient,” came the soft hum and then teeth were sinking into his hip, making Kyuhyun hiss in pain.
“I don’t know what gave you that idea,” was what he attempted to say, but instead a low moan left his lips as Hyukjae apparently decided he’d had enough of playing around, soft lips suddenly wrapped around the head of his erection and Kyuhyun strained against the hands that immediately went to hold his hips down, legs kicking out against the sheets. That was the thing with not being able to see, those two could be up to virtually anything and Kyuhyun would be none the wiser until they decided to do it. The idea alone made heat pool in his stomach.
He’d heard about it being like this, but imagination and experiencing the actual thing were worlds apart.
With Hyukjae’s head bobbing up and down on his cock Kyuhyun had nearly forgotten about the third person in the room until slicked fingers started probing against his entrance all of a sudden, a slow whine rising from his throat when first one, then two digits wormed their way in, scissoring, teasing him open, yet never even once brushing against that spot inside of him that would make him see stars.
Kyuhyun choked back a curse when Hyukjae pulled off him right as a third finger was added, making him claw at the pillow underneath his hands.
“Kyuhyun-ah…” The voice was low, roughened with lust, but definitely Donghae’s, “Which one of us do you want first?”
He let out a moan at the implications of that, mind hazy with pleasure as he tried to form a suitable response. Fingers carelessly flicked against his nipple and he keened, arching off the sheets, impaling himself further on the probing fingers. “Why,” he swallowed, licking his lips to buy himself some time, “why don’t you play Rock, Paper, Scissors on it?”
A throaty laugh came in response to that, followed by some shuffling and - what the hell, they were actually doing that? - Donghae hissed out a soft “Fuck, yes!”, fingers slipping free one by one, leaving Kyuhyun empty, twitching for more.
“Oh my god, would you hurry the fuck up,” he all but moaned and then finally there was that sweet, blunt pressure, followed by a not too familiar burn as Donghae pushed inside ever so slowly, hands back on his hips to keep him from rocking back against the other man, forcing him to go faster. Kyuhyun felt his breath hitch at the sweet torture, but finally the ties around his wrists were coming lose and his hands blindly found their way to the other man’s back, fingers digging into the skin until Donghae was fully seated, leaving Kyuhyun trembling underneath him.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Hyukjae breathed, his hand - Kyuhyun supposed it was his anyway - back to trailing patterns across his chest when Donghae began to rock against him, slowly, ever so slowly, drawing small cries and pleas out of Kyuhyun. Sounds he would deny ever making if his brain wasn’t fogged with pleasure.
And then Donghae was shifting, pulling him up to sit on his lap, his member slipping out during the movement only for him to thrust right back in, making Kyuhyun arch against his chest with a hoarse cry.
He didn’t much dwell on it when he felt another hand trail along his ass with slick fingers, too far gone to care, really, until more pressure was added against his already stretched opening, breath stuck in Kyuhyun’s chest when he finally realized what those two had been planning. “That’s not… going to work,” he rasped out, arms winding tight around Donghae’s neck when the fingers continued to push, slowly easing in next to the other man’s cock, his gasps for air swallowed when Donghae captured his lips in a slow kiss.
“Relax,” Hyukjae’s voice sounded in his ear, but that was easy for the other man to say. He wasn’t the one being stretched beyond what he thought possible.
Kyuhyun felt a second finger probing against him, and as if on cue a hand found its way to his neglected and slowly withering erection, stroking and coaxing it back to life. It provided a welcome distraction from the slow burn returning, Hyukjae unrelenting as he pushed his way inside.
He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, really, surrounded and filled by the both of them at the same time, helplessly clutching at Donghae’s shoulders when he rocked upwards, the head of his cock pressing against his prostate mercifully, ruthless as they nearly split him in half, the hand stroking his member never stilling its movement.
It was more than he could take, and for a moment Kyuhyun felt like he would black out when his orgasm took him, head falling back against Hyukjae’s shoulder and lips parted in a soundless scream, spilling all over Donghae and himself.
Neither of the other two ceased their movement and it was mere moments later that he could feel splattered come coating his insides, Donghae growing limp inside him while the older of the two kept thrusting even when Kyuhyun had gone completely boneless in their arms, simply taking what he gave-
--and when he finally came to again the blindfold was gone, his body warm and pliant between the other two men, yet aching all over.
Kyuhyun groaned, shifting around, and was met with a widely smiling Donghae. He groaned again.
“Next time I top.”