Thermodynamics
You guys, I just keep outdoing myself. Every fic I post has more gratuitous sex, shoddier writing and less actual story than the last! A+ for me! :D I take solace in the fact that if you're here, you're a perv and that's how you like it, anyway.
In any event, this is the Sihanry that I've been working on all week. It was difficult to finish, because in my head it was really hot but when I sat down to write it...less so. In the end, it didn't quite reach the level I had hoped it would, but I think it turned out alright. (I think it helps that it's pretty difficult for Sihanry to be anything but hot, context be damned.) Enjoy your pr0nz...
Thermodynamics
pairing: Henry/Siwon/Han Geng
The summer in Hunan is sweltering and the air conditioning in their hotel is broken. Henry lies face up on his bed in nothing but a pair of boxers, legs and arms splayed out to avoid as much as possible the sticky heat of skin on skin, and sweats. He has tried opening the window as wide as it can go and shutting it tight and drawing the blinds-it makes no difference. The fan does nothing but drown him in hot, humid air, and he gave up on showers after his third dousing of lukewarm water left him sweating again before he could even towel off. So far, lying completely still has proven the best of his unpleasant options, but he is Canadian, and he doesn't know how to wrap he mind around, much less deal with, weather like this. He is acutely aware of the sweat beading on his forehead, collecting at the small of his back, can feel is sliding slowly down his face, drenching his body-
He gets up suddenly with a frustrated growl, finds himself slipping on a worn white undershirt, mesh basketball shorts and flip flops and stalking out of his room. He has to find something to distract him, to take his mind off the unbearable heat, or he'll go crazy. His first thought is to find Zhou Mi or Hang Geng; they're real Chinese, they're used to this, they must have some sort of trick for coping. A knock on the door of Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun's room yields no results. In Donghae and Ryeowook's room he finds Donghae lying on the bed in much the same condition as he had been in a few moments earlier.
"Zhou Mi took the kids out to get some ice cream," Donghae says, not moving enough even to look at Henry. "I thought he said he was going to try to find you."
"Maybe I was in the shower when he come by," Henry says, and thinks fuck. Ice cream is just what he needs right now. He can feel the saliva pooling in the back of his mouth just thinking about it. "Why didn't you go?"
"Henry, it's too hot for ice cream. It's too hot for...it's just too hot." Donghae is covered in sweat, and his face looks tortured. I guess it's not just because I'm Canadian, Henry thinks. "I'm just trying to sleep so I don't have to deal with it, ok?"
Donghae is one of the nicest people Henry has ever met, but he sounds ready to kill at the slightest provocation, and Henry can't say that he blames him. He also can't say that he wants to stick around to be the first victim. "Yeah, sure, hyung. Sleep well," he says, backing out, and closes the door to Donghae's grunt of acknowledgment.
Next, he tries Siwon and Han Geng's room. He knocks twice and waits. Inside, he hears the clink of glass, then the soft padding of footsteps approaching the door. It opens to reveal Siwon leaning against the doorframe, wearing nothing but a pair of loose gray sweatpants, drawstrings undone, riding dangerously low on his hips. "Oh, Henry-yah," he says, and smiles. It is not his usual, friendly smile-it's something darker, predatory, and Henry has to fight his instincts to keep from running away at the very sight.
"Oh, hi, hyung," he says, returning the smile with a faltering one of his own. "Are you and Geng-ge busy? I'm just trying to find something to keep my mind off the heat, but I don't want to interrupt-"
"Come in," Siwon says, taking hold of his arm and pulling him into the room. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness inside, but then he sees Geng, illuminated in the streaks of light coming through the gaps in the drawn wooden shades. He is sitting in a chair by the window, clad in only a pair of worn, holey jeans, and drinking straight from a liter bottle of Tsingtao beer. Henry feels his throat go dry as he watches Geng's Adam's apple move up and down with each swallow. Siwon sits down in a chair opposite Geng, and then Geng sets the bottle down on the table between them, turns to Henry, nods and smiles. "Hey, kid."
Henry blushes. Han Geng has taken to calling him that as a kind of affectionate nickname, usually following it up with a playful ruffle of his hair, and as much as Henry complains that he's not a kid, not at all, he likes it. To tell the truth, Geng often makes him feel like a kid-nervous and awkward and uncontrollably horny-so even if he hated it he couldn't in good conscience claim it was anything but appropriate.
"Hi, gege," he says shyly back. Han Geng's smile deepens in the same dangerous, predatory way Siwon's had at the door, and he picks up the bottle again from the table and this time holds it out to Henry. Henry hesitates, feeling suddenly but certainly that this is the point of no return, although from what, he has no idea. Then Geng raises his eyebrows in question and Henry can't deny him; he walks across the room to the table and takes the bottle from his hand. It's still cold, and he is sorely tempted to roll it across his forehead, but instead he tilts it back and takes a swig. The cold liquid tastes delicious as it rushes from his mouth down his throat and cools him from the inside out. When he brings the bottle away from his lips he lets out a sigh of satisfaction and both Siwon and Geng laugh. He laughs too.
They sit around the table in silence, passing the bottle around until it's empty. There's not enough beer to get him drunk, but by the time Geng pokes his tongue into the bottle's neck to lick out the last few remaining drops he feels pleasantly buzzed. The heat is still there, oppressive, but he finds he doesn't care as much, finds that he is instead preoccupied by the gleam of sweat on Siwon's abs and hipbones and the tantalizing glimpses of thigh he can see through the holes in Han Geng's jeans. He remembers the first time he asked the others what Siwon and Han Geng were doing in all the time they spent alone together, remembers Ryeowook's uncomfortable laugh and Donghae's skittish eyes and Kyuhyun saying in perfect English and with decided relish, fucking, and now he can't help but think about it, not when there's so much bare skin on either side of him, can't help but imagine...
He doesn't realize he's staring until his head jerks up at the sound of Siwon clearing his throat. The Korean is staring right at him, smiling that smile again. He feels his face flush and looks down at his hands, flustered. Siwon says something to Geng in Korean that Henry doesn't catch, and Geng responds, then says, "Henry-yah."
He looks up guiltily, and he is sure his eyes are wide as saucers. "Henry-yah," Geng repeats, then asks him a question in Chinese that he doesn't understand. His confusion must be written on his face, because Siwon translates the question into English.
"Have you ever blowjob before?"
Henry first thinks, how does he know that word in English?, and then, does he mean given or received?, and then he simply nods, because the answer is the same for both and he is too shocked to lie.
Siwon smiles, and Henry realized with a start that he is rubbing his cock through his sweatpants. "Show me," Siwon says, and Henry can't move, can't do anything but watch Siwon's hand slide up and down over the fabric. Then Siwon pulls his sweatpants down off of his erection and begins stroking it lazily, each slow pull making it taller and harder. "Show hyung, Henry."
He doesn't know whether it's the alcohol, or the heat, or simply the fact that it's been so long-since Canada, since that Québécois college student who used to take him to the Toronto symphony and then cum down his throat when he sucked him off in the car afterward-but Henry finds himself down on his knees between Siwon's legs, his own hand wrapping around Siwon's cock. It's long and slender and exquisite, and before he knows it he's taking it into his mouth. It feels hot and heavy on his tongue, tastes of skin and salt and alkaline, and he can't help but moan around the head.
Siwon's thigh twitches and he swears in Korean. "Look at me, Henry." Henry raises his eyes to meet Siwon's, tongues at the cock head as he stares into deep pools of black. "Yeah," Siwon whispers, eyes narrowing, then in English, "now suck it."
Henry feels his eyes go wide; Siwon must watch American porn, there is no other possible explanation. The thought makes his cock twitch, and he brings one hand down to stroke it through his shorts as he slowly takes more of Siwon's length into his mouth. It slides down his throat as effortlessly as the beer they had been sharing, and Henry feels himself blush in a mix of pleasure and embarrassment-he's always been good at this. He struggles to keep his eyes locked on Siwon's as he reaches the base, and Siwon helps by brushing his bangs back with gentle fingers.
"Fuck, Henry," he swears, and Henry begins to bob slowly up and down, sucks softly. "Yeah," Siwon whispers, "nice and slow." He runs his tongue around the head and Siwon licks his lips. "Just like that, baby." The baby is in English, and Henry finds himself moaning around the cock again. Siwon slips one hand into his hair, runs the fingers of the other over his jawline, and Henry pulls his own cock out of his shorts and begins stroking it in earnest. It's too early, but he doesn't care, it's all so fucking hot, and he's so close-
Then suddenly the cock is gone from his mouth with a wet pop, and he looks up at Siwon in surprise. The older man smiles and runs a thumb over his swollen lips. "I think you should show Geng-ge, too."
Han Geng-ge. He had forgotten. How had he forgotten? He turns around to find Han Geng staring at him, grabbing roughly at his cock through his jeans. It springs out fully hard when Geng undoes the buttons to his fly and Henry swallows, suddenly self-conscious again, frozen to the spot. He has fantasized about Han Geng since they first met, thought about him when he touched himself, but he never thought something like this would actually happen. When Henry doesn't move after a few seconds, Geng grabs his cock in one hand and points it towards him, eyebrows raised, and Henry somehow manages to contain a hysterical laugh in a shaky smile and crawls over to kneel between Han Geng's legs.
"Henry-yah," Geng says, and Henry automatically licks his lips at the sound of his voice. "Show gege what you can do."
Han Geng's cock is thicker than Siwon's, and Henry feels his lips stretch around it. He slowly works his way down, determined to take it all and knowing that he won't be able to, shivering at the sensation of fullness as it begins to slide down his throat. He tries to open his jaw wider, tries to relax his throat muscles, but it's too big, and he chokes and gags an inch from the base. "Holy shit," he hears Siwon swear softly behind him, and he tries again, gags again.
He wants it all, needs it all, and in desperation he grabs Han Geng hands from where they rest on his knees, places them on the back of his head and pushes, looking up entreatingly into the older man's eyes. "Fuck, kid, you sure?" Geng asks, and Henry hums his assent around the older man's cock. He feels fingers weaving into his hair, and then Geng is thrusting into his mouth, pushing in all the way. He gags again, but Geng keeps going, and then eyes watering and nostrils flared he feels his lips reach the base. He moans and Geng whispers, "Fuck," pulls out and thrusts in again, and then again, and then he is fucking Henry's mouth, long fluid strokes in and out. Henry alternates moaning and gagging, feels lightheaded between the muggy heat of the room and the intensity of his arousal. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, and he can feel hot tears spill out onto his cheeks each time Geng pushes in all the way. He has never been this turned on in his life, but he is afraid that if he touches himself it will be too much, too hot, that he'll pass out.
After what seems like forever and yet not nearly long enough, Han Geng pulls him off of his cock. Henry gasps for air and licks his lips. "Gege," he says, pleading, not knowing for what.
"Get up and turn around," Geng rasps, eyes hungry, and Henry can't find the words to reply, can only nod dumbly, frantically. When he rises unsteadily to his feet and turns, there is Siwon, sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, and how did Henry forget again? Siwon smiles and beckons him over. When he reaches the bed, Siwon takes hold of his undershirt and pulls it over his head, then rests a hand on the back of Henry's neck and guides him down for a slow, wet kiss that leaves his knees shaking. The hand guides his head lower, down Siwon's chest, over his stomach, and then he has Siwon's cock in his mouth again. He begins to bob up and down on it as he feels Han Geng pull his shorts down and run his hands greedily over his ass. Then a finger pushes inside him-lubricated with sweat, it slides in easily-and he moans, feels shameless as he wriggles his ass for more. Another slides in and Han Geng begins to finger fuck him.
The sensation is so raw and intense that he doesn't even realize that he has stopped moving his head until Siwon says, "C'mon, baby, suck it." He begins bobbing again, but erratically, distracted by the fingers moving in and out of him. After a while they disappear, and he is about to moan in frustration when he feels the shocking coolness of lube on his hole. The fingers return, two again, then three, and the strokes are so smooth now that he is moaning more often than not, mouth working Siwon's cock frantically and clumsily in his excitement.
All too soon the fingers disappear again and he feels a blunt pressure against his hole, and then Han Geng is pushing inside him. Geng has prepped him well enough that there is no sharp pain, only the slow burn and exquisite discomfort of being filled too full as inch after inch sinks in. He shudders involuntarily as he feels Geng's hips come to rest against him, and then before he knows it Geng is fucking him, hard, and he is burning up from the inside out. It is impossible to concentrate on anything else, and he lets Siwon's cock slip out of his mouth, rests his forehead rest against Siwon's stomach and gives in to the pants, the gasps, the moans, the stream of English springing unbidden from his mouth: oh fuck...yeah...oh God...gege, please... Han Geng grunts and fucks him even harder, and he can feel Siwon jerking his cock against his cheek.
The heat of the room is unbearable; Henry's entire body is drenched in sweat, his vision is getting blurry, and he is now genuinely worried that he might pass out. He tries to focus on sounds: the dull, wet smack of Han Geng's balls against his ass, the curses falling from his own mouth, the rasp in Siwon's breath and his shaky "I'm gonna come..."
Automatically, Henry pulls his head back and opens his mouth, and in a few seconds he feels cum splatter hot on his tongue, his lips, in strands across his right cheek. "Fuck," he hears Siwon grunt, and looks up to see him lick his lips as he rubs the head of his cock against Henry's, shaking periodically in the aftershocks.
Henry is about to take the head into his mouth to coax out the final drops when Han Geng grabs him by his neck and pulls him back. His back is arched so that the back of his neck is nearly resting on Han Geng's shoulder, and their faces are close enough the he can feel Geng's breath on his ear as he fucks him. Then Geng sticks out his tongue and begins to lick Siwon's cum from his cheek, and the hold on his neck may be gentle but Henry still can't breathe, can only pant, "Gege," like an endless entreating mantra as Geng's tongue slides closer and closer to his mouth. When they finally kiss, Geng plunges his tongue deep into Henry's mouth, and buries his cock deep in Henry's ass, and Henry comes without touching himself. His moans are swallowed into Geng's mouth and soon answered by moans of Geng's own as he comes inside Henry.
They collapse onto the bed, Geng still buried inside him, and Henry finds his head pillowed on Siwon's chest. He looks up and Siwon smiles at him, brushes his sweat-drenched bangs off of his forehead. After that, things get hazy: all he remembers is the feeling of two pairs of lips brushing across his skin, kissing his neck, his back, his hands, his face, before he falls asleep, exhausted.
***
The air conditioner splutters back to life shortly after they finish toweling Henry off, and Siwon looks on in appreciation as goosebumps begin to rise on the sleeping boy's naked body.
"Fuck," Han Geng says eloquently, and Siwon looks past Henry to meet the older man's eyes.
"No kidding," he says, chuckling softly, and Henry tosses is his sleep, wraps his arms around himself and pouts his lips slightly. "So...can we keep him?"
Han Geng raises his brows and smiles mischievously. "I think the real question is, why should I keep you around when I can have this?"
Siwon smiles back. "Why don't I show you?"
It is an hour later, Han Geng on the floor, arms tied to the foot of the bed with Henry's shirt, Henry's boxers stuffed in his mouth to keep his moans from waking their owner, and coated in sweat despite the newfound coolness of the room, before Siwon lets him come.
In any event, this is the Sihanry that I've been working on all week. It was difficult to finish, because in my head it was really hot but when I sat down to write it...less so. In the end, it didn't quite reach the level I had hoped it would, but I think it turned out alright. (I think it helps that it's pretty difficult for Sihanry to be anything but hot, context be damned.) Enjoy your pr0nz...
Thermodynamics
pairing: Henry/Siwon/Han Geng
The summer in Hunan is sweltering and the air conditioning in their hotel is broken. Henry lies face up on his bed in nothing but a pair of boxers, legs and arms splayed out to avoid as much as possible the sticky heat of skin on skin, and sweats. He has tried opening the window as wide as it can go and shutting it tight and drawing the blinds-it makes no difference. The fan does nothing but drown him in hot, humid air, and he gave up on showers after his third dousing of lukewarm water left him sweating again before he could even towel off. So far, lying completely still has proven the best of his unpleasant options, but he is Canadian, and he doesn't know how to wrap he mind around, much less deal with, weather like this. He is acutely aware of the sweat beading on his forehead, collecting at the small of his back, can feel is sliding slowly down his face, drenching his body-
He gets up suddenly with a frustrated growl, finds himself slipping on a worn white undershirt, mesh basketball shorts and flip flops and stalking out of his room. He has to find something to distract him, to take his mind off the unbearable heat, or he'll go crazy. His first thought is to find Zhou Mi or Hang Geng; they're real Chinese, they're used to this, they must have some sort of trick for coping. A knock on the door of Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun's room yields no results. In Donghae and Ryeowook's room he finds Donghae lying on the bed in much the same condition as he had been in a few moments earlier.
"Zhou Mi took the kids out to get some ice cream," Donghae says, not moving enough even to look at Henry. "I thought he said he was going to try to find you."
"Maybe I was in the shower when he come by," Henry says, and thinks fuck. Ice cream is just what he needs right now. He can feel the saliva pooling in the back of his mouth just thinking about it. "Why didn't you go?"
"Henry, it's too hot for ice cream. It's too hot for...it's just too hot." Donghae is covered in sweat, and his face looks tortured. I guess it's not just because I'm Canadian, Henry thinks. "I'm just trying to sleep so I don't have to deal with it, ok?"
Donghae is one of the nicest people Henry has ever met, but he sounds ready to kill at the slightest provocation, and Henry can't say that he blames him. He also can't say that he wants to stick around to be the first victim. "Yeah, sure, hyung. Sleep well," he says, backing out, and closes the door to Donghae's grunt of acknowledgment.
Next, he tries Siwon and Han Geng's room. He knocks twice and waits. Inside, he hears the clink of glass, then the soft padding of footsteps approaching the door. It opens to reveal Siwon leaning against the doorframe, wearing nothing but a pair of loose gray sweatpants, drawstrings undone, riding dangerously low on his hips. "Oh, Henry-yah," he says, and smiles. It is not his usual, friendly smile-it's something darker, predatory, and Henry has to fight his instincts to keep from running away at the very sight.
"Oh, hi, hyung," he says, returning the smile with a faltering one of his own. "Are you and Geng-ge busy? I'm just trying to find something to keep my mind off the heat, but I don't want to interrupt-"
"Come in," Siwon says, taking hold of his arm and pulling him into the room. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness inside, but then he sees Geng, illuminated in the streaks of light coming through the gaps in the drawn wooden shades. He is sitting in a chair by the window, clad in only a pair of worn, holey jeans, and drinking straight from a liter bottle of Tsingtao beer. Henry feels his throat go dry as he watches Geng's Adam's apple move up and down with each swallow. Siwon sits down in a chair opposite Geng, and then Geng sets the bottle down on the table between them, turns to Henry, nods and smiles. "Hey, kid."
Henry blushes. Han Geng has taken to calling him that as a kind of affectionate nickname, usually following it up with a playful ruffle of his hair, and as much as Henry complains that he's not a kid, not at all, he likes it. To tell the truth, Geng often makes him feel like a kid-nervous and awkward and uncontrollably horny-so even if he hated it he couldn't in good conscience claim it was anything but appropriate.
"Hi, gege," he says shyly back. Han Geng's smile deepens in the same dangerous, predatory way Siwon's had at the door, and he picks up the bottle again from the table and this time holds it out to Henry. Henry hesitates, feeling suddenly but certainly that this is the point of no return, although from what, he has no idea. Then Geng raises his eyebrows in question and Henry can't deny him; he walks across the room to the table and takes the bottle from his hand. It's still cold, and he is sorely tempted to roll it across his forehead, but instead he tilts it back and takes a swig. The cold liquid tastes delicious as it rushes from his mouth down his throat and cools him from the inside out. When he brings the bottle away from his lips he lets out a sigh of satisfaction and both Siwon and Geng laugh. He laughs too.
They sit around the table in silence, passing the bottle around until it's empty. There's not enough beer to get him drunk, but by the time Geng pokes his tongue into the bottle's neck to lick out the last few remaining drops he feels pleasantly buzzed. The heat is still there, oppressive, but he finds he doesn't care as much, finds that he is instead preoccupied by the gleam of sweat on Siwon's abs and hipbones and the tantalizing glimpses of thigh he can see through the holes in Han Geng's jeans. He remembers the first time he asked the others what Siwon and Han Geng were doing in all the time they spent alone together, remembers Ryeowook's uncomfortable laugh and Donghae's skittish eyes and Kyuhyun saying in perfect English and with decided relish, fucking, and now he can't help but think about it, not when there's so much bare skin on either side of him, can't help but imagine...
He doesn't realize he's staring until his head jerks up at the sound of Siwon clearing his throat. The Korean is staring right at him, smiling that smile again. He feels his face flush and looks down at his hands, flustered. Siwon says something to Geng in Korean that Henry doesn't catch, and Geng responds, then says, "Henry-yah."
He looks up guiltily, and he is sure his eyes are wide as saucers. "Henry-yah," Geng repeats, then asks him a question in Chinese that he doesn't understand. His confusion must be written on his face, because Siwon translates the question into English.
"Have you ever blowjob before?"
Henry first thinks, how does he know that word in English?, and then, does he mean given or received?, and then he simply nods, because the answer is the same for both and he is too shocked to lie.
Siwon smiles, and Henry realized with a start that he is rubbing his cock through his sweatpants. "Show me," Siwon says, and Henry can't move, can't do anything but watch Siwon's hand slide up and down over the fabric. Then Siwon pulls his sweatpants down off of his erection and begins stroking it lazily, each slow pull making it taller and harder. "Show hyung, Henry."
He doesn't know whether it's the alcohol, or the heat, or simply the fact that it's been so long-since Canada, since that Québécois college student who used to take him to the Toronto symphony and then cum down his throat when he sucked him off in the car afterward-but Henry finds himself down on his knees between Siwon's legs, his own hand wrapping around Siwon's cock. It's long and slender and exquisite, and before he knows it he's taking it into his mouth. It feels hot and heavy on his tongue, tastes of skin and salt and alkaline, and he can't help but moan around the head.
Siwon's thigh twitches and he swears in Korean. "Look at me, Henry." Henry raises his eyes to meet Siwon's, tongues at the cock head as he stares into deep pools of black. "Yeah," Siwon whispers, eyes narrowing, then in English, "now suck it."
Henry feels his eyes go wide; Siwon must watch American porn, there is no other possible explanation. The thought makes his cock twitch, and he brings one hand down to stroke it through his shorts as he slowly takes more of Siwon's length into his mouth. It slides down his throat as effortlessly as the beer they had been sharing, and Henry feels himself blush in a mix of pleasure and embarrassment-he's always been good at this. He struggles to keep his eyes locked on Siwon's as he reaches the base, and Siwon helps by brushing his bangs back with gentle fingers.
"Fuck, Henry," he swears, and Henry begins to bob slowly up and down, sucks softly. "Yeah," Siwon whispers, "nice and slow." He runs his tongue around the head and Siwon licks his lips. "Just like that, baby." The baby is in English, and Henry finds himself moaning around the cock again. Siwon slips one hand into his hair, runs the fingers of the other over his jawline, and Henry pulls his own cock out of his shorts and begins stroking it in earnest. It's too early, but he doesn't care, it's all so fucking hot, and he's so close-
Then suddenly the cock is gone from his mouth with a wet pop, and he looks up at Siwon in surprise. The older man smiles and runs a thumb over his swollen lips. "I think you should show Geng-ge, too."
Han Geng-ge. He had forgotten. How had he forgotten? He turns around to find Han Geng staring at him, grabbing roughly at his cock through his jeans. It springs out fully hard when Geng undoes the buttons to his fly and Henry swallows, suddenly self-conscious again, frozen to the spot. He has fantasized about Han Geng since they first met, thought about him when he touched himself, but he never thought something like this would actually happen. When Henry doesn't move after a few seconds, Geng grabs his cock in one hand and points it towards him, eyebrows raised, and Henry somehow manages to contain a hysterical laugh in a shaky smile and crawls over to kneel between Han Geng's legs.
"Henry-yah," Geng says, and Henry automatically licks his lips at the sound of his voice. "Show gege what you can do."
Han Geng's cock is thicker than Siwon's, and Henry feels his lips stretch around it. He slowly works his way down, determined to take it all and knowing that he won't be able to, shivering at the sensation of fullness as it begins to slide down his throat. He tries to open his jaw wider, tries to relax his throat muscles, but it's too big, and he chokes and gags an inch from the base. "Holy shit," he hears Siwon swear softly behind him, and he tries again, gags again.
He wants it all, needs it all, and in desperation he grabs Han Geng hands from where they rest on his knees, places them on the back of his head and pushes, looking up entreatingly into the older man's eyes. "Fuck, kid, you sure?" Geng asks, and Henry hums his assent around the older man's cock. He feels fingers weaving into his hair, and then Geng is thrusting into his mouth, pushing in all the way. He gags again, but Geng keeps going, and then eyes watering and nostrils flared he feels his lips reach the base. He moans and Geng whispers, "Fuck," pulls out and thrusts in again, and then again, and then he is fucking Henry's mouth, long fluid strokes in and out. Henry alternates moaning and gagging, feels lightheaded between the muggy heat of the room and the intensity of his arousal. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, and he can feel hot tears spill out onto his cheeks each time Geng pushes in all the way. He has never been this turned on in his life, but he is afraid that if he touches himself it will be too much, too hot, that he'll pass out.
After what seems like forever and yet not nearly long enough, Han Geng pulls him off of his cock. Henry gasps for air and licks his lips. "Gege," he says, pleading, not knowing for what.
"Get up and turn around," Geng rasps, eyes hungry, and Henry can't find the words to reply, can only nod dumbly, frantically. When he rises unsteadily to his feet and turns, there is Siwon, sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, and how did Henry forget again? Siwon smiles and beckons him over. When he reaches the bed, Siwon takes hold of his undershirt and pulls it over his head, then rests a hand on the back of Henry's neck and guides him down for a slow, wet kiss that leaves his knees shaking. The hand guides his head lower, down Siwon's chest, over his stomach, and then he has Siwon's cock in his mouth again. He begins to bob up and down on it as he feels Han Geng pull his shorts down and run his hands greedily over his ass. Then a finger pushes inside him-lubricated with sweat, it slides in easily-and he moans, feels shameless as he wriggles his ass for more. Another slides in and Han Geng begins to finger fuck him.
The sensation is so raw and intense that he doesn't even realize that he has stopped moving his head until Siwon says, "C'mon, baby, suck it." He begins bobbing again, but erratically, distracted by the fingers moving in and out of him. After a while they disappear, and he is about to moan in frustration when he feels the shocking coolness of lube on his hole. The fingers return, two again, then three, and the strokes are so smooth now that he is moaning more often than not, mouth working Siwon's cock frantically and clumsily in his excitement.
All too soon the fingers disappear again and he feels a blunt pressure against his hole, and then Han Geng is pushing inside him. Geng has prepped him well enough that there is no sharp pain, only the slow burn and exquisite discomfort of being filled too full as inch after inch sinks in. He shudders involuntarily as he feels Geng's hips come to rest against him, and then before he knows it Geng is fucking him, hard, and he is burning up from the inside out. It is impossible to concentrate on anything else, and he lets Siwon's cock slip out of his mouth, rests his forehead rest against Siwon's stomach and gives in to the pants, the gasps, the moans, the stream of English springing unbidden from his mouth: oh fuck...yeah...oh God...gege, please... Han Geng grunts and fucks him even harder, and he can feel Siwon jerking his cock against his cheek.
The heat of the room is unbearable; Henry's entire body is drenched in sweat, his vision is getting blurry, and he is now genuinely worried that he might pass out. He tries to focus on sounds: the dull, wet smack of Han Geng's balls against his ass, the curses falling from his own mouth, the rasp in Siwon's breath and his shaky "I'm gonna come..."
Automatically, Henry pulls his head back and opens his mouth, and in a few seconds he feels cum splatter hot on his tongue, his lips, in strands across his right cheek. "Fuck," he hears Siwon grunt, and looks up to see him lick his lips as he rubs the head of his cock against Henry's, shaking periodically in the aftershocks.
Henry is about to take the head into his mouth to coax out the final drops when Han Geng grabs him by his neck and pulls him back. His back is arched so that the back of his neck is nearly resting on Han Geng's shoulder, and their faces are close enough the he can feel Geng's breath on his ear as he fucks him. Then Geng sticks out his tongue and begins to lick Siwon's cum from his cheek, and the hold on his neck may be gentle but Henry still can't breathe, can only pant, "Gege," like an endless entreating mantra as Geng's tongue slides closer and closer to his mouth. When they finally kiss, Geng plunges his tongue deep into Henry's mouth, and buries his cock deep in Henry's ass, and Henry comes without touching himself. His moans are swallowed into Geng's mouth and soon answered by moans of Geng's own as he comes inside Henry.
They collapse onto the bed, Geng still buried inside him, and Henry finds his head pillowed on Siwon's chest. He looks up and Siwon smiles at him, brushes his sweat-drenched bangs off of his forehead. After that, things get hazy: all he remembers is the feeling of two pairs of lips brushing across his skin, kissing his neck, his back, his hands, his face, before he falls asleep, exhausted.
***
The air conditioner splutters back to life shortly after they finish toweling Henry off, and Siwon looks on in appreciation as goosebumps begin to rise on the sleeping boy's naked body.
"Fuck," Han Geng says eloquently, and Siwon looks past Henry to meet the older man's eyes.
"No kidding," he says, chuckling softly, and Henry tosses is his sleep, wraps his arms around himself and pouts his lips slightly. "So...can we keep him?"
Han Geng raises his brows and smiles mischievously. "I think the real question is, why should I keep you around when I can have this?"
Siwon smiles back. "Why don't I show you?"
It is an hour later, Han Geng on the floor, arms tied to the foot of the bed with Henry's shirt, Henry's boxers stuffed in his mouth to keep his moans from waking their owner, and coated in sweat despite the newfound coolness of the room, before Siwon lets him come.