[fic] 숨이 막혀 막혀 막혀, 내가 미쳐 미쳐 baby
숨이 막혀 막혀 막혀, 내가 미쳐 미쳐 baby
nc17 - hankyung/heechul/siwon/kyuhyun
summary: SMUT. PORN. Hankyung, Heechul, Siwon, and Kyuhyun getting it on. PWP. Written for
heythere_hannah's birthday.
For a second, Hankyung thinks he's in the wrong room.
"Oh err, sorry, leaving now-" and he backs up, hits the doorframe, and stumbles.
"Don't be a fucking idiot, come in and close the door." Heechul glares at him, but Hankyung absently notes that it's not his usual glare, it's something on slow-burn in the back of his eyes that Hankyung knows. He shuts the door.
“Hyung, come- oh oh oh oh shit-“ and Hankyung blinks, because yeah, it really is Kyuhyun naked and pale on the bed, white hair a clash with Heechul’s black pillowcase and legs thrown wide with Heechul between them. Hankyung’s eyes follows the line of Kyuhyun’s waist to his thighs, thin and lean and just fucking pretty and white and finally meets Heechul’s smirking gaze.
“You like?” Heechul’s arm shifts and a shudder rolls all the way up Kyuhyun’s body and finishes in a moan that sings past his lips.
Hankyung’s brain has finally finished its world tour and landed softly, if not safely. He has to laugh softly to himself because really, he should’ve seen this coming. Maybe not necessarily with the magnae, but definitely the situation in general. “The baby this time, Heechul?” He makes his way to the bed, losing pieces of his clothing as he goes, and it’s Kyuhyun who grins up at him.
“At least it wasn’t Ryeowook or Henry.” When Hankyung gets close enough, Kyuhyun tugs him down with a hand around his wrist and damn, he didn’t know could kiss like this. It’s wet and tongue and Kyuhyun humming in the back of his throat and Hankyung’s never been so glad for Heechul always getting what he wants.
A shaking groan reaches Hankyung’s ears and he pulls away from Kyuhyun to see Siwon sitting in the corner of the room, lips pressed tight and hands clenched together. Hankyung brightens instantly because he had thought that Siwon would be filming all day. He makes to slide off the bed but Heechul stops him.
“Don’t. He’s not allowed today.” Heechul glances at Siwon with a small frown and runs a hand over Kyuhyun’s hip. Kyuhyun makes a noise that could be called nothing other than a mewl, stretching his body over the bed and watching the scene with a quiet secret smile. Heechul presses a kiss to Kyuhyun’s stomach before continuing. “He thought this was a ‘bad idea’ and ‘very wrong’ and tried to stop me. But now he’s changed his mind and wants in. Well, he’s going to learn that what I saw goes, so he doesn’t get to touch, not tonight. He only gets to watch.” Heechul’s lips turn into his usual smirk and he moves his mouth down from Kyuhyun’s stomach to lick slowly up Kyuhyun’s cock. Kyuhyun gasps laughingly and Hankyung shakes his head and Siwon’s face gets a little redder and his lips press together a lot more.
Hankyung sighs a little because this is nothing new, Heechul pushing and Siwon backing away and Heechul getting angry and Siwon feeling guilty whenever he gives in. He rolls his eyes and gives Siwon a smile that’s slightly sympathetic. He loves Siwon, he really does, but not enough to have Heechul mad at him. The soft constant gasps Kyuhyun is making pulls his attention away.
“Hankyungah, come play.” Heechul’s eyes are big as he bites the curve of Kyuhyun’s hip. Hankyung can see now that Heechul as his fingers pressed deep inside Kyuhyun and that every time Kyuhyun rolls his hips closer, Heechul pulls back.
Hankyung crawls back across the bed, running a hand from Kyuhyun’s ankle to the top of his thigh. “How long do you think he can last?” he asks Heechul with a hidden grin.
Kyuhyun’s breathless voice cuts off whatever Heechul has planned to say. “What makes you think I’ll be the one having problems with lasting?” He grins and moans as Heechul laughs around his cock, glancing up to wink at Hankyung before twisting his fingers inside Kyuhyun and pushing harder.
Hankyung brings himself to wrap against Heechul’s back, and he contents himself with kissing the nape of Heechul’s neck, leaving small bites to his shoulder, watching his head bob. He trails his fingers down Heechul’s back, caresses the curve of his hip before sliding around and running his fingers softly against the hard length of his erection. Heechul moans, and in turn Kyuhyun moans.
Heechul pulls away and swats at Hankyung’s hand. “Don’t do that.”
“Why?” Hankyung reaches and does it again.
“Because I said so.” Heechul pulls away from Kyuhyun entirely, fingers sliding out of his body with a small sound that makes Hankyung catch his lip in his teeth, and moves to sit beside Kyuhyun. “You two play. I want to watch. I want to see Kyuhyun drive you crazy, Hankyung.” He grins and Kyuhyun laughs and brings himself up.
With Heechul watching, Kyuhyun crawls the small space between them to straddle Hankyung’s thighs, slide his hands over Hankyung’s shoulders. “Hyung…” He gives a small smile, dropping his glance to peek up at Hankyung underneath his lashes. It makes Hankyung laugh, slightly out of breath. “Hyung…” He leans to brush his mouth against Hankyung’s ear. “Make me scream.”
It’s Heechul that laughs his time, back against the headboard, a hand wrapped loosely around his cock.
It gives Hankyung an idea, and he pushes Kyuhyun gently away. “Hands and knees, magnae.” Kyuhyun’s smirk is bright before he turns away. The baby of the group can sway his hips even on his knees, Hankyung finds out. A cat, he thinks, as he watches Kyuhyun advance on Heechul.
Heechul raises an eyebrow and points his dick at Kyuhyun. It’s obscene and dirty and childish and Hankyung can see even Siwon roll his eyes out of the corner of his eyes. “You think you can handle it?”
Kyuhyun settles between Heechul’s thighs, bats his hands away. “I don’t think you can handle me.” And he sets out to prove it from the very start, taking a slow lick at the head of Heechul’s erection before closing his mouth over it and going and going and going until Heechul’s hanging onto his smirk with his fingers thigh in the sheets besides his hips.
Hankyung sits back on his heels to watch the show, the way Heechul’s hips attempt slow rolls that Kyuhyun stops with his fingers in the skin at Heechul’s hips, the way Heechul forgets that he wanted Hankyung to give him a show, not the other way around.
“Ge…”
Siwon has a hand inside his pants, his eyes wide and pleading. “Ge…”
Hankyung shudders. Siwon knows all the tricks to make him go crazy, but Hankyung won’t give in this time, not with the weight of Heechul’s eyes on his skin. “Can’t.” He shakes his head at him. “Don’t want to get in trouble.” He won’t risk Heechul’s wrath to touch Siwon, no matter how much his fingers itch to, but he will give Siwon a show to make up for it. He leans back on one hand and closes the other around himself. He teases himself as much he teases Siwon, moans falling out of his mouth as he rolls his hips into midair.
“Fuck Hankyung, don’t be mice to him.” Heechul nudges Hankyung’s knee with a foot and draws Hankyung’s attention back to the other side of the bed, where Kyuhyun looks at him with his head against Heechul’s thigh, tongue peeking out to lap at Heechul’s cock, still hard.
Heechul crooks a finger at him. “Come let the baby fuck you, Hankyungah.”
Kyuhyun stops mid-lick and looks up, the surprise in his eyes fading into something that looks too much like Heechul.
Hankyung shakes his head. “Why me? Why doesn’t he get to fuck you?”
Heechul snorts. “Because it wouldn’t be exciting at all. No offense, Kyuhyunnie.”
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes. “None taken, hyung.” He rises to his knees and there’s that Heechul-look again. “I just wish you’d hurry up and decide because I’d like to fuck somebody tonight.”
Heechul stares blankly at Hankyung and damnit, Hankyung knows he’s already lost this battle, maybe before it even began. “Fine fine, okay.”
Kyuhyun grins. “Hands and knees, hyung,” he drawls, and Hankyung slips down gracefully. A low groan from behind him tells him that Siwon enjoyed the view, at least. He wiggles his hips as he makes his way across the bed, reaching Kyuhyun and pulling him down for a kiss.
It’s stopped sooner then he would’ve liked by Heechul tugging on a strand of his hair. “You haven’t kissed me at all tonight, you ass. Come fix that.” Heechul’s pout isn’t a pout at all but Hankyung obeys, sliding a hand around Heechul’s neck as he kissed him. It was easy to fall into Heechul, to forget everything except for the way Heechul makes noises into his mouth and digs his fingernails into his skin.
Siwon groans again, louder, and it tugs at the edges of Hankyung’s attention before he feels hands on his ass, spreading him apart. He hisses into Heechul’s mouth, arches his back, and instead of the fingers he’s expecting, it’s something warm and wet, teasing and the realization that it’s Kyuhyun’s tongue makes him jerk. He bites down just a little too hard on Heechul’s tongue and Heechul cusses softly before crushing his mouth to Hankyung’s, harder and faster.
Kyuhyun runs a hand down Hankyung’s thigh as he tongues his entrance, licking around it, over it, pushing into him in little flicks. Hankyung can’t stop the endless noises he makes into Heechul’s mouth but Heechul must not mind at all because he’s kissing him slow now, languid, and maybe he’s fucking psychic after all like he’s always claimed, because his mouth is copying what Kyuhyun’s mouth is doing.
Hankyung reaches blindly behind him, finds Kyuhyun’s hair and tugs. “Kyuhyunah, that’s enough, just… fuck- fuck me, now-“
Kyuhyun chuckles and its like- like something Hankyung can’t think of at the moment, but it reminds him of that one fucking drama where Kyuhyun killed Sungmin and he’d laughed like that, dark and horrible and it’d sent shivers down his spine, just like it did now. “Already, hyung?” He laps at Hankyung’s skin and Hankyung’s fingers slip on Heechul’s arm and scratch the skin above his elbow. Heechul pulls away from his mouth to kiss the corner of his lips, run a tongue along the line of his jaw. Another probing push into his body has Hankyung’s arms shaking. “That’s not very impressive…” Kyuhyun’s voice has dropped into audio silk, Hankyung thinks, soft and slipping over his skin like he could actually feel it. He can feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Hankyung shakes his head and drops to his elbows. “Don’t want to be impressive, not right now.” Heechul’s fingers run through his hair and down his back, follows the line of his spine as far as he can reach.
“Just fuck him, baby. I want to see you come apart in him. There’ll always be time to tease.” Heechul’s voice doesn’t drop as low as Kyuhyun, doesn’t have the same power, but it’s persuasive and that’s a much more powerful weapon. When Kyuhyun pulls away from Hankyung, following Heechul’s words, Hankyung shows his gratitude by slipping his mouth over Heechul’s cock, sucking softly on the head as Heechul’s breath hitches.
Kyuhyun hasn’t let go of Hankyung’s ass yet, he finds, and he think he should feel at least a little embarrassed at the way he’s been spread apart for the world (Siwon) to see, but he isn’t. He actually thinks it’s making him just that much hotter. “Siwon hyung?” Kyuhyun calls out and Hankyung lets Heechul slip from his mouth to turn and watch. “I need the lube beside you.”
Siwon looks from Kyuhyun to the bottle. His hand is still moving slow and steady inside his pants, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark. The shadow of a grin hits his lips. “I’m not allowed to touch, remember?”
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes. “Not allowed to touch the actual people, hyung. It’s perfectly fine for you to bring me the lube. Because I’d really hate to lose my hold here.” And he actually fucking squeezes Hankyung’s ass cheeks and Hankyung makes a small he would never ever call a squeak. Heechul laughs outright, watching Kyuhyun and Siwon in amusement.
Siwon seems to think it over for a second before he rises from the chair, his jeans falling open at his hips as he moves closer to the bed. He holds the bottle of lube out for Kyuhyun. “You have to let go of him to get the lube, you know.”
“Unless you think you can get it where it needs to go… without touching me, of course.”
Siwon’s eyes darken just a little more and he rests his knees against the bed and leans over. He uncaps the bottle of lube and gestures Kyuhyun to turn to him. He reaches out, hesitates, looks up at Heechul. Heechul just stares back at him. It’s unnerving even for Hankyung, so he reaches out and grabs Heechul by the hips, wraps a hand around his dick and pumps once, slow, and Heechul breaks his gaze to look down at him. Hankyung grins.
“Don’t you want to watch Siwon-“ Heechul starts to look up and Hankyung squeezes just slightly. Heechul gasps and grabs a handful of Hankyung’s hair, pulls. Hankyung is being sneaky, he doesn’t want Heechul to look up because he really wishes Siwon will cheat and touch Kyuhyun anyways, because Hankyung really wants to just get fucked, and Heechul’s power plays are interfering. Hankyung grins to himself before fitting his mouth over his handful of Heechul, dragging his tongue down the length and moaning, feeling Heechul shudder and moan and tug harder on his hair.
A cold touch against his thigh makes Hankyung look up, look over his shoulder, and Kyuhyun grins at him before pushing his fingers inside of him. It burns slightly, but it seems to set fire to his nerves; Hankyung moans and holds onto Heechul’s thigh because the night’s playing and teasing seems to have finally caught up to him and it feels like he’s going to come apart just at this.
“Go easy, baby.” Heechul’s voice is soft above Hankyung, soft but trembling, airy. “Go slow, make him beg for it.”
Hankyung hits Heechul’s thigh with a fist, although weakly, and Kyuhyun answers with another push of his fingers and a twist and Hankyung cries out.
Kyuhyun chuckles and he hears Siwon’s breath catch before Kyuhyun’s thrusting his fingers smoothly in and out of him, brushing against his prostrate very slightly, slightly enough to make Hankyung clench his fingers tighter into the flesh of Heechul’s thigh. He can imagine the red marks he’ll leave behind and the picture of it makes him groan and arch his back, pushing back to meet Kyuhyun’s hand.
“Kyuhyunah, just fuck me already, Kyuhyunah-“
“Already hyung?” Kyuhyun murmurs, and his body comes over against Hankyung’s and his lips touch his ear.
Hankyung turns his head and catches Kyuhyun’s mouth, kisses him hard and fast and bites down on his lips. “You can make fun of me tomorrow, okay?”
Kyuhyun’s answer is a soft pant and Heechul laughing softly. Hankyung frowns, turns his head further to look, and finds Siwon undressed and bent over Kyuhyun, a hand around his waist, the other running across his chest. Hankyung matches Heechul’s laugh, pushes his ass back and meets Siwon’s hand around Kyuhyun’s cock, moving languidly.
“I’ll get you for disobeying me later,” Heechul promises, a look dark in his eyes, and Siwon nods slowly, eyes wide but bright.
Kyuhyun moans, holds onto Hankyung’s hips and grinds against his ass, Siwon’s hand caught between them, and Hankyung meets him roll for roll, trying to drive Kyuhyun crazy before Kyuhyun did it to him, with Heechul’s length in his mouth again. Heechul makes soft noises that fall one after another, his hips moving softly against Hankyung’s mouth.
There’s quiet sound from behind him, and Hankyung kind of wishes he could see what Siwon and Kyuhyun were doing, but that would mean leaving Heechul and Heechul’s dick and the moans that Heechul couldn’t keep in, and that’s the hardest decision Hankyung would ever have to make.
Kyuhyun saves him from the dilemma by slipping his fingers back inside of Hankyung and leaning forward. His mouth nips at the line of Hankyung’s spine and Hankyung shudders, pushes back against Kyuhyun’s fingers and squeezes. Kyuhyun gasps, Siwon moans, Hankyung laughs in response and that sets off Heechul’s cussing.
“God, okay hyung, okay,” and Kyuhyun stills Hankyung’s hips and finally begins pushing into him, so slowly that Hankyung wants so hit him, or kiss him again, or something, he can’t really think of the proper revenge with Kyuhyun’s length stretching him apart and filling him and it feels like hours later when Kyuhyun’s fully inside of him.
For moments there’s nothing but heavy breathing in the air.
Hankyung takes the lead and pulls himself forward before pushing back hard onto Kyuhyun’s cock and Kyuhyun lets out a sharp surprised “fuck”. Kyuhyun doesn’t hesitate after that, thrusting in and out of Hankyung quickly, in a rhythm that has Heechul slipping in and out of Hankyung’s mouth without any prompting.
“Yes god, Kyuhyunah faster, yes, shit shit shit-“
Heechul’s strained voice makes Hankyung moan around his cock and Heechul’s cussing comes faster, breathier, and Kyuhyun’s forgotten about trying to tease and is just pounding into Hankyung, fingers painfully tight on his hips and Hankyung can’t even try to suck Heechul right anymore, he wraps his fingers around him and pumps and reaches his tongue out to lick whenever he remembers and just hopes that Heechul will take care of it himself because Hankyung really can’t do much of anything.
“Hyung, are you close? Please be close-“ Kyuhyun’s voice is almost pleading in Hankyung’s ear, but before Hankyung has a chance to answer, a hand wraps tight around his cock and slides, up and down to the frantic pace Kyuhyun’s set and Heechul tugs on his hair again and Hankyung can’t even say anything to warn anybody. He slams back against Kyuhyun one last time and cries out and comes, holds on tight to Heechul’s thighs because it feels like he’s taking off from the earth, from his body, and he shakes and shudders against Kyuhyun and tries to catch his breath while he can’t think at all.
It takes a moment for him to breathe again, to think again, and it’s just in time, he hears Siwon mutter something harsh underneath his breath and Kyuhyun groans deep in his chest and comes, the sensation of it making Hankyung groan weekly. In answer, Heechul slips his hand under Hankyung’s chin and oh, he missed out on Heechul, because Heechul pulls him up and licks at his cheek and chin and jawline, and Hankyung is much too pleased and languid to be out off by the fact that Heechul came on his face.
Kyuhyun’s draped heavily against his back, still panting, and Hankyung manages to slide him him and onto the bed, where he finds Siwon already laying, hand still wrapped around his cock and stroking through his last shudders.
Before Hankyung can collapse down from his hands and knees, Heechul slips under him and pulls him down ontop of him. Hankyung wraps his arms around Heechul’s waist and tucks his head underneath Heechul’s neck.
“I have the best ideas in the world, don’t I?” Heechul asks.
Siwon groans and Kyuhyun laughs, sweet and bright, and Hankyung covers Heechul’s mouth with his own to stop him from coming up with any of those “best ideas” for at least that night.
nc17 - hankyung/heechul/siwon/kyuhyun
summary: SMUT. PORN. Hankyung, Heechul, Siwon, and Kyuhyun getting it on. PWP. Written for
heythere_hannah's birthday.
For a second, Hankyung thinks he's in the wrong room.
"Oh err, sorry, leaving now-" and he backs up, hits the doorframe, and stumbles.
"Don't be a fucking idiot, come in and close the door." Heechul glares at him, but Hankyung absently notes that it's not his usual glare, it's something on slow-burn in the back of his eyes that Hankyung knows. He shuts the door.
“Hyung, come- oh oh oh oh shit-“ and Hankyung blinks, because yeah, it really is Kyuhyun naked and pale on the bed, white hair a clash with Heechul’s black pillowcase and legs thrown wide with Heechul between them. Hankyung’s eyes follows the line of Kyuhyun’s waist to his thighs, thin and lean and just fucking pretty and white and finally meets Heechul’s smirking gaze.
“You like?” Heechul’s arm shifts and a shudder rolls all the way up Kyuhyun’s body and finishes in a moan that sings past his lips.
Hankyung’s brain has finally finished its world tour and landed softly, if not safely. He has to laugh softly to himself because really, he should’ve seen this coming. Maybe not necessarily with the magnae, but definitely the situation in general. “The baby this time, Heechul?” He makes his way to the bed, losing pieces of his clothing as he goes, and it’s Kyuhyun who grins up at him.
“At least it wasn’t Ryeowook or Henry.” When Hankyung gets close enough, Kyuhyun tugs him down with a hand around his wrist and damn, he didn’t know could kiss like this. It’s wet and tongue and Kyuhyun humming in the back of his throat and Hankyung’s never been so glad for Heechul always getting what he wants.
A shaking groan reaches Hankyung’s ears and he pulls away from Kyuhyun to see Siwon sitting in the corner of the room, lips pressed tight and hands clenched together. Hankyung brightens instantly because he had thought that Siwon would be filming all day. He makes to slide off the bed but Heechul stops him.
“Don’t. He’s not allowed today.” Heechul glances at Siwon with a small frown and runs a hand over Kyuhyun’s hip. Kyuhyun makes a noise that could be called nothing other than a mewl, stretching his body over the bed and watching the scene with a quiet secret smile. Heechul presses a kiss to Kyuhyun’s stomach before continuing. “He thought this was a ‘bad idea’ and ‘very wrong’ and tried to stop me. But now he’s changed his mind and wants in. Well, he’s going to learn that what I saw goes, so he doesn’t get to touch, not tonight. He only gets to watch.” Heechul’s lips turn into his usual smirk and he moves his mouth down from Kyuhyun’s stomach to lick slowly up Kyuhyun’s cock. Kyuhyun gasps laughingly and Hankyung shakes his head and Siwon’s face gets a little redder and his lips press together a lot more.
Hankyung sighs a little because this is nothing new, Heechul pushing and Siwon backing away and Heechul getting angry and Siwon feeling guilty whenever he gives in. He rolls his eyes and gives Siwon a smile that’s slightly sympathetic. He loves Siwon, he really does, but not enough to have Heechul mad at him. The soft constant gasps Kyuhyun is making pulls his attention away.
“Hankyungah, come play.” Heechul’s eyes are big as he bites the curve of Kyuhyun’s hip. Hankyung can see now that Heechul as his fingers pressed deep inside Kyuhyun and that every time Kyuhyun rolls his hips closer, Heechul pulls back.
Hankyung crawls back across the bed, running a hand from Kyuhyun’s ankle to the top of his thigh. “How long do you think he can last?” he asks Heechul with a hidden grin.
Kyuhyun’s breathless voice cuts off whatever Heechul has planned to say. “What makes you think I’ll be the one having problems with lasting?” He grins and moans as Heechul laughs around his cock, glancing up to wink at Hankyung before twisting his fingers inside Kyuhyun and pushing harder.
Hankyung brings himself to wrap against Heechul’s back, and he contents himself with kissing the nape of Heechul’s neck, leaving small bites to his shoulder, watching his head bob. He trails his fingers down Heechul’s back, caresses the curve of his hip before sliding around and running his fingers softly against the hard length of his erection. Heechul moans, and in turn Kyuhyun moans.
Heechul pulls away and swats at Hankyung’s hand. “Don’t do that.”
“Why?” Hankyung reaches and does it again.
“Because I said so.” Heechul pulls away from Kyuhyun entirely, fingers sliding out of his body with a small sound that makes Hankyung catch his lip in his teeth, and moves to sit beside Kyuhyun. “You two play. I want to watch. I want to see Kyuhyun drive you crazy, Hankyung.” He grins and Kyuhyun laughs and brings himself up.
With Heechul watching, Kyuhyun crawls the small space between them to straddle Hankyung’s thighs, slide his hands over Hankyung’s shoulders. “Hyung…” He gives a small smile, dropping his glance to peek up at Hankyung underneath his lashes. It makes Hankyung laugh, slightly out of breath. “Hyung…” He leans to brush his mouth against Hankyung’s ear. “Make me scream.”
It’s Heechul that laughs his time, back against the headboard, a hand wrapped loosely around his cock.
It gives Hankyung an idea, and he pushes Kyuhyun gently away. “Hands and knees, magnae.” Kyuhyun’s smirk is bright before he turns away. The baby of the group can sway his hips even on his knees, Hankyung finds out. A cat, he thinks, as he watches Kyuhyun advance on Heechul.
Heechul raises an eyebrow and points his dick at Kyuhyun. It’s obscene and dirty and childish and Hankyung can see even Siwon roll his eyes out of the corner of his eyes. “You think you can handle it?”
Kyuhyun settles between Heechul’s thighs, bats his hands away. “I don’t think you can handle me.” And he sets out to prove it from the very start, taking a slow lick at the head of Heechul’s erection before closing his mouth over it and going and going and going until Heechul’s hanging onto his smirk with his fingers thigh in the sheets besides his hips.
Hankyung sits back on his heels to watch the show, the way Heechul’s hips attempt slow rolls that Kyuhyun stops with his fingers in the skin at Heechul’s hips, the way Heechul forgets that he wanted Hankyung to give him a show, not the other way around.
“Ge…”
Siwon has a hand inside his pants, his eyes wide and pleading. “Ge…”
Hankyung shudders. Siwon knows all the tricks to make him go crazy, but Hankyung won’t give in this time, not with the weight of Heechul’s eyes on his skin. “Can’t.” He shakes his head at him. “Don’t want to get in trouble.” He won’t risk Heechul’s wrath to touch Siwon, no matter how much his fingers itch to, but he will give Siwon a show to make up for it. He leans back on one hand and closes the other around himself. He teases himself as much he teases Siwon, moans falling out of his mouth as he rolls his hips into midair.
“Fuck Hankyung, don’t be mice to him.” Heechul nudges Hankyung’s knee with a foot and draws Hankyung’s attention back to the other side of the bed, where Kyuhyun looks at him with his head against Heechul’s thigh, tongue peeking out to lap at Heechul’s cock, still hard.
Heechul crooks a finger at him. “Come let the baby fuck you, Hankyungah.”
Kyuhyun stops mid-lick and looks up, the surprise in his eyes fading into something that looks too much like Heechul.
Hankyung shakes his head. “Why me? Why doesn’t he get to fuck you?”
Heechul snorts. “Because it wouldn’t be exciting at all. No offense, Kyuhyunnie.”
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes. “None taken, hyung.” He rises to his knees and there’s that Heechul-look again. “I just wish you’d hurry up and decide because I’d like to fuck somebody tonight.”
Heechul stares blankly at Hankyung and damnit, Hankyung knows he’s already lost this battle, maybe before it even began. “Fine fine, okay.”
Kyuhyun grins. “Hands and knees, hyung,” he drawls, and Hankyung slips down gracefully. A low groan from behind him tells him that Siwon enjoyed the view, at least. He wiggles his hips as he makes his way across the bed, reaching Kyuhyun and pulling him down for a kiss.
It’s stopped sooner then he would’ve liked by Heechul tugging on a strand of his hair. “You haven’t kissed me at all tonight, you ass. Come fix that.” Heechul’s pout isn’t a pout at all but Hankyung obeys, sliding a hand around Heechul’s neck as he kissed him. It was easy to fall into Heechul, to forget everything except for the way Heechul makes noises into his mouth and digs his fingernails into his skin.
Siwon groans again, louder, and it tugs at the edges of Hankyung’s attention before he feels hands on his ass, spreading him apart. He hisses into Heechul’s mouth, arches his back, and instead of the fingers he’s expecting, it’s something warm and wet, teasing and the realization that it’s Kyuhyun’s tongue makes him jerk. He bites down just a little too hard on Heechul’s tongue and Heechul cusses softly before crushing his mouth to Hankyung’s, harder and faster.
Kyuhyun runs a hand down Hankyung’s thigh as he tongues his entrance, licking around it, over it, pushing into him in little flicks. Hankyung can’t stop the endless noises he makes into Heechul’s mouth but Heechul must not mind at all because he’s kissing him slow now, languid, and maybe he’s fucking psychic after all like he’s always claimed, because his mouth is copying what Kyuhyun’s mouth is doing.
Hankyung reaches blindly behind him, finds Kyuhyun’s hair and tugs. “Kyuhyunah, that’s enough, just… fuck- fuck me, now-“
Kyuhyun chuckles and its like- like something Hankyung can’t think of at the moment, but it reminds him of that one fucking drama where Kyuhyun killed Sungmin and he’d laughed like that, dark and horrible and it’d sent shivers down his spine, just like it did now. “Already, hyung?” He laps at Hankyung’s skin and Hankyung’s fingers slip on Heechul’s arm and scratch the skin above his elbow. Heechul pulls away from his mouth to kiss the corner of his lips, run a tongue along the line of his jaw. Another probing push into his body has Hankyung’s arms shaking. “That’s not very impressive…” Kyuhyun’s voice has dropped into audio silk, Hankyung thinks, soft and slipping over his skin like he could actually feel it. He can feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Hankyung shakes his head and drops to his elbows. “Don’t want to be impressive, not right now.” Heechul’s fingers run through his hair and down his back, follows the line of his spine as far as he can reach.
“Just fuck him, baby. I want to see you come apart in him. There’ll always be time to tease.” Heechul’s voice doesn’t drop as low as Kyuhyun, doesn’t have the same power, but it’s persuasive and that’s a much more powerful weapon. When Kyuhyun pulls away from Hankyung, following Heechul’s words, Hankyung shows his gratitude by slipping his mouth over Heechul’s cock, sucking softly on the head as Heechul’s breath hitches.
Kyuhyun hasn’t let go of Hankyung’s ass yet, he finds, and he think he should feel at least a little embarrassed at the way he’s been spread apart for the world (Siwon) to see, but he isn’t. He actually thinks it’s making him just that much hotter. “Siwon hyung?” Kyuhyun calls out and Hankyung lets Heechul slip from his mouth to turn and watch. “I need the lube beside you.”
Siwon looks from Kyuhyun to the bottle. His hand is still moving slow and steady inside his pants, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark. The shadow of a grin hits his lips. “I’m not allowed to touch, remember?”
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes. “Not allowed to touch the actual people, hyung. It’s perfectly fine for you to bring me the lube. Because I’d really hate to lose my hold here.” And he actually fucking squeezes Hankyung’s ass cheeks and Hankyung makes a small he would never ever call a squeak. Heechul laughs outright, watching Kyuhyun and Siwon in amusement.
Siwon seems to think it over for a second before he rises from the chair, his jeans falling open at his hips as he moves closer to the bed. He holds the bottle of lube out for Kyuhyun. “You have to let go of him to get the lube, you know.”
“Unless you think you can get it where it needs to go… without touching me, of course.”
Siwon’s eyes darken just a little more and he rests his knees against the bed and leans over. He uncaps the bottle of lube and gestures Kyuhyun to turn to him. He reaches out, hesitates, looks up at Heechul. Heechul just stares back at him. It’s unnerving even for Hankyung, so he reaches out and grabs Heechul by the hips, wraps a hand around his dick and pumps once, slow, and Heechul breaks his gaze to look down at him. Hankyung grins.
“Don’t you want to watch Siwon-“ Heechul starts to look up and Hankyung squeezes just slightly. Heechul gasps and grabs a handful of Hankyung’s hair, pulls. Hankyung is being sneaky, he doesn’t want Heechul to look up because he really wishes Siwon will cheat and touch Kyuhyun anyways, because Hankyung really wants to just get fucked, and Heechul’s power plays are interfering. Hankyung grins to himself before fitting his mouth over his handful of Heechul, dragging his tongue down the length and moaning, feeling Heechul shudder and moan and tug harder on his hair.
A cold touch against his thigh makes Hankyung look up, look over his shoulder, and Kyuhyun grins at him before pushing his fingers inside of him. It burns slightly, but it seems to set fire to his nerves; Hankyung moans and holds onto Heechul’s thigh because the night’s playing and teasing seems to have finally caught up to him and it feels like he’s going to come apart just at this.
“Go easy, baby.” Heechul’s voice is soft above Hankyung, soft but trembling, airy. “Go slow, make him beg for it.”
Hankyung hits Heechul’s thigh with a fist, although weakly, and Kyuhyun answers with another push of his fingers and a twist and Hankyung cries out.
Kyuhyun chuckles and he hears Siwon’s breath catch before Kyuhyun’s thrusting his fingers smoothly in and out of him, brushing against his prostrate very slightly, slightly enough to make Hankyung clench his fingers tighter into the flesh of Heechul’s thigh. He can imagine the red marks he’ll leave behind and the picture of it makes him groan and arch his back, pushing back to meet Kyuhyun’s hand.
“Kyuhyunah, just fuck me already, Kyuhyunah-“
“Already hyung?” Kyuhyun murmurs, and his body comes over against Hankyung’s and his lips touch his ear.
Hankyung turns his head and catches Kyuhyun’s mouth, kisses him hard and fast and bites down on his lips. “You can make fun of me tomorrow, okay?”
Kyuhyun’s answer is a soft pant and Heechul laughing softly. Hankyung frowns, turns his head further to look, and finds Siwon undressed and bent over Kyuhyun, a hand around his waist, the other running across his chest. Hankyung matches Heechul’s laugh, pushes his ass back and meets Siwon’s hand around Kyuhyun’s cock, moving languidly.
“I’ll get you for disobeying me later,” Heechul promises, a look dark in his eyes, and Siwon nods slowly, eyes wide but bright.
Kyuhyun moans, holds onto Hankyung’s hips and grinds against his ass, Siwon’s hand caught between them, and Hankyung meets him roll for roll, trying to drive Kyuhyun crazy before Kyuhyun did it to him, with Heechul’s length in his mouth again. Heechul makes soft noises that fall one after another, his hips moving softly against Hankyung’s mouth.
There’s quiet sound from behind him, and Hankyung kind of wishes he could see what Siwon and Kyuhyun were doing, but that would mean leaving Heechul and Heechul’s dick and the moans that Heechul couldn’t keep in, and that’s the hardest decision Hankyung would ever have to make.
Kyuhyun saves him from the dilemma by slipping his fingers back inside of Hankyung and leaning forward. His mouth nips at the line of Hankyung’s spine and Hankyung shudders, pushes back against Kyuhyun’s fingers and squeezes. Kyuhyun gasps, Siwon moans, Hankyung laughs in response and that sets off Heechul’s cussing.
“God, okay hyung, okay,” and Kyuhyun stills Hankyung’s hips and finally begins pushing into him, so slowly that Hankyung wants so hit him, or kiss him again, or something, he can’t really think of the proper revenge with Kyuhyun’s length stretching him apart and filling him and it feels like hours later when Kyuhyun’s fully inside of him.
For moments there’s nothing but heavy breathing in the air.
Hankyung takes the lead and pulls himself forward before pushing back hard onto Kyuhyun’s cock and Kyuhyun lets out a sharp surprised “fuck”. Kyuhyun doesn’t hesitate after that, thrusting in and out of Hankyung quickly, in a rhythm that has Heechul slipping in and out of Hankyung’s mouth without any prompting.
“Yes god, Kyuhyunah faster, yes, shit shit shit-“
Heechul’s strained voice makes Hankyung moan around his cock and Heechul’s cussing comes faster, breathier, and Kyuhyun’s forgotten about trying to tease and is just pounding into Hankyung, fingers painfully tight on his hips and Hankyung can’t even try to suck Heechul right anymore, he wraps his fingers around him and pumps and reaches his tongue out to lick whenever he remembers and just hopes that Heechul will take care of it himself because Hankyung really can’t do much of anything.
“Hyung, are you close? Please be close-“ Kyuhyun’s voice is almost pleading in Hankyung’s ear, but before Hankyung has a chance to answer, a hand wraps tight around his cock and slides, up and down to the frantic pace Kyuhyun’s set and Heechul tugs on his hair again and Hankyung can’t even say anything to warn anybody. He slams back against Kyuhyun one last time and cries out and comes, holds on tight to Heechul’s thighs because it feels like he’s taking off from the earth, from his body, and he shakes and shudders against Kyuhyun and tries to catch his breath while he can’t think at all.
It takes a moment for him to breathe again, to think again, and it’s just in time, he hears Siwon mutter something harsh underneath his breath and Kyuhyun groans deep in his chest and comes, the sensation of it making Hankyung groan weekly. In answer, Heechul slips his hand under Hankyung’s chin and oh, he missed out on Heechul, because Heechul pulls him up and licks at his cheek and chin and jawline, and Hankyung is much too pleased and languid to be out off by the fact that Heechul came on his face.
Kyuhyun’s draped heavily against his back, still panting, and Hankyung manages to slide him him and onto the bed, where he finds Siwon already laying, hand still wrapped around his cock and stroking through his last shudders.
Before Hankyung can collapse down from his hands and knees, Heechul slips under him and pulls him down ontop of him. Hankyung wraps his arms around Heechul’s waist and tucks his head underneath Heechul’s neck.
“I have the best ideas in the world, don’t I?” Heechul asks.
Siwon groans and Kyuhyun laughs, sweet and bright, and Hankyung covers Heechul’s mouth with his own to stop him from coming up with any of those “best ideas” for at least that night.