[one-shot] The Quest of Kyuhyun and Sungmin to Gayland (or It's The Law of Friction)
The Quest of Kyuhyun and Sungmin to Gayland (or It's The Law of Friction) | Kyuhyun, Sungmin | romance, mild!crack, explicit sexual contents | NC-17
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Curiosity kills the cat.
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Curiosity.
“I got something for you. Crash at my place after school.”
“Okay.”
It all begins with curiosity.
“Sorry for intruding~!”
“Stop that, no one’s home.”
He totally blames the curiosity.
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Kyuhyun smirks, and hands him the DVD. Sungmin’s eyes go big.
“Meet Miss D.” Sungmin stare stare stare at the picture of a young woman with red lips, a fake mole on the right side of her chin; long wavy hair that drops on her shoulders and down to her bare chest. At her feet is a pair of shiny red boots, and her posture is as if she is ready to swell somebody’s crotch up (hands fisted in front of the chest, smirking lips, furrowed brow, left leg up).
“Miss D?”
Kyuhyun makes a funny gesture; fingers bend inwards, forming half fists as if he is pumping something out from his own chest. Sungmin laughs, and hands the DVD back to him.
“Is she good?” Kyuhyun makes a face as if he just had a week-old ramen for lunch, and shakes his head.
“Not as good as Mary Anne. Gosh I miss her! If only Ahra didn't do the rampage last week...” he mumbles, tongue slightly nipping out from his lips as he flattens the disk nicely onto the player’s tray, and hits ‘Play’. A flirty jazzy music drums in, and the girl who was on the cover earlier walks down from a half round stair, wearing nothing but the same red boots and a black booty.
After a few (long) minutes of waving her ass and boobs in front of the camera that keeps rolling around her and doesn't seem to focus all the time, a buff man comes in, and a drama starts. Some pushing and pulling acts, he finally fucks her.
She moans. And Kyuhyun catch a grunt.
“Sungmin? You need tissues?” Sungmin turns his back to Kyuhyun before he says yes. Chuckling, he grabs a box of tissues from the stand next to his bed, and throws it to the latter. Zips unfold, and Sungmin releases a soft moan.
Thump. Kyuhyun’s chest beats once, and he feels a lump forms inside his throat.
‘Annnnnhhhh!! Fasteeeeerrr!!’ Miss D screams, and Sungmin’s moans turns louder every time the buff man thrusts into her.
His back is still facing Kyuhyun.
Curiosity.
He is testing me.
Miss D might be doing a pose of upside down right now, and she might be moaning harder and lustier, but Kyuhyun has not interest to the screen at all. He watches Sungmin’s back becoming wet with sweats showing his muscular body underneath the fabric. He notices the hands that moves up and down slowly, slowly, medium speed, medium speed, medium speed, faster, faster, faster, and faster to frantically.
He sees sometimes Sungmin arks his head backwards, but not too obvious, and he mumbles things; things that probably doesn't even need to be mumbled because Kyuhyun thinks he can hear everything just fine.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Touch me. Touch me.
Anyone... Kyuhyun.
Fuck me.
When Kyuhyun turns to the screen, the buff man smiles, and slaps Miss D’s ass hard. He turns back to Sungmin, and sees Sungmin tilts his head to the right, glancing towards him; teary eyes, blossoming red cheeks. Kyuhyun gulps. His chest throbs with hard beatings.
I’m horny. Fuck me.
The buff man pulls out from Miss D. Miss D fists his cock and pumps it slowly up, down, up. Her tongue nibbles the tip of the erecting bratwurst, and her eyes gazing sharply at the buff man. Sungmin makes a weird sound, and Kyuhyun jolts.
“Ag-ah...”
And his head arches backward. Sungmin sees white. Everything around him is white-
Until someone pushes his head down, sending him to kiss the cushion on the floor, and digs up his pants from behind.
“I’m... curious about the way you masturbate. Can you show me again?”
“Huh-?”
Kyuhyun bites the end of his uniform and rolls it up as he licks Sungmin’s back from below his waist to his nape. The warmth from his breath blows Sungmin’s ears, and the bottom man sighs with needs.
“I-I think we got to stop this. I... I’m not gay.” Kyuhyun bites Sungmin’s left butt cheek as he continues to plant butterfly kisses while pulling down the smaller man’s pants and boxer down his thighs. Sungmin shivers with excitement.
“Neither do I.”
Sungmin wants to turn around and face Kyuhyun, but the man with dark, curly hair makes him stay facing the floor when he grabs his waist and starts to tickle him. Sungmin laughs and asks him to stop because he can't take it anymore, and that is when Kyuhyun’s other hand slides in and pokes the squirming and needy slit at his bottom.
Curious. Of what will happen when he do this and that.
Curious of how Sungmin will react.
He pushes his index finger slowly into the slit, and is amazed how the slit swallows it in tight. “Are you okay with this?”
“How can I be okay?? Take it out, now!!” but he fails to not to end it with a moan when Kyuhyun digs in deeper and makes a circling gesture inside him with that damn one fucking finger.
Interesting.
He moves the only one finger up; Sungmin grunts, his hands fisted and he slams his right hand onto the cushion next to his face. Something grumbles in his stomach, and he feels a tension at his groin. His member slowly turns upward, and he blushes. Kyuhyun moves the finger inside him downward, and the reaction is getting bigger. Sungmin is moving on his own, back and fro and the slit twitches as if welcoming Kyuhyun’s finger inside it happily. “Friction is the key, isn’t it?”
“Shut up! It’s... its reflex!” Kyuhyun giggles, and kisses his bottom another few butterfly smooch before nibbles the upper part of the slit, while he pushes in his third and fourth fingers inside it. Sungmin’s back arches; his mouth gapes widely, and his forehead is wet of sweat.
Kyuhyun must be fooling around if he says he doesn't enjoy this view. It’s exhilarating.
He fiddles the three fingers inside, and licks the slit all the same time, and send Sungmin growling and huffing, and not forgetting punching the innocent cushion as hard and as much as he can. “Amazing... three fingers at the same time and no lubes; you’re amazing Lee Sungmin.”
“Fuck you!” Sungmin scowls and Kyuhyun stops thrusting his fingers, but he leaves them inside. Sungmin’s body muscles strains and twitches to make the fingers feel not like an alien inside him. But then Kyuhyun carelessly pulls them all out, and Sungmin screams.
“Shhh! You’re loud.”
“ ‘cause it damn hurt, you idi-” Sungmin stops talking, because he can feel something is bulging up against his inner side of left thigh. Kyuhyun blushes, and smiles sheepishly.
“I need your help, too, you know?”
Curious.
Help me release.
“Do it yourself,” Sungmin spits, and pushes Kyuhyun away with his legs as he crawls forward and sits like a monk. Kyuhyun gapes, and sniffs like he is having a cold before he figures that Sungmin is far away than trying to be scary.
Spreading his legs wide, he slowly caresses his own member with Kyuhyun’s eyes on him, and smirks.
“If you really wanna try this, then I’m not Miss D, and we’re definitely not going to do shits from that cheap porn.” Licking his long upper lips, Kyuhyun nods and moves to Sungmin’s side, sliding out from his pants and releases his erection. Sungmin takes a look at Kyuhyun’s, and then at his own, and blushes (again, after being so cool about not following the porn steps).
“We’re not... gays, are we?” Sungmin asks. Right now Kyuhyun’s left hand is doing him the favour, as he does to Kyuhyun. The other man growls, and shakes his head.
“Like this? I-ah, don't know anything anymore. Nhnn.” Kyuhyun grip is tight on his, and Sungmin can feel a sensation twirling inside his stomach, just like what happened earlier, and he knows he is not going to last under this state. He lets go of Kyuhyun’s and fists the latter’s collar, face going all red and body heats up, shivering.
“Coming?”
“Uhhh.” His member hardens.
“Good, me too.” Kyuhyun touches the tip of his erection onto Sungmin’s, and pushes the smaller man down. Sungmin moans when Kyuhyun moves up and down, down and up above him, rubbing those two bratwursts together, fisting them both in one hand of his.
Curiosity is right-friction IS the best.
There is a squelching sound when the wet members slide against each other. And Kyuhyun’s hot tongue that nibbles against his left ear too, sounds just the same. “Kyuhyun-don't do that! Nnhnn~!”
“What’s the matter? You enjoy this.”
“It tickles.” Kyuhyun’s other hand is pressing his pelvis harshly against the floor, as if he wants to make Sungmin stay and just let him move alone. Fortunately, that makes the friction between his back skin and the cold floor becomes rougher, and it even arouses Sungmin more.
Yes, no doubt. Friction is the best.
Kyuhyun’s hand on their members is drenched wet with thick, sticky sperms. Kyuhyun breathes heavily when he throws himself to lie down next to Sungmin, and so does Sungmin. Their chests moving up and down in sync. And then Kyuhyun pulls his hand, caressing it gently.
“Now, can you take me in?”
He doesn't wait for the answer; Sungmin never expected for him to do so. Impatiently, Kyuhyun kisses his neck and sucking at somewhere between his neck and collarbones, leaving red traces of his teeth before softly moves his lips along Sungmin’s beautiful jaw lines to his cute round chin, in search for the latter’s lips when Sungmin cocks his head aside.
“No kissing.” Fluttered, Kyuhyun raises a brow. Sungmin blushes, and answers the silent question from the other male.
“Kissing indicates that we’re becoming gays.” Kyuhyun clucks his tongue against the wall of his mouth, and pulls Sungmin by the chin so that the bottom man will see directly to his face.
“If normal people masturbates the way we did just now, then maybe half of the women in this world will stay virgin.” Sungmin gags up, feeling as if he wants to retaliate the fact that Kyuhyun made up (because Kyuhyun always creates new facts that benefits him, not that he minds) when the latter grips his thick, light brown hair, so that Sungmin will look up to his smirking face, and forces his tongue inside the gaping mouth; tickling his walls and sucking his lips.
Why is friction always the best?
The tongues clashes, and Kyuhyun sucks the other’s tongue whenever Sungmin wants to pull away. Now that he’s at it, with their mouths connected intimately like this, Kyuhyun thinks that Sungmin has a sweet enticing smell coming out from his body. Like the smell of candies and marshmallows mixed together inside a case. He smiles against Sungmin’s lips when they finally lets go of each other for break of air.
“I’m... not... gay...”
“Just give it up, Sungmin. There’s no way we can back out from this. We’re screwed. As in totally after I do this,” he flips Sungmin’s thighs up, blowing the slit that he played with earlier, and sucks the two hanging balls that dangles above. Sungmin cusses him with words he never wants to know, yet it makes him even higher.
And Sungmin’s sweet odour really is a turn-on.
Sungmin is tearing up when Kyuhyun puts the same three fingers back into the slit, and moves them around to make it wider. When he separates his index and third fingers apart from each other, the slit twitches again, and Kyuhyun feels his fingers drenches in something wet. Snickering, he teases Sungmin.
“You scream no, but your body says yes. Now tell me, how can I refuse your offer?” Sungmin bites his lips in, and looks elsewhere. Kyuhyun laughs, and dances the fingers inside Sungmin again. His other hand is gently scribbling something invisible around the latter’s navel, zig-zagging through his slightly chubby abs, up to his chest-
And he stops.
“Your nipples are hard. Just like women’s.”
“Shut up! That’s where the endorphins stays, after all!” he brushes his fingers slightly above the hard sensitive points, and Sungmin shivers again. he is excited being touched there.
Friction is a TOTAL WIN.
He pushes his body to slide in between Sungmin’s spread legs, kisses his abs, his neck and back down to his chest (nipples! >.<). He figures that Sungmin is pretty flexible, maybe thanks to his martial arts activities, that to bend him almost half to a circle currently is possible, and Kyuhyun is putting it to practice. And Sungmin likes it (even though he don't admit it) when his body weight crushes in some parts, and his muscles contracts, messes up his breathing; oh my god he just realised that he is a masochist.
“Damn it.” Kyuhyun cusses; his lips are pinching the left nipple. He likes the squishy feels of it, it feels funny.
“Wha-what?”
“You love being in pain, aren’t you?” he brought his free hand down to Sungmin’s member, and rubs the tip. There’s a little leak of the sticky juice, and Sungmin withdraw his view to somewhere else.
“Sadist.”
“Masochist.” He thrusts his fingers faster in pace, and Sungmin’s member in his hand keeps trembling, as if waiting to be awaken the second (it’s actually the third) time.
“Sto-nnnggghhh... Kyuhyun!! Aahh!!”
He halts the release with his fingers choking the middle of the member, and Sungmin is in such a miserable, painful pleasure.
“Not yet.” His member is twitching, and Kyuhyun can't wait any longer. Holding it tight, he is a bit hesitated.
“Will it-”
“Stop being a chicken and put it in, you ass-”
“-and your asshole is mine.” Sungmin’s mouth gapes open, he seems like he is about to yell or scream or anything but whisper, yet there’s no words coming out. Kyuhyun smiles winningly.
His hands hold Sungmin’s calves tight when he pushes his member in, deeper than what he expected it to be. Sungmin’s back arches, his eyes closed and his hands fists Kyuhyun’s thighs.
Kyuhyun keeps pushing it in until to the very end, and Sungmin doesn't make a sound, and that makes him a tad worry. He grabs the latter’s face, cups his cheeks, and calls his name. Sungmin’s gape slowly turns into a dumb smile.
“Sungmin?” he is ready to pull out. His satisfaction is the other case, but safety (like don't drink and drive?) comes first. But Sungmin grabs his forearms, and shakes his head. His lips are still drawing a smile. His eyes looks as if they are dilating the lights (he’s already sounds like a cat with the purrs and all, Kyuhyun thinks).
“Am I in heaven, or what?” the feeling of being filled up somewhere he never imagined is definitely different from what he thought earlier. The little Kyuhyun inside him somehow touches something that sends vibration throughout his body, and all he wants right now is a stronger, harsher, faster series of thrust/fuck from Kyuhyun. He can't really care about whether he is a gay or not anymore.
“You hit your head somewhere?” Kyuhyun asks worriedly, yet his hips are already on the move. Slowly, he raises the speed, and Sungmin moans really are a strange motivation. Sungmin grunts, and scowls him for not being hard enough and that is a challenge.
Nobody challenges Cho Kyuhyun in sex. There’s always a reason why there are porns everywhere all over his room.
He forces his body to be nearer to Sungmin’s, clamping the latter’s legs closer to his own body, earning a satisfied grunt from him, and thrusts his hips back and forth even wilder.
“You’ll be sorry for that, Sungmin.”
Heaven. Friction IS heaven.
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Sungmin is still blaming the curiosity anyway.
“So, have you accepted your gayness yet?” Kyuhyun jumps to his seat, which has been (and will always be) either in front or next to Sungmin, steals a piece of crab nugget from his neighbour’s lunch box, and without even the slightest apology he swallows it in one swoop.
"Because if you have, I've rented a good DVD on how to have sex with your boyfriend."
“Do you really have to bitch about that to everyone? And stop saying I'm your boyfriend. Even if being gay is the last resort for me to be alive, I'll never choose you as my mate.”Sungmin throws a slice of capsicum and without a fail Kyuhyun stretches his neck and catch it with his mouth. A few female students clap their hands when they see that. Kyuhyun stands up and bows, as if it is a circus stage he is at.
“No. Not really. I only told them about how I prefer boys better than girls now. Well it's convenient. We're best friends, who turns out to be gays. No need to think about boyfriends and meeting new people.” Sungmin chomps on a piece of fried sweet pumpkin and some other edible stuff in his lunch box before Kyuhyun has the chance to strike again or he’ll lose his source of energy for school today. Kyuhyun snorts and points at his chin.
“Got something there. And one more thing; I didn't tell them about what we did-” he cries out of pain when Sungmin steps on his left foot and coughs strong enough; enough to tell him that he probably needs the painkiller in the infirmary right now.
“What’s the fucking matter with you, man??”
“You got some sauce on your pants.” Sungmin points out, and Kyuhyun checks the said place. He then hisses and walks out from the classroom heading to the toilet. Sungmin chuckles, and packs his lunch box up since the bell will ring for the next lesson in any minute now.
But a few seconds later, Kyuhyun peeks back into the class, and calls him out.
“What?” he grunts. Curious of the reason. Kyuhyun smirks, and then pulls his hand, running out and away from the class.
“We’re gays, right? Then let’s do some gay things to make it official.” Sungmin furrows his brow. Kyuhyun looks at his face, and smiles.
“Like what?”
As soon as they enter the toilet, Kyuhyun locks the main door, and pushes Sungmin against the cold marble wall, kissing him tenderly.
“Like ditching the next class, and helps me to clean my pants?”
Sungmin knew it; curiosity sucks. And friction is EVIL.
-End-
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Curiosity kills the cat.
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Curiosity.
“I got something for you. Crash at my place after school.”
“Okay.”
It all begins with curiosity.
“Sorry for intruding~!”
“Stop that, no one’s home.”
He totally blames the curiosity.
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Kyuhyun smirks, and hands him the DVD. Sungmin’s eyes go big.
“Meet Miss D.” Sungmin stare stare stare at the picture of a young woman with red lips, a fake mole on the right side of her chin; long wavy hair that drops on her shoulders and down to her bare chest. At her feet is a pair of shiny red boots, and her posture is as if she is ready to swell somebody’s crotch up (hands fisted in front of the chest, smirking lips, furrowed brow, left leg up).
“Miss D?”
Kyuhyun makes a funny gesture; fingers bend inwards, forming half fists as if he is pumping something out from his own chest. Sungmin laughs, and hands the DVD back to him.
“Is she good?” Kyuhyun makes a face as if he just had a week-old ramen for lunch, and shakes his head.
“Not as good as Mary Anne. Gosh I miss her! If only Ahra didn't do the rampage last week...” he mumbles, tongue slightly nipping out from his lips as he flattens the disk nicely onto the player’s tray, and hits ‘Play’. A flirty jazzy music drums in, and the girl who was on the cover earlier walks down from a half round stair, wearing nothing but the same red boots and a black booty.
After a few (long) minutes of waving her ass and boobs in front of the camera that keeps rolling around her and doesn't seem to focus all the time, a buff man comes in, and a drama starts. Some pushing and pulling acts, he finally fucks her.
She moans. And Kyuhyun catch a grunt.
“Sungmin? You need tissues?” Sungmin turns his back to Kyuhyun before he says yes. Chuckling, he grabs a box of tissues from the stand next to his bed, and throws it to the latter. Zips unfold, and Sungmin releases a soft moan.
Thump. Kyuhyun’s chest beats once, and he feels a lump forms inside his throat.
‘Annnnnhhhh!! Fasteeeeerrr!!’ Miss D screams, and Sungmin’s moans turns louder every time the buff man thrusts into her.
His back is still facing Kyuhyun.
Curiosity.
He is testing me.
Miss D might be doing a pose of upside down right now, and she might be moaning harder and lustier, but Kyuhyun has not interest to the screen at all. He watches Sungmin’s back becoming wet with sweats showing his muscular body underneath the fabric. He notices the hands that moves up and down slowly, slowly, medium speed, medium speed, medium speed, faster, faster, faster, and faster to frantically.
He sees sometimes Sungmin arks his head backwards, but not too obvious, and he mumbles things; things that probably doesn't even need to be mumbled because Kyuhyun thinks he can hear everything just fine.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Touch me. Touch me.
Anyone... Kyuhyun.
Fuck me.
When Kyuhyun turns to the screen, the buff man smiles, and slaps Miss D’s ass hard. He turns back to Sungmin, and sees Sungmin tilts his head to the right, glancing towards him; teary eyes, blossoming red cheeks. Kyuhyun gulps. His chest throbs with hard beatings.
I’m horny. Fuck me.
The buff man pulls out from Miss D. Miss D fists his cock and pumps it slowly up, down, up. Her tongue nibbles the tip of the erecting bratwurst, and her eyes gazing sharply at the buff man. Sungmin makes a weird sound, and Kyuhyun jolts.
“Ag-ah...”
And his head arches backward. Sungmin sees white. Everything around him is white-
Until someone pushes his head down, sending him to kiss the cushion on the floor, and digs up his pants from behind.
“I’m... curious about the way you masturbate. Can you show me again?”
“Huh-?”
Kyuhyun bites the end of his uniform and rolls it up as he licks Sungmin’s back from below his waist to his nape. The warmth from his breath blows Sungmin’s ears, and the bottom man sighs with needs.
“I-I think we got to stop this. I... I’m not gay.” Kyuhyun bites Sungmin’s left butt cheek as he continues to plant butterfly kisses while pulling down the smaller man’s pants and boxer down his thighs. Sungmin shivers with excitement.
“Neither do I.”
Sungmin wants to turn around and face Kyuhyun, but the man with dark, curly hair makes him stay facing the floor when he grabs his waist and starts to tickle him. Sungmin laughs and asks him to stop because he can't take it anymore, and that is when Kyuhyun’s other hand slides in and pokes the squirming and needy slit at his bottom.
Curious. Of what will happen when he do this and that.
Curious of how Sungmin will react.
He pushes his index finger slowly into the slit, and is amazed how the slit swallows it in tight. “Are you okay with this?”
“How can I be okay?? Take it out, now!!” but he fails to not to end it with a moan when Kyuhyun digs in deeper and makes a circling gesture inside him with that damn one fucking finger.
Interesting.
He moves the only one finger up; Sungmin grunts, his hands fisted and he slams his right hand onto the cushion next to his face. Something grumbles in his stomach, and he feels a tension at his groin. His member slowly turns upward, and he blushes. Kyuhyun moves the finger inside him downward, and the reaction is getting bigger. Sungmin is moving on his own, back and fro and the slit twitches as if welcoming Kyuhyun’s finger inside it happily. “Friction is the key, isn’t it?”
“Shut up! It’s... its reflex!” Kyuhyun giggles, and kisses his bottom another few butterfly smooch before nibbles the upper part of the slit, while he pushes in his third and fourth fingers inside it. Sungmin’s back arches; his mouth gapes widely, and his forehead is wet of sweat.
Kyuhyun must be fooling around if he says he doesn't enjoy this view. It’s exhilarating.
He fiddles the three fingers inside, and licks the slit all the same time, and send Sungmin growling and huffing, and not forgetting punching the innocent cushion as hard and as much as he can. “Amazing... three fingers at the same time and no lubes; you’re amazing Lee Sungmin.”
“Fuck you!” Sungmin scowls and Kyuhyun stops thrusting his fingers, but he leaves them inside. Sungmin’s body muscles strains and twitches to make the fingers feel not like an alien inside him. But then Kyuhyun carelessly pulls them all out, and Sungmin screams.
“Shhh! You’re loud.”
“ ‘cause it damn hurt, you idi-” Sungmin stops talking, because he can feel something is bulging up against his inner side of left thigh. Kyuhyun blushes, and smiles sheepishly.
“I need your help, too, you know?”
Curious.
Help me release.
“Do it yourself,” Sungmin spits, and pushes Kyuhyun away with his legs as he crawls forward and sits like a monk. Kyuhyun gapes, and sniffs like he is having a cold before he figures that Sungmin is far away than trying to be scary.
Spreading his legs wide, he slowly caresses his own member with Kyuhyun’s eyes on him, and smirks.
“If you really wanna try this, then I’m not Miss D, and we’re definitely not going to do shits from that cheap porn.” Licking his long upper lips, Kyuhyun nods and moves to Sungmin’s side, sliding out from his pants and releases his erection. Sungmin takes a look at Kyuhyun’s, and then at his own, and blushes (again, after being so cool about not following the porn steps).
“We’re not... gays, are we?” Sungmin asks. Right now Kyuhyun’s left hand is doing him the favour, as he does to Kyuhyun. The other man growls, and shakes his head.
“Like this? I-ah, don't know anything anymore. Nhnn.” Kyuhyun grip is tight on his, and Sungmin can feel a sensation twirling inside his stomach, just like what happened earlier, and he knows he is not going to last under this state. He lets go of Kyuhyun’s and fists the latter’s collar, face going all red and body heats up, shivering.
“Coming?”
“Uhhh.” His member hardens.
“Good, me too.” Kyuhyun touches the tip of his erection onto Sungmin’s, and pushes the smaller man down. Sungmin moans when Kyuhyun moves up and down, down and up above him, rubbing those two bratwursts together, fisting them both in one hand of his.
Curiosity is right-friction IS the best.
There is a squelching sound when the wet members slide against each other. And Kyuhyun’s hot tongue that nibbles against his left ear too, sounds just the same. “Kyuhyun-don't do that! Nnhnn~!”
“What’s the matter? You enjoy this.”
“It tickles.” Kyuhyun’s other hand is pressing his pelvis harshly against the floor, as if he wants to make Sungmin stay and just let him move alone. Fortunately, that makes the friction between his back skin and the cold floor becomes rougher, and it even arouses Sungmin more.
Yes, no doubt. Friction is the best.
Kyuhyun’s hand on their members is drenched wet with thick, sticky sperms. Kyuhyun breathes heavily when he throws himself to lie down next to Sungmin, and so does Sungmin. Their chests moving up and down in sync. And then Kyuhyun pulls his hand, caressing it gently.
“Now, can you take me in?”
He doesn't wait for the answer; Sungmin never expected for him to do so. Impatiently, Kyuhyun kisses his neck and sucking at somewhere between his neck and collarbones, leaving red traces of his teeth before softly moves his lips along Sungmin’s beautiful jaw lines to his cute round chin, in search for the latter’s lips when Sungmin cocks his head aside.
“No kissing.” Fluttered, Kyuhyun raises a brow. Sungmin blushes, and answers the silent question from the other male.
“Kissing indicates that we’re becoming gays.” Kyuhyun clucks his tongue against the wall of his mouth, and pulls Sungmin by the chin so that the bottom man will see directly to his face.
“If normal people masturbates the way we did just now, then maybe half of the women in this world will stay virgin.” Sungmin gags up, feeling as if he wants to retaliate the fact that Kyuhyun made up (because Kyuhyun always creates new facts that benefits him, not that he minds) when the latter grips his thick, light brown hair, so that Sungmin will look up to his smirking face, and forces his tongue inside the gaping mouth; tickling his walls and sucking his lips.
Why is friction always the best?
The tongues clashes, and Kyuhyun sucks the other’s tongue whenever Sungmin wants to pull away. Now that he’s at it, with their mouths connected intimately like this, Kyuhyun thinks that Sungmin has a sweet enticing smell coming out from his body. Like the smell of candies and marshmallows mixed together inside a case. He smiles against Sungmin’s lips when they finally lets go of each other for break of air.
“I’m... not... gay...”
“Just give it up, Sungmin. There’s no way we can back out from this. We’re screwed. As in totally after I do this,” he flips Sungmin’s thighs up, blowing the slit that he played with earlier, and sucks the two hanging balls that dangles above. Sungmin cusses him with words he never wants to know, yet it makes him even higher.
And Sungmin’s sweet odour really is a turn-on.
Sungmin is tearing up when Kyuhyun puts the same three fingers back into the slit, and moves them around to make it wider. When he separates his index and third fingers apart from each other, the slit twitches again, and Kyuhyun feels his fingers drenches in something wet. Snickering, he teases Sungmin.
“You scream no, but your body says yes. Now tell me, how can I refuse your offer?” Sungmin bites his lips in, and looks elsewhere. Kyuhyun laughs, and dances the fingers inside Sungmin again. His other hand is gently scribbling something invisible around the latter’s navel, zig-zagging through his slightly chubby abs, up to his chest-
And he stops.
“Your nipples are hard. Just like women’s.”
“Shut up! That’s where the endorphins stays, after all!” he brushes his fingers slightly above the hard sensitive points, and Sungmin shivers again. he is excited being touched there.
Friction is a TOTAL WIN.
He pushes his body to slide in between Sungmin’s spread legs, kisses his abs, his neck and back down to his chest (nipples! >.<). He figures that Sungmin is pretty flexible, maybe thanks to his martial arts activities, that to bend him almost half to a circle currently is possible, and Kyuhyun is putting it to practice. And Sungmin likes it (even though he don't admit it) when his body weight crushes in some parts, and his muscles contracts, messes up his breathing; oh my god he just realised that he is a masochist.
“Damn it.” Kyuhyun cusses; his lips are pinching the left nipple. He likes the squishy feels of it, it feels funny.
“Wha-what?”
“You love being in pain, aren’t you?” he brought his free hand down to Sungmin’s member, and rubs the tip. There’s a little leak of the sticky juice, and Sungmin withdraw his view to somewhere else.
“Sadist.”
“Masochist.” He thrusts his fingers faster in pace, and Sungmin’s member in his hand keeps trembling, as if waiting to be awaken the second (it’s actually the third) time.
“Sto-nnnggghhh... Kyuhyun!! Aahh!!”
He halts the release with his fingers choking the middle of the member, and Sungmin is in such a miserable, painful pleasure.
“Not yet.” His member is twitching, and Kyuhyun can't wait any longer. Holding it tight, he is a bit hesitated.
“Will it-”
“Stop being a chicken and put it in, you ass-”
“-and your asshole is mine.” Sungmin’s mouth gapes open, he seems like he is about to yell or scream or anything but whisper, yet there’s no words coming out. Kyuhyun smiles winningly.
His hands hold Sungmin’s calves tight when he pushes his member in, deeper than what he expected it to be. Sungmin’s back arches, his eyes closed and his hands fists Kyuhyun’s thighs.
Kyuhyun keeps pushing it in until to the very end, and Sungmin doesn't make a sound, and that makes him a tad worry. He grabs the latter’s face, cups his cheeks, and calls his name. Sungmin’s gape slowly turns into a dumb smile.
“Sungmin?” he is ready to pull out. His satisfaction is the other case, but safety (like don't drink and drive?) comes first. But Sungmin grabs his forearms, and shakes his head. His lips are still drawing a smile. His eyes looks as if they are dilating the lights (he’s already sounds like a cat with the purrs and all, Kyuhyun thinks).
“Am I in heaven, or what?” the feeling of being filled up somewhere he never imagined is definitely different from what he thought earlier. The little Kyuhyun inside him somehow touches something that sends vibration throughout his body, and all he wants right now is a stronger, harsher, faster series of thrust/fuck from Kyuhyun. He can't really care about whether he is a gay or not anymore.
“You hit your head somewhere?” Kyuhyun asks worriedly, yet his hips are already on the move. Slowly, he raises the speed, and Sungmin moans really are a strange motivation. Sungmin grunts, and scowls him for not being hard enough and that is a challenge.
Nobody challenges Cho Kyuhyun in sex. There’s always a reason why there are porns everywhere all over his room.
He forces his body to be nearer to Sungmin’s, clamping the latter’s legs closer to his own body, earning a satisfied grunt from him, and thrusts his hips back and forth even wilder.
“You’ll be sorry for that, Sungmin.”
Heaven. Friction IS heaven.
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Sungmin is still blaming the curiosity anyway.
“So, have you accepted your gayness yet?” Kyuhyun jumps to his seat, which has been (and will always be) either in front or next to Sungmin, steals a piece of crab nugget from his neighbour’s lunch box, and without even the slightest apology he swallows it in one swoop.
"Because if you have, I've rented a good DVD on how to have sex with your boyfriend."
“Do you really have to bitch about that to everyone? And stop saying I'm your boyfriend. Even if being gay is the last resort for me to be alive, I'll never choose you as my mate.”Sungmin throws a slice of capsicum and without a fail Kyuhyun stretches his neck and catch it with his mouth. A few female students clap their hands when they see that. Kyuhyun stands up and bows, as if it is a circus stage he is at.
“No. Not really. I only told them about how I prefer boys better than girls now. Well it's convenient. We're best friends, who turns out to be gays. No need to think about boyfriends and meeting new people.” Sungmin chomps on a piece of fried sweet pumpkin and some other edible stuff in his lunch box before Kyuhyun has the chance to strike again or he’ll lose his source of energy for school today. Kyuhyun snorts and points at his chin.
“Got something there. And one more thing; I didn't tell them about what we did-” he cries out of pain when Sungmin steps on his left foot and coughs strong enough; enough to tell him that he probably needs the painkiller in the infirmary right now.
“What’s the fucking matter with you, man??”
“You got some sauce on your pants.” Sungmin points out, and Kyuhyun checks the said place. He then hisses and walks out from the classroom heading to the toilet. Sungmin chuckles, and packs his lunch box up since the bell will ring for the next lesson in any minute now.
But a few seconds later, Kyuhyun peeks back into the class, and calls him out.
“What?” he grunts. Curious of the reason. Kyuhyun smirks, and then pulls his hand, running out and away from the class.
“We’re gays, right? Then let’s do some gay things to make it official.” Sungmin furrows his brow. Kyuhyun looks at his face, and smiles.
“Like what?”
As soon as they enter the toilet, Kyuhyun locks the main door, and pushes Sungmin against the cold marble wall, kissing him tenderly.
“Like ditching the next class, and helps me to clean my pants?”
Sungmin knew it; curiosity sucks. And friction is EVIL.
-End-