[Super Junior] Veni Vidi Vici (1/3), R, Kibum/everyone (+various)
The SJ15 afterparty fic I've been trying to write for the past two weeks, good god. I've finally decided that it's best to split it up to post because 6000+ words of porn in one sitting is likely to just bore everyone (since it bores me, just writing it, sob).
Thanks to everyone who listened to me whine about this fic. ♥ Because I have whined a lot about this fic.
Veni Vidi Vici - (1/3)
Super Junior (M), Kibum/everyone, (Henry/girls, Kangin/Eeteuk), R, 1520 words
Super Junior being slutty and boozed-up at the Super Show II afterparty. Kibum came. He saw. He conquered had a lot of a sex.
Veni Vidi Vici - (1/3)
by meiface
Kibum pulls the brim of his hat lower over his eyes before he steps out of the van into the sticky July night. It's decidedly cool, but the air sticks to his skin regardless, making him want to shrug off the thin wifebeater he's wearing.
As he stands by the open van door, three unfamiliar members of security surrounding him in their suits, he hears a wave of screaming. There's a crowd of fans being held back by a line of cars and more bodyguards. The girls shout and wave at him, following his every movement with their greedy little eyes, his name on their lips.
He feels a little uncomfortable. It's been a while since he's been exposed to this; he supposes he's out of practice. Doing his best to ignore them, he steps around the side of the van to head into the club where the party is being held. A bodyguard grabs his elbow, guides him, and Kibum wonders how the members will receive him. It's been a few weeks since he's seen most of them.
Over his own thoughts and the background of screams, he suddenly makes out the words of one particular girl:
"I WOULD GET ON MY KNEES FOR YOU, KIBUM," she's shrieking. "I WOULD SUCK YOU OFF SO HARD YOU'D SEE STARS."
Eyes widening, he can't help but cast a look over his shoulder. He can't make out which girl it is, in the swell of outraged screams that follow her proclamation. Chaos reigns behind him and the protective line of cars. Part of him his shocked, and part of him amused.
How their fans have evolved, he thinks to himself. From cries of "MARRY ME!" to something like this.
He can't say truthfully that the offer doesn't intrigue him - what healthy guy would turn down a blowjob? But he knows better than to risk anything stupid with the fans.
Besides, Kibum can get his thrills elsewhere. A smirk curves his lips as he turns back toward the entrance of the club, eyeing it with intent. Inside, Kibum can get all the sex he wants, including the best and heretofore unmatched blowjob of his life.
He licks his lips and lets security usher him through the doors.
***
Sungmin is the first one to spot him. "Kibum!" he exclaims and nearly spills the drink in his hands. The girls at his side - Kibum doesn't recognize them either, but he was never good with faces even before he took this extended hiatus - reach out to steady his arm. Sungmin doesn't seem to notice them, only smiling widely at Kibum, his eyes crinkling.
"I didn't know you were coming! I thought Heechul-hyung was only playing around when he said you were showing up!"
Kibum edges away from the bodyguards who saw him safely into the club and limps to the bar where Sungmin sits with his contingency of girls. "Yeah, sorry," he says, taking a seat on the bar stool beside him. "I was supposed to make it in time for the encore, but there were flight delays and all that business with health inspections."
He sees the glassy look in Sungmin's eyes and surmises that his hyung is well on his way to being drunk. The party's been underway for some time, then, he concludes as the music changes from a heavy bass beat to something mid-tempo. He wonders at the girls surrounding Sungmin, who has always been popular but has never seemed to revel in it. In fact, Kibum always thought Sungmin and Shindong -
Kibum watches with some surprise as Henry slinks to the bar on Sungmin's other side and all the girls flock instantly to surround him, feathering their hands all over his body, gripping at his arm and side and hip. "Henry," they purr, all smiles and attention.
"He's kind of a slut," Sungmin says fondly, patting Henry's ass around the girl who's draped herself over his shoulders. Henry grins widely at him, wrapping his arm around the girl's waist. "Really popular with the noonas."
"I see," Kibum comments, wry. Things have changed in the weeks he's been away. He doesn't remember Henry being quite so popular with the ladies, but then again, he has never seen Henry drunk and in bars either. Maybe he's always been this way.
A hand catches his arm, distracting him from thoughts of Henry all grown up. In the dim lighting of the club, Sungmin leans over and peers at his face. "How's your leg feeling?" he asks.
"It's okay. Not completely 100% yet--" Kibum stops talking as it is evident that Sungmin isn't listening at all. His eyes are wide and bright and too close, suddenly, as he wavers slightly on his seat into Kibum's personal space. His lips are damp and pink and smiling.
Afterparties, Kibum remembers with a lick of anticipation, are always the most fun. Leaning forward, he closes that last inch between them and catches Sungmin's lips with his own, pressing in and licking into that warm mouth. His tongue curls against Sungmin's and he can feel the little gasp, the tightening of Sungmin's hand on his arm. He tastes strongly of rum, warm and heady. This party has indeed been underway for some time.
Kibum deepens the kiss and Sungmin squirms a little, pleased.
He sighs a low sound as they draw apart. "Mm," he murmurs, licking his lips with his eyes still shut. "Welcome back, Kibum."
Kibum grins. "Thanks, hyung."
***
Ten minutes later, he's propped up on a red lounge sofa, resting his foot as he looks around the club. He left the bar after stealing Henry away briefly to put on a show, and he smirks at the memory. Nothing makes some girls hotter than watching too attractive guys make out. So he helped Henry along a little, mouthing at his neck, licking at his jaw, and Henry shivered in the circle of his arms, newfound confidence shaken.
He's still the hyung in this relationship. Kibum made that known, dragging his teeth over Henry's ear and eliciting a low little whimper. He left Henry again surrounded by girls and Sungmin's laughter.
He runs a hand idly over his stomach, fiddling with the hem of his wifebeater. No one else has recognized him yet, possibly due to his hat pulled low over his eyes. Kibum isn't bothered. He much prefers being left alone to people-watch.
And, oh, he does have quite the view.
He smiles to himself and sinks back into the sofa to enjoy the view. On the lounging couch across from him, steeped in shadows and colored with the sporadic flashes of neon light, he recognizes two very familiar bodies. He doesn't need to glimpse their faces to know them, not when the lines of their bodies are clear, the color of their hair obvious when caught in the light. Eeteuk is on top of Kangin, splayed over his lap, legs tangled on the sofa. They are kissing, desperately, mindless of their surroundings. Kangin's hands are buried deep in Eeteuk's hair, clutching him close, as they move together.
Kibum feels warm, a slow burn low in his gut as he stares unabashedly. There's a glimpse of wet, pink tongue as Eeteuk gasps and throws his head back. Kangin kisses his throat, the hand in Eeteuk's hair pulling his head back, and Kibum sees a glint of teeth.
Public sex, he thinks with a silent laugh, shifting his position and feeling himself harden against his shorts. He spreads his legs a little and drags his tongue over his lips. His hyungs have to be drunk to have gotten to this point. There are perks to coming late.
Eeteuk's moan is ragged. An pulse of fluorescent green lights up the club and Kangin's fingers are in Eeteuk's mouth, wet and slick, as Eeteuk squirms his way fully onto Kangin's lap. His hips rock, and Kangin's groan carries low under the sound of the bass, traveling directly to Kibum's cock. The club goes dark again, and once more it's throbbing music and moving shadows, indistinct silhouettes scrabbling at each other.
His hand drops into his lap, and then he's rubbing unashamedly at his straining arousal. He's not even drunk, he thinks. He needs more alcohol in his system. But fuck if this isn't the same sort of electric thrill, running through his veins.
Kibum is sure he doesn't make any untoward, obvious noise as he presses his palm down over his shorts - but suddenly Eeteuk gasps and lifts his head. He looks straight at Kibum, eyes catching the light as he stares.
"Kibum," he manages to say.
Kibum stares back as Kangin dips a hand below Eeteuk's waistband and turns to look at him too. "Hey kid," he says with this half-grin. "Good to see you." He does something with his fingers that makes Eeteuk tense and shudder and that makes Kibum's erection leap. His throat is dry as Eeteuk pushes his hips into Kangin's hand, still straddling him on the couch. His head lolls.
"Welcome back," he says hoarsely.
(2/3)
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Started: 2009.07.22
Notes: Part 2 will be, um, longer and pornier. orz And...up in a few days, after I get back to the US (leaving tomorrow noooo). Will finish up Part 3 and write some more fratboy AU!Qmi while I'm on the plane.
Thanks to everyone who listened to me whine about this fic. ♥ Because I have whined a lot about this fic.
Veni Vidi Vici - (1/3)
Super Junior (M), Kibum/everyone, (Henry/girls, Kangin/Eeteuk), R, 1520 words
Super Junior being slutty and boozed-up at the Super Show II afterparty. Kibum came. He saw. He conquered had a lot of a sex.
Veni Vidi Vici - (1/3)
by meiface
Kibum pulls the brim of his hat lower over his eyes before he steps out of the van into the sticky July night. It's decidedly cool, but the air sticks to his skin regardless, making him want to shrug off the thin wifebeater he's wearing.
As he stands by the open van door, three unfamiliar members of security surrounding him in their suits, he hears a wave of screaming. There's a crowd of fans being held back by a line of cars and more bodyguards. The girls shout and wave at him, following his every movement with their greedy little eyes, his name on their lips.
He feels a little uncomfortable. It's been a while since he's been exposed to this; he supposes he's out of practice. Doing his best to ignore them, he steps around the side of the van to head into the club where the party is being held. A bodyguard grabs his elbow, guides him, and Kibum wonders how the members will receive him. It's been a few weeks since he's seen most of them.
Over his own thoughts and the background of screams, he suddenly makes out the words of one particular girl:
"I WOULD GET ON MY KNEES FOR YOU, KIBUM," she's shrieking. "I WOULD SUCK YOU OFF SO HARD YOU'D SEE STARS."
Eyes widening, he can't help but cast a look over his shoulder. He can't make out which girl it is, in the swell of outraged screams that follow her proclamation. Chaos reigns behind him and the protective line of cars. Part of him his shocked, and part of him amused.
How their fans have evolved, he thinks to himself. From cries of "MARRY ME!" to something like this.
He can't say truthfully that the offer doesn't intrigue him - what healthy guy would turn down a blowjob? But he knows better than to risk anything stupid with the fans.
Besides, Kibum can get his thrills elsewhere. A smirk curves his lips as he turns back toward the entrance of the club, eyeing it with intent. Inside, Kibum can get all the sex he wants, including the best and heretofore unmatched blowjob of his life.
He licks his lips and lets security usher him through the doors.
***
Sungmin is the first one to spot him. "Kibum!" he exclaims and nearly spills the drink in his hands. The girls at his side - Kibum doesn't recognize them either, but he was never good with faces even before he took this extended hiatus - reach out to steady his arm. Sungmin doesn't seem to notice them, only smiling widely at Kibum, his eyes crinkling.
"I didn't know you were coming! I thought Heechul-hyung was only playing around when he said you were showing up!"
Kibum edges away from the bodyguards who saw him safely into the club and limps to the bar where Sungmin sits with his contingency of girls. "Yeah, sorry," he says, taking a seat on the bar stool beside him. "I was supposed to make it in time for the encore, but there were flight delays and all that business with health inspections."
He sees the glassy look in Sungmin's eyes and surmises that his hyung is well on his way to being drunk. The party's been underway for some time, then, he concludes as the music changes from a heavy bass beat to something mid-tempo. He wonders at the girls surrounding Sungmin, who has always been popular but has never seemed to revel in it. In fact, Kibum always thought Sungmin and Shindong -
Kibum watches with some surprise as Henry slinks to the bar on Sungmin's other side and all the girls flock instantly to surround him, feathering their hands all over his body, gripping at his arm and side and hip. "Henry," they purr, all smiles and attention.
"He's kind of a slut," Sungmin says fondly, patting Henry's ass around the girl who's draped herself over his shoulders. Henry grins widely at him, wrapping his arm around the girl's waist. "Really popular with the noonas."
"I see," Kibum comments, wry. Things have changed in the weeks he's been away. He doesn't remember Henry being quite so popular with the ladies, but then again, he has never seen Henry drunk and in bars either. Maybe he's always been this way.
A hand catches his arm, distracting him from thoughts of Henry all grown up. In the dim lighting of the club, Sungmin leans over and peers at his face. "How's your leg feeling?" he asks.
"It's okay. Not completely 100% yet--" Kibum stops talking as it is evident that Sungmin isn't listening at all. His eyes are wide and bright and too close, suddenly, as he wavers slightly on his seat into Kibum's personal space. His lips are damp and pink and smiling.
Afterparties, Kibum remembers with a lick of anticipation, are always the most fun. Leaning forward, he closes that last inch between them and catches Sungmin's lips with his own, pressing in and licking into that warm mouth. His tongue curls against Sungmin's and he can feel the little gasp, the tightening of Sungmin's hand on his arm. He tastes strongly of rum, warm and heady. This party has indeed been underway for some time.
Kibum deepens the kiss and Sungmin squirms a little, pleased.
He sighs a low sound as they draw apart. "Mm," he murmurs, licking his lips with his eyes still shut. "Welcome back, Kibum."
Kibum grins. "Thanks, hyung."
***
Ten minutes later, he's propped up on a red lounge sofa, resting his foot as he looks around the club. He left the bar after stealing Henry away briefly to put on a show, and he smirks at the memory. Nothing makes some girls hotter than watching too attractive guys make out. So he helped Henry along a little, mouthing at his neck, licking at his jaw, and Henry shivered in the circle of his arms, newfound confidence shaken.
He's still the hyung in this relationship. Kibum made that known, dragging his teeth over Henry's ear and eliciting a low little whimper. He left Henry again surrounded by girls and Sungmin's laughter.
He runs a hand idly over his stomach, fiddling with the hem of his wifebeater. No one else has recognized him yet, possibly due to his hat pulled low over his eyes. Kibum isn't bothered. He much prefers being left alone to people-watch.
And, oh, he does have quite the view.
He smiles to himself and sinks back into the sofa to enjoy the view. On the lounging couch across from him, steeped in shadows and colored with the sporadic flashes of neon light, he recognizes two very familiar bodies. He doesn't need to glimpse their faces to know them, not when the lines of their bodies are clear, the color of their hair obvious when caught in the light. Eeteuk is on top of Kangin, splayed over his lap, legs tangled on the sofa. They are kissing, desperately, mindless of their surroundings. Kangin's hands are buried deep in Eeteuk's hair, clutching him close, as they move together.
Kibum feels warm, a slow burn low in his gut as he stares unabashedly. There's a glimpse of wet, pink tongue as Eeteuk gasps and throws his head back. Kangin kisses his throat, the hand in Eeteuk's hair pulling his head back, and Kibum sees a glint of teeth.
Public sex, he thinks with a silent laugh, shifting his position and feeling himself harden against his shorts. He spreads his legs a little and drags his tongue over his lips. His hyungs have to be drunk to have gotten to this point. There are perks to coming late.
Eeteuk's moan is ragged. An pulse of fluorescent green lights up the club and Kangin's fingers are in Eeteuk's mouth, wet and slick, as Eeteuk squirms his way fully onto Kangin's lap. His hips rock, and Kangin's groan carries low under the sound of the bass, traveling directly to Kibum's cock. The club goes dark again, and once more it's throbbing music and moving shadows, indistinct silhouettes scrabbling at each other.
His hand drops into his lap, and then he's rubbing unashamedly at his straining arousal. He's not even drunk, he thinks. He needs more alcohol in his system. But fuck if this isn't the same sort of electric thrill, running through his veins.
Kibum is sure he doesn't make any untoward, obvious noise as he presses his palm down over his shorts - but suddenly Eeteuk gasps and lifts his head. He looks straight at Kibum, eyes catching the light as he stares.
"Kibum," he manages to say.
Kibum stares back as Kangin dips a hand below Eeteuk's waistband and turns to look at him too. "Hey kid," he says with this half-grin. "Good to see you." He does something with his fingers that makes Eeteuk tense and shudder and that makes Kibum's erection leap. His throat is dry as Eeteuk pushes his hips into Kangin's hand, still straddling him on the couch. His head lolls.
"Welcome back," he says hoarsely.
(2/3)
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Started: 2009.07.22
Notes: Part 2 will be, um, longer and pornier. orz And...up in a few days, after I get back to the US (leaving tomorrow noooo). Will finish up Part 3 and write some more fratboy AU!Qmi while I'm on the plane.