[Stress Relief] Sungmin~Smut
Title: Stress Relief
Genre: SMUT, bits of crack
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyumin, implied Eunhae, Hanchul, Kangsung; fantasy!Kibum x Sungmin, Siwon x Sungmin
Summary: Stressed and alone in his dorm, Sungmin decides to have a bit of fun as he relieves his stress.
A/N: The parts in italics represent Sungmin's fantasy (IE. what he's thinking while he's... you know... hehe). I hope it isn't too confusing. The grammar and such was broken, because who the hell dreams/fantasizes in perfect grammar <333 Comments are appreciated
Sungmin collapsed on his bed, exhausted after coming home from his early morning schedule with Yesung. The two had just finished recording for 1000 song challenge, and while the show was not particularly physically demanding, Sungmin was nonetheless tired. Tired and stressed from everything.
He carelessly slipped into his pajamas without getting up, wriggling around on his bed, making awkward creaking noises. No one else was home so it didn’t matter. Yesung had gone to Kangin’s apartment instead of coming back to the dorm with him.
Sungmin vaguely remembered Kangin telling the members that he was off for most of the day
Best way to relieve stress? Sungmin felt himself smirk as he answered his own question, a smirk that would have Kyuhyun smacking him telling him to get a grip of himself.
Unconsciously, his hand trailed to the fork in his legs, touching his skin, feeling the warm flesh underneath his soft pajamas. His other hand reached for his hair and tugged on it gently, feeling the softness spread on his fingers.
Sungmin moaned as his right hand grasped his length, tugging at the appendage in hopes of getting blood flowing to the muscle. He didn’t require much effort before his length responded to his familiar touch.
Relieving stress was essential for an idol, or an artist for that matter. Relieving stress makes you skin better, your personality brighter, makes your smile more dazzling. Relieving built up stress made you less snappy in front of cameras, make people take note of your positive qualities. Sungmin mentally noted that he was less subjective to mood swinging if he had some sort of stress relief, be it self or with Kyu, and he actually felt happier the next day.
Maybe that was why Donghae was always so happy and bouncy all the time. Sungmin didn't want to know what he and Hyukkie do by themselves. Heechul had severe mood swings, guess that was dependant on how much Hankyung was willing to give him the night before. Their leader Leeteuk always had a worried look draped across his face, constantly muttering to himself as he fumbled with the most trivial things. That was left for interpretation.
Since all the other members were out on schedules, and Yesung seeking his own form of stress relief (Sungmin had known what the man was up to even before when he stuttered, trying to make up some lame excuse). Sungmin seized the opportunity. Opportunities are rare, they weren’t given to you whenever you wanted, you needed to strive and make them happen.
Sungmin’s fingers wrapped around the length as his mind went wild with thoughts. He wondered what his Kyu was doing right now.
He’s probably making some snarky comments on a show again, that Kyu needs some lessons about what to do with that naughty mouth of his.
That mouth of his needs to be put to better tasks instead of constantly insulting people. God I can use his mouth right now.
Sungmin increased the pace of his rubbing as his mind flew wild with colourful thoughts.
Mmmm… that’s right Kyu… harder Kyu, rub me faster. Kyuhyun held Sungmin by his dick, smirking as he had all the power, full control over Sungmin.
Ohhh Kyuuuu… make me come, come on Kyuu… Sungmin moaned and whined, pouting his lips as Kyuhyun gave him his signature smirk.
No. Kyuhyun suddenly stopped and smirked at Sungmin, his needy boyfriend lying helplessly on his bed, begging to be touched.
Fuck you and touch me. Sungmin snarled before Kyuhyun gave a small chuckle and continued his pumping.
Sungmin kept imagining that it was Kyuhyun tugging at his member, stroking it wildly up and down as his precum leaked down the length, naturally lubing it up.
Kyuhyun ah… mm faster, oh faster Kyu. Faster Kyu…
Sungmin began panting, his chest heaving up and down as his hand slowed down his pacing. Slow and steady wins the race. What fun would it be if it ended so fast, besides Sungmin needed practice with his stamina. He despised the snarky look Kyuhyun would give him every time he reached his climax, the look that pretty much said ‘I can please you better than you can please me because you have your orgasm so much quicker than me’, followed by an evil smirk.
Sungmin hated losing, especially to Kyuhyun since his boyfriend would shoot him sarcastic remarks, driving Sungmin to the point of insanity. The good type of insanity.
His other hand snaked up his shirt, roughly pushing it up revealing his hot skin to the cooler air, his fingers already poised for his nipple.
Mmm… oh yeah…
Sungmin imagined Siwon with only a towel wrapped around his waist, the water complimenting his chiseled muscles after taking his shower.
Siwon ah… Sungmin pouted and wiggled his smaller body, acting needy and his eyes closed as he moaned. Siwon walked over to him and squeezed his nipples simuntaneously. Flicking them as they walked towards the bed, Siwon guiding Sungmin with only his twisting, Sungmin fell onto the bed as Siwon fell on top of him.
Siwon ah… ohhh… Siwon pressed the nubs hard into his body before pulling them out, twisting and turning them, intensifying the pleasures that exploded in Sungmin. His large slender fingers toyed with Sungmin’s nipples as Sungmin felt helpless to his touch.
Sungmin mimicked the movements in his mind as his hand left his throbbing cock as it flew up to his nipple. Both his fingers tweaking his nubs, working at a slow sensual pace.
Siwon… help hyung. Will you help Sungmin hyung? Siwon smirked in his thoughts as he leaned in closer to Sungmin. Sungmin could feel his breath on his skin as Siwon took a nipple in his mouth,
Oh… ahh Siwon.
Sungmin gripped his bedsheets as if it was Siwon’s hair, urging the younger muscular man to continue what he was doing.
Siwon ah…. Siwon smirked as he flicked his nipple slowly, driving Sungmin mad. He reached down and took a sharp bite.
Sungmin flicked his left nipple, imagining it was Siwon’s tongue as he pinched it hard, the pain equaling the pleasure when Siwon
Ahh Siwon ah… Ohhh Siwon fuck me…
Siwon disappeared from his mind as Kibum appeared, with his charming smile and gorgeous body. Though not the body of a Greek God, Kibum’s body was perfect, muscular at the essential areas, yet his skin soft and smooth like a baby.
Kibum… Kibum ah. Sungmin moaned out his name as he tossed in his bed, putting on a mini show for his dongsaeng.
Sungmin flopped himself up and down on the bed towards his drawer as he hastily pulled out his pink vibrating dildo that he had Yesung hyung buy for him. He groaned when he couldn’t find the lube as he was forced to sit up to retrieve the bottle.
Bummie… can you… put it in me?
Kibum looked puzzled as Sungmin held the dildo in front of him, acting stupid and confused, waving it around and using it as a telescope.
Kibum snatched the neon pink toy from his hand and granted Sungmin’s wish as he shoved it roughly into his waiting entrance.
Sungmin coated the toy with lube as he slid it in himself, turning the vibration onto medium. His nipples remained perked up and sore after their treatment as Sungmin gripped his neglected length yet again.
Bummie… Kibum wrapped his hand around Sungmin’s hard arousal.
Sungmin began rubbing himself again, all the while moaning Kibum’s name.
Kibum… oh Kibum. Ahhhhh… Ngahh… Ngahhh
Sungmin clenched the sheets as the dildo slid in and out of his gaping entrance, his moaning reaching higher levels.
Kibum ah… Sungmin moaned lustfully, his cheeks flushed red as Kibum smiled at him. His charming smile that melted the hearts of men and women alike.
Bummie ah… Sungmin panted as Kibum began stroking him faster. Bummie, oh Kibum…
Kibummm ahhh… Ngahh… ouahh… Kibum… stop...ah ah ah… please… ahh
Sungmin’s hand flew up and down his length as he continued panting, moaning, grunting, making all sorts of awkward noises that would have Ryeowook constantly asking him if he was okay.
Kibum… oh Kibum… since when were you… ouahhh… so knowl… ledgable.
Kibum continued smiling down at Sungmin as he helped his hyung reach orgasm.
Bummie… ahh Bummie… faster. Kibum please…
Sungmin reached for his nipple and twitched the nub, extending his pleasure as his hand whipped up and down his leaking length, the precum glistening and coating his fingers.
Kibum smiled as Sungmin arched his back off his soft bed, his hips protruding forward, his cock twitching, begging to be touched and petted.
Kibum ah… why did you stop… Sungmin wailed, wiggling around as his hard cock wavered in the same motion.
Sungmin stopped his touching as a wave of heat pool at his lower abdomen, his length throbbing harder and harder as his orgasm neared.
Not yet hyung, the fun just began.
Sungmin brushed his hair out of his face as he threw his arms by his side. His hand ached from the pleasure he was giving himself, the palm even felt numb. He felt his length twitch, but he ignored it. He needed to last longer with Kyuhyun.
Kibum you tease… ah ah … faster ah.. ah ah ah… Kibum grabbed his cock again and began furiously stroking it.
Sungmin moaned as his stroking hit higher level, his fingers tugging at the head of his cock as they slid down the length, stroking each and every bit of his delicate skin. He flicked the dildo onto the fastest speed.
Kibum.. stop please.. ahhh… Kibummm… no please stop…
You like this hyung? Kibum smiled down at him, a more sinister smile compared to his usual bright cheerful ones.
Bummie… no no…ah ah ah… I’m… gonn… gonna… come
Come for me hyung.
Kyuhyun, Siwon and Kibum’s voice echoed in his head. All three hands stroked his weeping length, pumping it faster and faster as Sungmin wailed, begging them to stop.
Come for me Sungmin hyung. All three of them said simultaneously.
Sungmin stroked like there was no tomorrow, his hand ready to break off as he rubbed himself to orgasm, his back lifting off the bed as he prepared for the wave of euphoria. The dildo slid inside deeper, hitting the special spot for the first time, sending Sungmin past the point of no return.
His vision went blank, his thoughts suddenly void of his three dongsaengs, as the spurts of cum ejected from his cock. Sungmin watched the shot of white nectar soar in the air, slow motion as it approached his face, landing on his cheek.
Another wave of ecstasy took over his body as he trembled, ejecting two more spurts that hit his face, one in his hair and the other right on the lips.
Sungmin collapsed on his bed, a trail of his white nectar dotting his body, his face. The room smelled of sweat and sex, but Sungmin didn’t mind. The others weren’t going to be home soon anyways.
Wrong.
Suddenly the door clicked open and he heard two voices. Sungmin bolted up from the bed and hastily grabbed tissues to clean up the mess he made.
“Sungmin hyung?” A familiar high pitched voice called out.
Ryeowook.
“Is he even here?” A lower voice added. Sungmin heard the refrigerator door open. Sungmin didn’t know who that was, but he didn’t care. There were more important things to be done, including cleaning up his post orgasm mess.
He immediately wiped off his cum from his face, strands of his hair sticking together like glue as he dabbed the bit on his cheek.
“Hyung?”
“Wookie, I’m in my room.” Sungmin called out. Footsteps immediately echoed in the hall as they approached the room he had shared with Kyuhyun. Sungmin quickly and carelessly wiped off as much as he could on his stomach before he pulled his shirt down, just before the door whipped open.
“Hyung whatcha doinggg…” Ryeowook opened the door and chirped, before his nose wrinkled, “what’s that smell?”
“Old laundry… heh… we’re messy in here.” Sungmin shrugged innocently, pointing his head at a heap of dirty clothes, most of them belonging to the magnae.
“Hyung, you can’t be so messy…” Ryeowook frowned as Siwon appeared behind him, with a can of juice in his hands. Sungmin blushed when he saw Siwon, he swore Siwon winked at him. His large masculine hands gripped the can ever so gently, just like how he had imagined it.
“Yah Kyuhyun needs to clean up the pace.” Sungmin wrinkled his nose as Ryeowook made a fuss about cleaning the flat and opening all the windows for fresh air.
“Anyways, cleaning aside,” Siwon stepped in, “we wanna go watch a movie, do you want to come hyung?
“Sure okay.” Sungmin smiled sweetly, “just let me get changed first.”
The two closed the door as Sungmin finished cleaning himself up, tossing the ball of sticky tissue into the waste basket. Pulling off his sweaty shirt, Sungmin could smell his seed still on him, radiating its aroma as Sungmin pulled on a fresh shirt.
He walked outside as Siwon wrapped an arm around Sungmin, pulling him closer to him as they walked out the door.
~*~*~*~*
Whatever practice Sungmin tried, it was no use. Sungmin was always excited when he was with Kyuhyun. The magnae drove him crazy with his fingers, his hands, his tongue, his lips, his cock, his everything. Sungmin would always lose to Kyuhyun.
It wasn’t like Sungmin minded. It was Kyuhyun after all. Sungmin had every reason to lose to his boyfriend.
Genre: SMUT, bits of crack
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyumin, implied Eunhae, Hanchul, Kangsung; fantasy!Kibum x Sungmin, Siwon x Sungmin
Summary: Stressed and alone in his dorm, Sungmin decides to have a bit of fun as he relieves his stress.
A/N: The parts in italics represent Sungmin's fantasy (IE. what he's thinking while he's... you know... hehe). I hope it isn't too confusing. The grammar and such was broken, because who the hell dreams/fantasizes in perfect grammar <333 Comments are appreciated
Sungmin collapsed on his bed, exhausted after coming home from his early morning schedule with Yesung. The two had just finished recording for 1000 song challenge, and while the show was not particularly physically demanding, Sungmin was nonetheless tired. Tired and stressed from everything.
He carelessly slipped into his pajamas without getting up, wriggling around on his bed, making awkward creaking noises. No one else was home so it didn’t matter. Yesung had gone to Kangin’s apartment instead of coming back to the dorm with him.
Sungmin vaguely remembered Kangin telling the members that he was off for most of the day
Best way to relieve stress? Sungmin felt himself smirk as he answered his own question, a smirk that would have Kyuhyun smacking him telling him to get a grip of himself.
Unconsciously, his hand trailed to the fork in his legs, touching his skin, feeling the warm flesh underneath his soft pajamas. His other hand reached for his hair and tugged on it gently, feeling the softness spread on his fingers.
Sungmin moaned as his right hand grasped his length, tugging at the appendage in hopes of getting blood flowing to the muscle. He didn’t require much effort before his length responded to his familiar touch.
Relieving stress was essential for an idol, or an artist for that matter. Relieving stress makes you skin better, your personality brighter, makes your smile more dazzling. Relieving built up stress made you less snappy in front of cameras, make people take note of your positive qualities. Sungmin mentally noted that he was less subjective to mood swinging if he had some sort of stress relief, be it self or with Kyu, and he actually felt happier the next day.
Maybe that was why Donghae was always so happy and bouncy all the time. Sungmin didn't want to know what he and Hyukkie do by themselves. Heechul had severe mood swings, guess that was dependant on how much Hankyung was willing to give him the night before. Their leader Leeteuk always had a worried look draped across his face, constantly muttering to himself as he fumbled with the most trivial things. That was left for interpretation.
Since all the other members were out on schedules, and Yesung seeking his own form of stress relief (Sungmin had known what the man was up to even before when he stuttered, trying to make up some lame excuse). Sungmin seized the opportunity. Opportunities are rare, they weren’t given to you whenever you wanted, you needed to strive and make them happen.
Sungmin’s fingers wrapped around the length as his mind went wild with thoughts. He wondered what his Kyu was doing right now.
He’s probably making some snarky comments on a show again, that Kyu needs some lessons about what to do with that naughty mouth of his.
That mouth of his needs to be put to better tasks instead of constantly insulting people. God I can use his mouth right now.
Sungmin increased the pace of his rubbing as his mind flew wild with colourful thoughts.
Mmmm… that’s right Kyu… harder Kyu, rub me faster. Kyuhyun held Sungmin by his dick, smirking as he had all the power, full control over Sungmin.
Ohhh Kyuuuu… make me come, come on Kyuu… Sungmin moaned and whined, pouting his lips as Kyuhyun gave him his signature smirk.
No. Kyuhyun suddenly stopped and smirked at Sungmin, his needy boyfriend lying helplessly on his bed, begging to be touched.
Fuck you and touch me. Sungmin snarled before Kyuhyun gave a small chuckle and continued his pumping.
Sungmin kept imagining that it was Kyuhyun tugging at his member, stroking it wildly up and down as his precum leaked down the length, naturally lubing it up.
Kyuhyun ah… mm faster, oh faster Kyu. Faster Kyu…
Sungmin began panting, his chest heaving up and down as his hand slowed down his pacing. Slow and steady wins the race. What fun would it be if it ended so fast, besides Sungmin needed practice with his stamina. He despised the snarky look Kyuhyun would give him every time he reached his climax, the look that pretty much said ‘I can please you better than you can please me because you have your orgasm so much quicker than me’, followed by an evil smirk.
Sungmin hated losing, especially to Kyuhyun since his boyfriend would shoot him sarcastic remarks, driving Sungmin to the point of insanity. The good type of insanity.
His other hand snaked up his shirt, roughly pushing it up revealing his hot skin to the cooler air, his fingers already poised for his nipple.
Mmm… oh yeah…
Sungmin imagined Siwon with only a towel wrapped around his waist, the water complimenting his chiseled muscles after taking his shower.
Siwon ah… Sungmin pouted and wiggled his smaller body, acting needy and his eyes closed as he moaned. Siwon walked over to him and squeezed his nipples simuntaneously. Flicking them as they walked towards the bed, Siwon guiding Sungmin with only his twisting, Sungmin fell onto the bed as Siwon fell on top of him.
Siwon ah… ohhh… Siwon pressed the nubs hard into his body before pulling them out, twisting and turning them, intensifying the pleasures that exploded in Sungmin. His large slender fingers toyed with Sungmin’s nipples as Sungmin felt helpless to his touch.
Sungmin mimicked the movements in his mind as his hand left his throbbing cock as it flew up to his nipple. Both his fingers tweaking his nubs, working at a slow sensual pace.
Siwon… help hyung. Will you help Sungmin hyung? Siwon smirked in his thoughts as he leaned in closer to Sungmin. Sungmin could feel his breath on his skin as Siwon took a nipple in his mouth,
Oh… ahh Siwon.
Sungmin gripped his bedsheets as if it was Siwon’s hair, urging the younger muscular man to continue what he was doing.
Siwon ah…. Siwon smirked as he flicked his nipple slowly, driving Sungmin mad. He reached down and took a sharp bite.
Sungmin flicked his left nipple, imagining it was Siwon’s tongue as he pinched it hard, the pain equaling the pleasure when Siwon
Ahh Siwon ah… Ohhh Siwon fuck me…
Siwon disappeared from his mind as Kibum appeared, with his charming smile and gorgeous body. Though not the body of a Greek God, Kibum’s body was perfect, muscular at the essential areas, yet his skin soft and smooth like a baby.
Kibum… Kibum ah. Sungmin moaned out his name as he tossed in his bed, putting on a mini show for his dongsaeng.
Sungmin flopped himself up and down on the bed towards his drawer as he hastily pulled out his pink vibrating dildo that he had Yesung hyung buy for him. He groaned when he couldn’t find the lube as he was forced to sit up to retrieve the bottle.
Bummie… can you… put it in me?
Kibum looked puzzled as Sungmin held the dildo in front of him, acting stupid and confused, waving it around and using it as a telescope.
Kibum snatched the neon pink toy from his hand and granted Sungmin’s wish as he shoved it roughly into his waiting entrance.
Sungmin coated the toy with lube as he slid it in himself, turning the vibration onto medium. His nipples remained perked up and sore after their treatment as Sungmin gripped his neglected length yet again.
Bummie… Kibum wrapped his hand around Sungmin’s hard arousal.
Sungmin began rubbing himself again, all the while moaning Kibum’s name.
Kibum… oh Kibum. Ahhhhh… Ngahh… Ngahhh
Sungmin clenched the sheets as the dildo slid in and out of his gaping entrance, his moaning reaching higher levels.
Kibum ah… Sungmin moaned lustfully, his cheeks flushed red as Kibum smiled at him. His charming smile that melted the hearts of men and women alike.
Bummie ah… Sungmin panted as Kibum began stroking him faster. Bummie, oh Kibum…
Kibummm ahhh… Ngahh… ouahh… Kibum… stop...ah ah ah… please… ahh
Sungmin’s hand flew up and down his length as he continued panting, moaning, grunting, making all sorts of awkward noises that would have Ryeowook constantly asking him if he was okay.
Kibum… oh Kibum… since when were you… ouahhh… so knowl… ledgable.
Kibum continued smiling down at Sungmin as he helped his hyung reach orgasm.
Bummie… ahh Bummie… faster. Kibum please…
Sungmin reached for his nipple and twitched the nub, extending his pleasure as his hand whipped up and down his leaking length, the precum glistening and coating his fingers.
Kibum smiled as Sungmin arched his back off his soft bed, his hips protruding forward, his cock twitching, begging to be touched and petted.
Kibum ah… why did you stop… Sungmin wailed, wiggling around as his hard cock wavered in the same motion.
Sungmin stopped his touching as a wave of heat pool at his lower abdomen, his length throbbing harder and harder as his orgasm neared.
Not yet hyung, the fun just began.
Sungmin brushed his hair out of his face as he threw his arms by his side. His hand ached from the pleasure he was giving himself, the palm even felt numb. He felt his length twitch, but he ignored it. He needed to last longer with Kyuhyun.
Kibum you tease… ah ah … faster ah.. ah ah ah… Kibum grabbed his cock again and began furiously stroking it.
Sungmin moaned as his stroking hit higher level, his fingers tugging at the head of his cock as they slid down the length, stroking each and every bit of his delicate skin. He flicked the dildo onto the fastest speed.
Kibum.. stop please.. ahhh… Kibummm… no please stop…
You like this hyung? Kibum smiled down at him, a more sinister smile compared to his usual bright cheerful ones.
Bummie… no no…ah ah ah… I’m… gonn… gonna… come
Come for me hyung.
Kyuhyun, Siwon and Kibum’s voice echoed in his head. All three hands stroked his weeping length, pumping it faster and faster as Sungmin wailed, begging them to stop.
Come for me Sungmin hyung. All three of them said simultaneously.
Sungmin stroked like there was no tomorrow, his hand ready to break off as he rubbed himself to orgasm, his back lifting off the bed as he prepared for the wave of euphoria. The dildo slid inside deeper, hitting the special spot for the first time, sending Sungmin past the point of no return.
His vision went blank, his thoughts suddenly void of his three dongsaengs, as the spurts of cum ejected from his cock. Sungmin watched the shot of white nectar soar in the air, slow motion as it approached his face, landing on his cheek.
Another wave of ecstasy took over his body as he trembled, ejecting two more spurts that hit his face, one in his hair and the other right on the lips.
Sungmin collapsed on his bed, a trail of his white nectar dotting his body, his face. The room smelled of sweat and sex, but Sungmin didn’t mind. The others weren’t going to be home soon anyways.
Wrong.
Suddenly the door clicked open and he heard two voices. Sungmin bolted up from the bed and hastily grabbed tissues to clean up the mess he made.
“Sungmin hyung?” A familiar high pitched voice called out.
Ryeowook.
“Is he even here?” A lower voice added. Sungmin heard the refrigerator door open. Sungmin didn’t know who that was, but he didn’t care. There were more important things to be done, including cleaning up his post orgasm mess.
He immediately wiped off his cum from his face, strands of his hair sticking together like glue as he dabbed the bit on his cheek.
“Hyung?”
“Wookie, I’m in my room.” Sungmin called out. Footsteps immediately echoed in the hall as they approached the room he had shared with Kyuhyun. Sungmin quickly and carelessly wiped off as much as he could on his stomach before he pulled his shirt down, just before the door whipped open.
“Hyung whatcha doinggg…” Ryeowook opened the door and chirped, before his nose wrinkled, “what’s that smell?”
“Old laundry… heh… we’re messy in here.” Sungmin shrugged innocently, pointing his head at a heap of dirty clothes, most of them belonging to the magnae.
“Hyung, you can’t be so messy…” Ryeowook frowned as Siwon appeared behind him, with a can of juice in his hands. Sungmin blushed when he saw Siwon, he swore Siwon winked at him. His large masculine hands gripped the can ever so gently, just like how he had imagined it.
“Yah Kyuhyun needs to clean up the pace.” Sungmin wrinkled his nose as Ryeowook made a fuss about cleaning the flat and opening all the windows for fresh air.
“Anyways, cleaning aside,” Siwon stepped in, “we wanna go watch a movie, do you want to come hyung?
“Sure okay.” Sungmin smiled sweetly, “just let me get changed first.”
The two closed the door as Sungmin finished cleaning himself up, tossing the ball of sticky tissue into the waste basket. Pulling off his sweaty shirt, Sungmin could smell his seed still on him, radiating its aroma as Sungmin pulled on a fresh shirt.
He walked outside as Siwon wrapped an arm around Sungmin, pulling him closer to him as they walked out the door.
~*~*~*~*
Whatever practice Sungmin tried, it was no use. Sungmin was always excited when he was with Kyuhyun. The magnae drove him crazy with his fingers, his hands, his tongue, his lips, his cock, his everything. Sungmin would always lose to Kyuhyun.
It wasn’t like Sungmin minded. It was Kyuhyun after all. Sungmin had every reason to lose to his boyfriend.