Threesome
Title : Threesome
Genre : smut, crack(?)
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : HeeMiKyu (because Kyu bottoms it all!)
Summary : Kyuhyun found some sex pills given by their fans and he decided to…
A/N : I've NEVER written smut and no beta appeared to aid my fail!fic so now, I shall warn you; AN UN-BETA-ED SMUT FIC.
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Heechul and Kyuhyun stepped out from the elevator when the door dinged open at one floor below Heechul’s shared hotel room with the leader. The only reason why Heechul followed the magnae downstairs, instead of sleeping after a day full of schedule, was to see the birthday present Zhoumi bought him. It was an early birthday gift, which was supposed to only be given on his birthday, but Kyuhyun took the big-mouth role after they started drinking. And now, Heechul forced Zhoumi to show him his present but since Zhoumi stayed behind to help Leeteuk and the others clean up the room since they had a small little after party after their schedules.
Heechul knew he had a little too much to drink but he was a steady drinker- he could manage his alcohol well but it would make him tired and more easily irritated, now excitement even. Alcohol creates a temperamental Heechul.
“Wake me up when Seasoning’s here. I’ll take a short nap.” The older man said when he opened the door. He went straight to one of the beds after throwing the keycard onto the coffee table.
He could hear the heavy door click shut then followed by a loud thump, as if someone fell onto the floor. Heechul half expected a pained complaint but there was none so he thought he would hear footsteps of Kyuhyun but there was nothing too.
Heechul lifted his head to see but Kyuhyun wasn’t around. “What the?”
Then it registered in his head that the loud thud could be Kyuhyun, falling flat, drunk. Heechul groaned, as he pushed himself up to get Kyuhyun.
“Ya kid! What got into you? I thought you handled your alcohol well like I do.” Heechul complained as he walked to the door. True enough, Kyuhyun was there, sitting on the floor, face down. As Heechul neared Kyuhyun, he could almost hear panting; loud, harsh, pants from the magnae.
“Hey…what’s wrong?” Heechul hurried to stand in front of Kyuhyun. There was no reply but more loud pants, like he was gasping in pain. He doesn’t have asthma…Heechul thought and panic slowly rose in him. He squatted down on the floor, wanting to see the magnae’s face; to see if he was alright but Kyuhyun turned his head away.
“Hyung…” Kyuhyun called out very softly, between loud breaths.
“Ish, kid, I’m asking you what’s wrong with you.” Heechul complained, but this time, the tone was filled with concern.
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“Ooh Mi, what are these? I found them in between the bags of presents the fans got us.”
“How am I supposed to know…” Zhoumi said, then went to the bathroom to wash his face. Nothing mattered more besides cleaning his face.
“It’s all written in Chinese, that’s WHY!” Kyuhyun stormed after the Chinese male.
“Ah, okay, hold on.” Zhoumi found his hair band and pushed his hair up with it. Then, he took the row of pills off of Kyuhyun’s hands and read the little Chinese characters behind it. As he read along, his expression turned weird, as if he read something that said, “Oh, fans gave you some sex pills.”
“What?!” Kyuhyun reacted, because it was exactly what Zhoumi said.
“Hah!” Kyuhyun retorted, “For Qmi I guess…Haha!” The laugh sounded fake, Zhoumi could tell but he couldn’t care less he had things to do, make up to remove.
Kyuhyun went to his bed and quietly popped out two pills; then swallowed them. Before Zhoumi stepped out from the bathroom, the magnae hurriedly kept the tablets far away in his bag, near the bedside. He stared out of space whilst looking at Zhoumi apply moisturizer in front of the mirror in between the beds. Then he changed out of the stage outfit into some comfortable clothes.
Te Chinese male grunted and took off his hair band and slid it through Kyuhyun’s hair, a way of telling him to wash his face too.
“Meh. Guess they’re just some vitamins…”
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Heechul burst out laughing, almost choking himself when he head Kyuhyun’s short edited version of what really happened: “Zhoumi gave me some pills, turned out they’re some Chinese sex pills.”
“Hahahaha! Tell me you’re kidding me! Sex pills!? Pft!!” Heechul was near tears, from all the laughing but Kyuhyun wasn’t, he turned red and Heechul caught a glimpse of something glittery in the magnae’s eyes.
Heechul sighed and helped the younger male to one of the beds. Kyuhyun sat at the side, faced down. It made Heechul reach out a hand to tilt the chin up to see his face properly.
“Don’t tell me you’re crying, kid…”
“I’m not!”
“Then what the f-”
“It’s fucking uncomfortable, that’s what! Where the hell is Mi anyways?!”
An evil smirk crept up Heechul’s beautiful porcelain face.
“Seasonings?” Heechul prompted, creeping closer behind Kyuhyun.
“Yeah, hyung…Zhoum-hhhnnghh…” a moan escaped Kyuhyun’s lips. His hands quickly flew up to cover his mouth only to notice the older’s hand on his crotch, over the bulge which was a little too hard to miss.
“What the fuck are you doing, hyung?!”
“Lending,” he groped harder, “you a hand…”
A wanton moan made escape through Kyuhyun’s mouth and his own hands went down to over to his boner. Heechul’s hand swiftly grabbed Kyuhyun’s; guiding him to squeeze his own member.
“So you wanna join the fun too?” Heechul chuckled and Kyuhyun could feel Heechul’s chest against his back.
When Kyuhyun felt what Heechul’s fingers were trying to do, he wanted to stop them but those slender fingers skillfully unbuckled the jeans button. Kyuhyun, a second too late, let out another moan when Heechul successfully pulled down the zipper and grabbed his length.
Again, Kyuhyun’s hands flew up to cover his mouth, to muffle the undeniable relieve of the uncomfortable feeling of being touched down there. Heechul was fist-pumping him hard, with firm strokes and Kyuhyun couldn’t do anything but moan like a whore through his hands, which was another torture because it felt really good but the embarrassment of having Heechul helping him was overwhelming.
“Kyuhyunnie, take your hands off.”
“N-no, hyun-hnggghhh…” Kyuhyun’s breathing hitched; he could feel the ridiculous blood rush held by the hard strokes of Heechul’s hand.
“Come here…” Heechul said and turned Kyuhyun’s chin towards his mouth with his unoccupied hand. Heechul’s tongue was suddenly in Kyuhyun’s mouth, probing in and out, drowning Kyuhyun’s moans. The younger male couldn’t find the will power to stop Heechul at all; the kisses were amazing and the hand job was blowing Kyuhyun’s brain into a million pieces.
The tongue battle lasted for a few long minutes and what broke it off was Heechul’s teasing. The older male’s hand was no longer wrapped around Kyuhyun’s length but instead his finger pressed the head playfully; with a few flicking motions. It was the exact same uncomfortable feeling all over again. Every bit of friction against the tip was a fucking tease-play. Kyuhyun bit his quivering lips every time Heechul’s thumb rubbed at the head.
“Ahhnnnggghh…h-hyung…why are yo-” Heechul pressed his index finger a little harder inwards the tip causing Kyuhyun’s hips to jerk forward, back arching with the painful pleasure. Then Heechul’s hand left Kyuhyun’s erection, snaking underneath the latter’s shirt, going upwards. Kyuhyun wanted to stop his hyung but his reflexes betrayed him.
“You help yourself down here first, Kyuhyunnie.” Heechul commanded lewdly, both hands going up to bring Kyuhyun’s, “I’m sure you’ve played with yourself before…”
“No!”
“Yeah, whatever, just imagine your hands as Seasoning’s ass, and satisfy yourself.” Heechul then got to the magnae’s hard nipples, tweaking and playfully flicking them, making them swollen thus rewarding him with moans, moans that were pleasing to her. Heechul had to admit, he was proud of the boy’s lust.
“You know, I’m only doing this because I could never imagine you bottoming, but hearing your moans, Seasonings will have to get me a second birthday present.” Heechul stated, with a chuckle.
“Hyung!”
“Ya! Concentrate!” Heechul retorted and pulled Kyuhyun close to another kiss, sucking his tongue greedily and the intensity of the tongue battle almost triggered Kyuhyun’s gag reflex.
“Oopsie.” Heechul pulled back and licked Kyuhyun’s neck, going down his clavicle, sucking; giving Kyuhyun hickeys.
“H-hyung…not…hnnngghh…hickeys…”
“I’ll teach you the magic of concealers later.”
The magnae was so absorbed with it, he didn’t notice the room door opening. Heechul heard clearly despite the loud moans. He could even see Zhoumi’s shocked expression when he saw Heechul lip-locking with his boyfriend.
Heechul winked at the Chinese male and his hands left the abused nipples, going down to take over Kyuhyun’s hands. Then it hit Zhoumi; the latter’s back was against Heechul’s chest and jeans unbuckled, with the very well erected member poking out, only to be grabbed by Heechul’s hands.
Zhoumi swallowed hard.
What turned him on next was the loud cry and tears flowing down Kyuhyun’s cheeks. Zhoumi’s face turned so red, Heechul decided to invite him to the party.
“Come one, enough watching, help your boyfriend out. He took those sex pills the fans gave you guys.”
Kyuhyun’s eyes snapped open when he heard Heechul addressing someone else and it was obvious he was talking to Zhoumi because…who else could it possibly be?!
“Mimi…” Kyuhyun gasped, breathing still heaving, “It’s n-not…ahhhh!” the magnae climaxed, only to have his seeds spill all over Heechul’s hands.
“Cho Kyuhyun! You could have warned me right?!” Heechul complained at the embarrassed magnae, who looked down again, unsure how to face Zhoumi.
“Kui Xian baby…here…” Zhoumi knelt down in front of the bed, in front of Heechul and Kyuhyun. He angled his head from beneath and pulled in to kiss his boyfriend. His hands cupped the magnae’s face, thumbs wiping away the tears. His face was hot, flushed hot and the expression on the face was beyond what Zhoumi had seen. Kyuhyun looked like a small boy; eyes filled with tears, a forlorn guilty face but also mixed with a very seducing, tempting look. His eyes begged for forgiveness but to Zhoumi, the eyes begged for more; it was pure Kyuhyun lust.
“Hyung, can you help me hold his legs apart?” Zhoumi requested Heechul’s assistance as he yanked away Kyuhyun’s jeans.
“What?” Kyuhyun sobbed, “What are you doing, Mi?” Kyuhyun asked, suddenly in Chinese.
“Punishing you; you took the pills without telling me and you troubled Xi Che ge to help you…”
“Like this?” Heechul asked, breaking the conversation, pulling Kyuhyun’s legs apart, spreading him wide.
“Thanks hyung.” Zhoumi rested his palms on Kyuhyun’s inner thighs, pressing them to keep the legs apart and inserted his tongue into Kyuhyun. Tongue thrusting straight into the tightness, ignoring Kyuhyun’s cry. It was a sudden invasion and it hurt like hell!
“What the fuck, Mi!”
“Language.” Heechul shut him up with another kiss.
The kiss didn’t last long because Zhoumi was really angry, licking forcefully into Kyuhyun’s tightness, being merciless and not showing signs of stopping. He broke off from the kiss with Heechul and the room was filled with Kyuhyun’s loud painful throws of screams.
“Kui Xian, you bad baby.” Zhoumi said when he raised his head and lurched straight to Kyuhyun’s lips, kissing him hard. Heechul’s smirk came back up and he reached his hand to stroke Kyuhyun’s member, jerking him. The older male started to squeeze Kyuhyun’s member hard, so hard it hurt. He cried out again, breaking off from Zhoumi’s kiss to gasp for air and bit off the pain. His swollen lips were shaking so hard, it was hard for him to speak.
“Ah…hyung…not so h-hard…” he begged Heechul, “…please…”
“Sorry baby…” Zhoumi replied instead then inserted a finger into Kyuhyun, dry fingering him. The magnae’s hips bucked forward and back arched into Heechul’s chest.
Without warning, the second and third finger entered. Kyuhyun’s instinct was to try to squeeze his hole tight but that made it worst, “Wrong move, Kui Xian…” Zhoumi said and drilled his finger around, going deeper and spreading him more inside, with no signs of pulling them out.
“Fourth…” he said again, in Chinese and inserted the fourth finger, forcing it in the tight hole. Precum formed and flowed down to his hole, slightly lubricating the friction.
“You never let Seasonings top, have you not?” Heechul realized.
“Nope, never…” Zhoumi answered and started drawing circles with his fingers. It made Kyuhyun squirm even more and he tried to close his legs but Heechul caught his movements and quickly pulled them back apart, fingers digging deep into the inner thighs of the latter. The squirming continued as Zhoumi kept scissoring and spreading the male but his hip welcomed the fingers, “Baby, you’re so hot right now you know…”
“Hhhnnnggghh…Don’t ‘baby’ me, pull your fingers out!”
“You’re being in denial.”
“Sorry, I never topped.” The two voices overlapped, pissing Kyuhyun off but moans kept escaping from those lips.
“Hyung, can you strip him for me?”
Kyuhyun wanted to protest but Zhoumi pulled the magnae with his free hand to kiss him.
“For me baby. Just this once.”
When his clothes were off, Zhoumi slowly made his way up, fingers still working on the hole, and starting making -sucking and lip-smacking sounds against Kyuhyun’s abdomen; leaving a trail of faint red marks enough to pass as a hickey against Kyuhyun’s pale skin.
Zhoumi spent more time when his lips reached the man’s scars, then he looked up, “Promise me you’ll try to stay alive in near future and keep my heart in peace, please.”
The atmosphere in the room changed but Heechul knew just what to say, “Ya, Seasonings, less talking more sexing!”
“Hyung!” Kyuhyun argued, at the same time one of Zhoumi’s finger hit the right spot, causing Kyuhyun to cum for the second time. This time, the milky secretion splattered across Zhoumi’s neck and chest.
Kyuhyun was out, his body collapsed onto Heechul’s and his legs gave out on him. His eyes closed down and his breathing started to soften. The magnae, covered in sheen of sweat and cum was beat. Zhoumi pulled out his finger, leaving the hole red and swollen. He then tapped Kyuhyun’s arm to get his attention. The man opened his eyes, only to see Zhoumi disappear as he made his way down. The next thing Kyuhyun knew was Zhoumi’s tongue kissing the swollen tightness, then up to his member, kissing his sacs, licking off what was left and the kissed Kyuhyun softly on the lips.
Zhoumi’s hands cupped both Kyuhyun’s hot cheeks and kissed away the beads of sweat and tears. They weren’t rough kisses anymore; they were short, gentle kisses. The Chinese man nipped Kyuhyun’s lips and then swept his slick bangs off of his forehead, giving it one kiss there too.
“Sorry Kui Xian, sorry baby…”
“What was that for?” Kyuhyun heard Heechul demand but Zhoumi did not answer him, he just slid his long arms around Kyuhyun’s naked body and picked him up, only to place him onto another bed, tucking him in.
“Hyung, here’s the birthday present. Happy Birthday!”
“Thanks Seasonings! And you too, Kyuhyun.”
“Ah, thank you too hyung, it was unbelievable…”
“When you want to do it again, remember to call me.”
“I will…” Zhoumi laughed softly.
After a while, Kyuhyun heard the door click shut and water running from the tap. Then Zhoumi returned to the bed without the stained clothes.
“Come here, baby…” he got beneath the sheets and pulled his boyfriend into his embrace. The magnae moved to snuggle fit to Zhoumi’s contour, head on collarbone, slowly falling into slumber.
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“Hyung, I don’t feel so good, do you have any pills or vitamins on you?” a younger male asked when they boarded.
Heechul turned around to look at Zhoumi and Kyuhyun, both asleep as soon as they hit their seats.
“Vitamins, huh? I think I do have some…” Heechul mused with a sly smile and thought; since the pills take about three hours to kick in…
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Genre : smut, crack(?)
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : HeeMiKyu (because Kyu bottoms it all!)
Summary : Kyuhyun found some sex pills given by their fans and he decided to…
A/N : I've NEVER written smut and no beta appeared to aid my fail!fic so now, I shall warn you; AN UN-BETA-ED SMUT FIC.
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Heechul and Kyuhyun stepped out from the elevator when the door dinged open at one floor below Heechul’s shared hotel room with the leader. The only reason why Heechul followed the magnae downstairs, instead of sleeping after a day full of schedule, was to see the birthday present Zhoumi bought him. It was an early birthday gift, which was supposed to only be given on his birthday, but Kyuhyun took the big-mouth role after they started drinking. And now, Heechul forced Zhoumi to show him his present but since Zhoumi stayed behind to help Leeteuk and the others clean up the room since they had a small little after party after their schedules.
Heechul knew he had a little too much to drink but he was a steady drinker- he could manage his alcohol well but it would make him tired and more easily irritated, now excitement even. Alcohol creates a temperamental Heechul.
“Wake me up when Seasoning’s here. I’ll take a short nap.” The older man said when he opened the door. He went straight to one of the beds after throwing the keycard onto the coffee table.
He could hear the heavy door click shut then followed by a loud thump, as if someone fell onto the floor. Heechul half expected a pained complaint but there was none so he thought he would hear footsteps of Kyuhyun but there was nothing too.
Heechul lifted his head to see but Kyuhyun wasn’t around. “What the?”
Then it registered in his head that the loud thud could be Kyuhyun, falling flat, drunk. Heechul groaned, as he pushed himself up to get Kyuhyun.
“Ya kid! What got into you? I thought you handled your alcohol well like I do.” Heechul complained as he walked to the door. True enough, Kyuhyun was there, sitting on the floor, face down. As Heechul neared Kyuhyun, he could almost hear panting; loud, harsh, pants from the magnae.
“Hey…what’s wrong?” Heechul hurried to stand in front of Kyuhyun. There was no reply but more loud pants, like he was gasping in pain. He doesn’t have asthma…Heechul thought and panic slowly rose in him. He squatted down on the floor, wanting to see the magnae’s face; to see if he was alright but Kyuhyun turned his head away.
“Hyung…” Kyuhyun called out very softly, between loud breaths.
“Ish, kid, I’m asking you what’s wrong with you.” Heechul complained, but this time, the tone was filled with concern.
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“Ooh Mi, what are these? I found them in between the bags of presents the fans got us.”
“How am I supposed to know…” Zhoumi said, then went to the bathroom to wash his face. Nothing mattered more besides cleaning his face.
“It’s all written in Chinese, that’s WHY!” Kyuhyun stormed after the Chinese male.
“Ah, okay, hold on.” Zhoumi found his hair band and pushed his hair up with it. Then, he took the row of pills off of Kyuhyun’s hands and read the little Chinese characters behind it. As he read along, his expression turned weird, as if he read something that said, “Oh, fans gave you some sex pills.”
“What?!” Kyuhyun reacted, because it was exactly what Zhoumi said.
“Hah!” Kyuhyun retorted, “For Qmi I guess…Haha!” The laugh sounded fake, Zhoumi could tell but he couldn’t care less he had things to do, make up to remove.
Kyuhyun went to his bed and quietly popped out two pills; then swallowed them. Before Zhoumi stepped out from the bathroom, the magnae hurriedly kept the tablets far away in his bag, near the bedside. He stared out of space whilst looking at Zhoumi apply moisturizer in front of the mirror in between the beds. Then he changed out of the stage outfit into some comfortable clothes.
Te Chinese male grunted and took off his hair band and slid it through Kyuhyun’s hair, a way of telling him to wash his face too.
“Meh. Guess they’re just some vitamins…”
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Heechul burst out laughing, almost choking himself when he head Kyuhyun’s short edited version of what really happened: “Zhoumi gave me some pills, turned out they’re some Chinese sex pills.”
“Hahahaha! Tell me you’re kidding me! Sex pills!? Pft!!” Heechul was near tears, from all the laughing but Kyuhyun wasn’t, he turned red and Heechul caught a glimpse of something glittery in the magnae’s eyes.
Heechul sighed and helped the younger male to one of the beds. Kyuhyun sat at the side, faced down. It made Heechul reach out a hand to tilt the chin up to see his face properly.
“Don’t tell me you’re crying, kid…”
“I’m not!”
“Then what the f-”
“It’s fucking uncomfortable, that’s what! Where the hell is Mi anyways?!”
An evil smirk crept up Heechul’s beautiful porcelain face.
“Seasonings?” Heechul prompted, creeping closer behind Kyuhyun.
“Yeah, hyung…Zhoum-hhhnnghh…” a moan escaped Kyuhyun’s lips. His hands quickly flew up to cover his mouth only to notice the older’s hand on his crotch, over the bulge which was a little too hard to miss.
“What the fuck are you doing, hyung?!”
“Lending,” he groped harder, “you a hand…”
A wanton moan made escape through Kyuhyun’s mouth and his own hands went down to over to his boner. Heechul’s hand swiftly grabbed Kyuhyun’s; guiding him to squeeze his own member.
“So you wanna join the fun too?” Heechul chuckled and Kyuhyun could feel Heechul’s chest against his back.
When Kyuhyun felt what Heechul’s fingers were trying to do, he wanted to stop them but those slender fingers skillfully unbuckled the jeans button. Kyuhyun, a second too late, let out another moan when Heechul successfully pulled down the zipper and grabbed his length.
Again, Kyuhyun’s hands flew up to cover his mouth, to muffle the undeniable relieve of the uncomfortable feeling of being touched down there. Heechul was fist-pumping him hard, with firm strokes and Kyuhyun couldn’t do anything but moan like a whore through his hands, which was another torture because it felt really good but the embarrassment of having Heechul helping him was overwhelming.
“Kyuhyunnie, take your hands off.”
“N-no, hyun-hnggghhh…” Kyuhyun’s breathing hitched; he could feel the ridiculous blood rush held by the hard strokes of Heechul’s hand.
“Come here…” Heechul said and turned Kyuhyun’s chin towards his mouth with his unoccupied hand. Heechul’s tongue was suddenly in Kyuhyun’s mouth, probing in and out, drowning Kyuhyun’s moans. The younger male couldn’t find the will power to stop Heechul at all; the kisses were amazing and the hand job was blowing Kyuhyun’s brain into a million pieces.
The tongue battle lasted for a few long minutes and what broke it off was Heechul’s teasing. The older male’s hand was no longer wrapped around Kyuhyun’s length but instead his finger pressed the head playfully; with a few flicking motions. It was the exact same uncomfortable feeling all over again. Every bit of friction against the tip was a fucking tease-play. Kyuhyun bit his quivering lips every time Heechul’s thumb rubbed at the head.
“Ahhnnnggghh…h-hyung…why are yo-” Heechul pressed his index finger a little harder inwards the tip causing Kyuhyun’s hips to jerk forward, back arching with the painful pleasure. Then Heechul’s hand left Kyuhyun’s erection, snaking underneath the latter’s shirt, going upwards. Kyuhyun wanted to stop his hyung but his reflexes betrayed him.
“You help yourself down here first, Kyuhyunnie.” Heechul commanded lewdly, both hands going up to bring Kyuhyun’s, “I’m sure you’ve played with yourself before…”
“No!”
“Yeah, whatever, just imagine your hands as Seasoning’s ass, and satisfy yourself.” Heechul then got to the magnae’s hard nipples, tweaking and playfully flicking them, making them swollen thus rewarding him with moans, moans that were pleasing to her. Heechul had to admit, he was proud of the boy’s lust.
“You know, I’m only doing this because I could never imagine you bottoming, but hearing your moans, Seasonings will have to get me a second birthday present.” Heechul stated, with a chuckle.
“Hyung!”
“Ya! Concentrate!” Heechul retorted and pulled Kyuhyun close to another kiss, sucking his tongue greedily and the intensity of the tongue battle almost triggered Kyuhyun’s gag reflex.
“Oopsie.” Heechul pulled back and licked Kyuhyun’s neck, going down his clavicle, sucking; giving Kyuhyun hickeys.
“H-hyung…not…hnnngghh…hickeys…”
“I’ll teach you the magic of concealers later.”
The magnae was so absorbed with it, he didn’t notice the room door opening. Heechul heard clearly despite the loud moans. He could even see Zhoumi’s shocked expression when he saw Heechul lip-locking with his boyfriend.
Heechul winked at the Chinese male and his hands left the abused nipples, going down to take over Kyuhyun’s hands. Then it hit Zhoumi; the latter’s back was against Heechul’s chest and jeans unbuckled, with the very well erected member poking out, only to be grabbed by Heechul’s hands.
Zhoumi swallowed hard.
What turned him on next was the loud cry and tears flowing down Kyuhyun’s cheeks. Zhoumi’s face turned so red, Heechul decided to invite him to the party.
“Come one, enough watching, help your boyfriend out. He took those sex pills the fans gave you guys.”
Kyuhyun’s eyes snapped open when he heard Heechul addressing someone else and it was obvious he was talking to Zhoumi because…who else could it possibly be?!
“Mimi…” Kyuhyun gasped, breathing still heaving, “It’s n-not…ahhhh!” the magnae climaxed, only to have his seeds spill all over Heechul’s hands.
“Cho Kyuhyun! You could have warned me right?!” Heechul complained at the embarrassed magnae, who looked down again, unsure how to face Zhoumi.
“Kui Xian baby…here…” Zhoumi knelt down in front of the bed, in front of Heechul and Kyuhyun. He angled his head from beneath and pulled in to kiss his boyfriend. His hands cupped the magnae’s face, thumbs wiping away the tears. His face was hot, flushed hot and the expression on the face was beyond what Zhoumi had seen. Kyuhyun looked like a small boy; eyes filled with tears, a forlorn guilty face but also mixed with a very seducing, tempting look. His eyes begged for forgiveness but to Zhoumi, the eyes begged for more; it was pure Kyuhyun lust.
“Hyung, can you help me hold his legs apart?” Zhoumi requested Heechul’s assistance as he yanked away Kyuhyun’s jeans.
“What?” Kyuhyun sobbed, “What are you doing, Mi?” Kyuhyun asked, suddenly in Chinese.
“Punishing you; you took the pills without telling me and you troubled Xi Che ge to help you…”
“Like this?” Heechul asked, breaking the conversation, pulling Kyuhyun’s legs apart, spreading him wide.
“Thanks hyung.” Zhoumi rested his palms on Kyuhyun’s inner thighs, pressing them to keep the legs apart and inserted his tongue into Kyuhyun. Tongue thrusting straight into the tightness, ignoring Kyuhyun’s cry. It was a sudden invasion and it hurt like hell!
“What the fuck, Mi!”
“Language.” Heechul shut him up with another kiss.
The kiss didn’t last long because Zhoumi was really angry, licking forcefully into Kyuhyun’s tightness, being merciless and not showing signs of stopping. He broke off from the kiss with Heechul and the room was filled with Kyuhyun’s loud painful throws of screams.
“Kui Xian, you bad baby.” Zhoumi said when he raised his head and lurched straight to Kyuhyun’s lips, kissing him hard. Heechul’s smirk came back up and he reached his hand to stroke Kyuhyun’s member, jerking him. The older male started to squeeze Kyuhyun’s member hard, so hard it hurt. He cried out again, breaking off from Zhoumi’s kiss to gasp for air and bit off the pain. His swollen lips were shaking so hard, it was hard for him to speak.
“Ah…hyung…not so h-hard…” he begged Heechul, “…please…”
“Sorry baby…” Zhoumi replied instead then inserted a finger into Kyuhyun, dry fingering him. The magnae’s hips bucked forward and back arched into Heechul’s chest.
Without warning, the second and third finger entered. Kyuhyun’s instinct was to try to squeeze his hole tight but that made it worst, “Wrong move, Kui Xian…” Zhoumi said and drilled his finger around, going deeper and spreading him more inside, with no signs of pulling them out.
“Fourth…” he said again, in Chinese and inserted the fourth finger, forcing it in the tight hole. Precum formed and flowed down to his hole, slightly lubricating the friction.
“You never let Seasonings top, have you not?” Heechul realized.
“Nope, never…” Zhoumi answered and started drawing circles with his fingers. It made Kyuhyun squirm even more and he tried to close his legs but Heechul caught his movements and quickly pulled them back apart, fingers digging deep into the inner thighs of the latter. The squirming continued as Zhoumi kept scissoring and spreading the male but his hip welcomed the fingers, “Baby, you’re so hot right now you know…”
“Hhhnnnggghh…Don’t ‘baby’ me, pull your fingers out!”
“You’re being in denial.”
“Sorry, I never topped.” The two voices overlapped, pissing Kyuhyun off but moans kept escaping from those lips.
“Hyung, can you strip him for me?”
Kyuhyun wanted to protest but Zhoumi pulled the magnae with his free hand to kiss him.
“For me baby. Just this once.”
When his clothes were off, Zhoumi slowly made his way up, fingers still working on the hole, and starting making -sucking and lip-smacking sounds against Kyuhyun’s abdomen; leaving a trail of faint red marks enough to pass as a hickey against Kyuhyun’s pale skin.
Zhoumi spent more time when his lips reached the man’s scars, then he looked up, “Promise me you’ll try to stay alive in near future and keep my heart in peace, please.”
The atmosphere in the room changed but Heechul knew just what to say, “Ya, Seasonings, less talking more sexing!”
“Hyung!” Kyuhyun argued, at the same time one of Zhoumi’s finger hit the right spot, causing Kyuhyun to cum for the second time. This time, the milky secretion splattered across Zhoumi’s neck and chest.
Kyuhyun was out, his body collapsed onto Heechul’s and his legs gave out on him. His eyes closed down and his breathing started to soften. The magnae, covered in sheen of sweat and cum was beat. Zhoumi pulled out his finger, leaving the hole red and swollen. He then tapped Kyuhyun’s arm to get his attention. The man opened his eyes, only to see Zhoumi disappear as he made his way down. The next thing Kyuhyun knew was Zhoumi’s tongue kissing the swollen tightness, then up to his member, kissing his sacs, licking off what was left and the kissed Kyuhyun softly on the lips.
Zhoumi’s hands cupped both Kyuhyun’s hot cheeks and kissed away the beads of sweat and tears. They weren’t rough kisses anymore; they were short, gentle kisses. The Chinese man nipped Kyuhyun’s lips and then swept his slick bangs off of his forehead, giving it one kiss there too.
“Sorry Kui Xian, sorry baby…”
“What was that for?” Kyuhyun heard Heechul demand but Zhoumi did not answer him, he just slid his long arms around Kyuhyun’s naked body and picked him up, only to place him onto another bed, tucking him in.
“Hyung, here’s the birthday present. Happy Birthday!”
“Thanks Seasonings! And you too, Kyuhyun.”
“Ah, thank you too hyung, it was unbelievable…”
“When you want to do it again, remember to call me.”
“I will…” Zhoumi laughed softly.
After a while, Kyuhyun heard the door click shut and water running from the tap. Then Zhoumi returned to the bed without the stained clothes.
“Come here, baby…” he got beneath the sheets and pulled his boyfriend into his embrace. The magnae moved to snuggle fit to Zhoumi’s contour, head on collarbone, slowly falling into slumber.
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“Hyung, I don’t feel so good, do you have any pills or vitamins on you?” a younger male asked when they boarded.
Heechul turned around to look at Zhoumi and Kyuhyun, both asleep as soon as they hit their seats.
“Vitamins, huh? I think I do have some…” Heechul mused with a sly smile and thought; since the pills take about three hours to kick in…
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