[FIC] TOUCH
Title: TOUCH
Author: MikkyBoom
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: NC17 [omg, again?]
Pairing: SiHanChul<3
Warnings(?): Apparently, once you write smut you can't stop? Or rather, it's that way in my case. And omfg, I wrote a threesome?! What's next, an orgy? O_O I keep surprsing myself. Oh and also, I totally tried my best to edit this, and oh yeah, this story is totally dedicated to heythere_hannah, 'cause she came out of nowhere and gave me kind words and let herself be forced into beta-ing for me. xD
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Siwon and Heechul can’t take their eyes off of Hankyung…. Who could? Siwon thinks that maybe the older man is some kind of magician, some kind of…thing that can turn your head faster than a punch and keep your attention longer and harder than the porn he’s sneaked off to watch once or twice.
And he knows that Heechul thinks the same thing, knows that Heechul is just as explosively captivated, because Heechul’s eyes get just a little wide, and his “God…” is whispered just loud enough for Siwon to hear.
It makes Siwon laugh softly to himself, and it makes him feel so relieved, because he likes to know that he’s not the only person in the world that thinks Hankyung is just too beautiful for his own good.
Siwon and Heechul sit side-to-side, backs against the cold mirror of the empty practice room that’s keeping the two from turning into pillars of flame. Heechul’s hand, resting so innocently on Siwon’s thigh only moments ago, is now clenching and unclenching in a way that makes Siwon bite his bottom lip to keep from giggling. He knows Heechul inside and out, knows better what’s going on in his head than maybe even Heechul does. Well, except for when it comes to sex. He wonders about it sometimes, wide-eyed in his bed as he stares at the ceiling and his hands are cold and clammy on his own skin, wonders if maybe Heechul moans or if he bites his lip or maybe he talks?
A flutter of white silk catches Siwon’s attention, and he remembers that there’s a living breathing image of perfection in front of him.
Hankyung is practicing his dancing, moving around the room like a gust of wind. He’s going alone on a TV program in China in about a week, and he wants to make sure that he doesn’t mess up. I don’t want to make Super Junior look badly he’d said in a determined voice, while Siwon and Heechul tried not to giggle at how cute he sounded.
“Siwon-ah, look….” Heechul’s voice is a study on reverence, and Siwon wonders if maybe he doesn’t want to look, maybe he doesn’t want to give his soul to the devil because, ah, that’s what Hankyung is, the devil, all temptation and sweaty skin and soft grunts as he turns too fast or too slow or misses a step that no one else noticed.
But he has to look, because it’s Hankyung, and wondering about it is going to make Siwon go crazy.
Hankyung has his arms outstretched, the white silk sleeves dripping out from his hands, and he sways and steps and his head is thrown back as he spins and the silk goes up and down and his hips move in exactly the same way Siwon imagines Heechul-hyung moves as he has sex. There’s the smallest smile on his lips, and it makes Siwon think that Hankyung, all sweet charm and not-quite-believable innocence, knows exactly what he’s doing to them as he stretches a leg out and bends his back and breathes.
Siwon looks down at Heechul, and finds him shaking his head. Heechul looks up at him, tuned to his every motion, and his dark eyes are brighter then usual, and he looks excited and mischievous. He looks over at Hankyung, who’s jumping and twisting and working so hard, and then back at Siwon, and runs his tongue over his lips.
Siwon wonders if Heechul knows that with just that little action, he’s received Siwon as his personal slave for the rest of eternity?
Heechul’s hands slide up Siwon’s thighs, then back down, then his thin body rises up so he can rest his mouth on Siwon’s ear. “You’re looking at him the way you look at me and the way he looks at us… I totally own the both of you.” He draws back, and Siwon doesn’t know whether to laugh or feign innocence, because Heechul trying to be sexy with his words is really funny. He can’t ever keep from turning the words that have the potential to be sexy into the usual little immature words he likes to throw around to fool people into believing that princesses don’t have brains.
But Siwon has brains too, so he doesn’t laugh. Siwon is also incapable of deceiving or lying, so he nods carefully, looking back at Hankyung who’s still dancing, still flowing with the air. Heechul’s hands squeezes his, a demand for attention, and when Siwon turns his head back to look at the boy that’s not really a boy or man or woman, his lips are caught into the sweetest and deepest kiss he’s ever had in his life.
Heechul’s tongue is as smooth as butter (from all the talk he does) and Siwon moans softly and his fingers scrabble for purchase on Heechul’s waist. Heechul rises to his knees, and Siwon’s head gets tilted back, and Heechul’s hair is so soft against his face and so are his hands and when Siwon hears the little thud of a misstep and a quiet shocked sound, he kisses harder.
Heechul’s mouth leaves his, and it draws a slick wet line down his neck, and it’s moving in a way that almost tickles because Heechul is talking, his voice a laugh. “He’s so mine... and so are you…” He laughs softly, and Siwon’s head is spinning, and he really hopes Heechul-hyung doesn’t expect an answer. Siwon’s head hits the smoothness of the mirror, and he opens his eyes slightly to find Hankyung watching them and his eyes are just the way Heechul’s were not too long ago, dark and bright and Siwon wants to kiss him too.
He smiles, and opens his mouth to call him over, but Heechul’s lowered himself onto his lap and moved so all that comes out is a strangled moan, and his eyes shoot open wider. This isn’t his first time doing this well maybe the having-sex-with-two-other-men part but for some reason when Heechul’s the one doing the moving and breathing it’s completely different from anything else in the world. He looks down at Heechul, open-mouthed, but Heechul has abandoned his neck to turn his head and smile at Hankyung. He rolls his hips again, and Siwon moans again, and then he realizes that Heechul is sticking his tongue out at Hankyung and the look on his face is screaming try to catch me! and all of a sudden Siwon’s laughing and moaning at the same time.
He raises a hand to Hankyung, whose white wife-beater is stuck to his chest in a way that’s better then him being utterly naked and his voice rings louder then he meant it to be. “Hyung…”
Hankyung’s laughing, gliding over, dropping to his knees beside them, and his mouth is incredibly unbelievably hot against Siwon’s before it’s gone to work on Heechul’s mouth. It doesn’t take long for Heechul to start moaning either, and Siwon’s amazed at how natural and graceful those sounds are. He leans back to watch the two, to watch Heechul’s hands move over as much of Hankyung he can get his hands on, to watch Hankyung reach down and brush his hand over Heechul’s crotch, getting Siwon’s in there too. Siwon sighs and Hankyung and Heechul break apart, and they’re giving him identical looks, cheeky and full of promises.
Heechul winks at him, turns to Hankyung and raises his arms like a child. Hankyung understands Heechul’s silent demand, and the shirt is pulled off and dropped somewhere on the floor, along with Hankyung’s thin as paper wife-beater. He stands up, and even that looks like he’s dancing. His hands drop to the elastic of the dance pants he wears, and when he pulls them down just slightly, Siwon doesn’t know if he wants them pulled off quick, or if he wants the tight black stretchy fabric to stray right there for just a few moments longer, so he can stare at the way it frames Hankyung’s cock. He doesn’t have a choice either way, because they’re gone without a second thought, and Hankyung looks like he wants to laugh as Heechul says a soft “oh” and reaches out towards him.
The sight of Heechul’s mouth sliding over Hankyung’s cock makes Siwon’s body limp. It apparently has the same effect on Hankyung too, because he buries his hands in Heechul’s hair and swallows hard and raises dreamy eyes to Siwon. He grins, blows a kiss to him, and immediately scrunches his nose in embarrassment at being forward (at a time like this?) and that little gesture is so Hankyung and so oddly sexy, Siwon wonders if he should feel left out right before Heechul glances at him from the corner of his eye and single-handedly unbuttons Siwon’s jeans and plunges a slightly wet hand into his boxers, grabbing his cock and giving it a slow slide up and down. Siwon gasps, moans, and grabs Hankyung’s hand as the older man reaches out for him.
They’re a perfect connected circle, and every time Hankyung gives a soft push into Heechul’s mouth, Heechul’s hand slides down Siwon’s cock and Siwon squeezes Hankyung’s hand and Hankyung’s hips push again and Heechul’s hand goes back up and the soft sounds that Heechul makes as Hankyung’s cock moves in and out and in and out is breathtaking.
It’s all getting to Siwon’s head, and he can’t breathe, but he needs more, much more, and he pulls Heechul’s hand away from his cock, and Heechul pulls away with a wet plop and raises an eyebrow at him. Siwon doesn’t say a word, just pulls Hankyung to him and pushes his own jeans completely off (and he doesn’t know when Heechul had the time to take his jeans off too) and pulls Hankyung down to him. Hankyung is too thin, all metal angles wrapped in tan velvet, and his eyes understand as Siwon pulls his hand to his mouth and starts sucking fingers.
Heechul moves over on his knees, presses his body close to Hankyung, wrapping himself around Hankyung’s back. He winds an arm around his waist, and he rubs his mouth against the back of Hankyung’s neck, and Siwon watches his hand slide over to Hankyung’s mouth. Hankyung uses his free hand to hold Heechul’s hand close, and his eyes fall shut just a little as he sucks those long leans fingers, his mouth prettier than Siwon realized.
Siwon can rub his hands down Heechul’s back, they’re that pressed together, and he brushes his hands over Heechul’s ass, and he didn’t know it but he guesses that was a sign, because Hankyung slides his fingers out his mouth and moves his hand down, and Siwon lets out a soft “oh god, oh god” as they press into him. It’s a slow steady burn, and he likes that Hankyung isn’t overly gentle, like he knows how much Siwon needs it and maybe he knows about Siwon’s quiet hidden need to be just a little hurt, and Siwon wouldn’t be surprised. Hankyung catches everything around him; just because he’s not speaking doesn’t mean that he doesn’t watch.
He doesn’t realize his eyes have fallen closed until Hankyung’s fingers hit that spot, and his back is arching and his eyes fly open and the look on Hankyung’s face says “ahhh, gotcha~”
Hankyung opens his mouth to say something, but then all of a sudden he’s the one gasping and arching and haha, Heechul’s found his spot too, and Siwon can’t help but smirk up at him. Hankyung makes a face at him, and his retaliation is to pull his fingers out, making Siwon groan and frown in discontent. Siwon lets out a small noise, a whine, and he’s surprised at himself for making it. Heechul’s eyes flash at him from over Hankyung’s shoulder and Siwon knows what that look is, and he tries to pull back father so he can watch both of them at once as Heechul holds onto Hankyung’s hips and oh, he must be pushing in now, because Hankyung groans and his hands clench tight on Siwon’s thighs, his hips moving backwards and his head starts to hang down and his breathing gets heavier and shorter.
Heechul’s eyes are closed, and he looks like he feels so good, and Siwon wants to feel that too. Heechul moves out, back in, and Hankyung’s body sways back and forth. Siwon had expected it to be fast and hard (Heechul’s not that patient) but instead it’s slow and drawn out and maybe that’s better, because Hankyung’s moans are louder and more needy. Siwon wants to feel good like that, wants Hankyung’s cock dancing in him, so he reaches out and draws Hankyung’s hips to his. Hankyung’s head slowly drifts back up, and his eyes are dazed, but he grins anyway as Siwon grabs his cock and guides it where he wants, and he’s pushing in slow and steady and Siwon’s going to burst into flames.
Hankyung reaches back and gives Heechul’s leg a squeeze, and Heechul stops moving long enough for Hankyung to grab Siwon’s legs and spread them out, sliding perfectly into place between them. Siwon gasps, moans, feels his face heat up, and he automatically reaches down for his own cock but Hankyung stops his hands. He holds them by the wrists and pins them up above Siwon’s head, onto the cool mirror. “Not yet…” His voice, quiet and husky, seems to make everything hotter, make everything stand out in stark relief… Siwon can’t do anything but listen, turn his head to press his cheek against the cold glass as Hankyung moves in, moves out, faster and harder, drawing his name out of Siwon’s mouth in a small cry. This is different from everything, anything, he’s imagined, dreamed of. Hankyung’s flesh is burning against his, and there’s sweat dripping from his neck to Siwon’s chest, and as his mouth attaches itself to Siwon’s, he thinks that maybe his flesh will start to boil and peel away.
He’s rocking against Hankyung, Hankyung’s rocking against him, then Hankyung makes a small sound into his mouth, and Heechul’s rocking too, rocking the both of them, and his hands join Hankyung’s around Siwon’s wrists.
Who quickens it, makes it faster? Siwon doesn’t know, just feels and feels as Hankyung slides back and forth, harder and harder, making his back arch, and he guesses that Hankyung’s self-control is just about gone because he’s saying something soft in Chinese, his voice getting higher in the heat of things. He looks almost like a doll, pushed back and forth between Siwon and Heechul, Heechul who looks strangely out of place because he’s so pretty, he seems like he should be the one in the middle, being taken care of…but when he looks up to meet Siwon’s eyes, there’s a dark look there and he pushes faster into Hankyung which presses him faster into Siwon and Siwon has to change his mind. Heechul is perfect there, controlling their pace, their wants and needs.
They slow down when Heechul wants it to last, Hankyung growling softly in the back of his throat and pushing back to entice Heechul to go faster, but Heechul never does until Hankyung looks back at him and says something quick in Chinese that Siwon can’t understand, but the tone of his voice is clear, and Heechul goes faster again, faster then before, deeper, and Siwon’s mind can’t keep up with all the thinking. So he feels and feels and moans and sighs and thrashes his head back and forth against the mirror because he wants to touch himself, the feeling is coiling up in his belly, and Hankyung won’t let go of his hands, no matter how much he pulls, but all of a sudden, Hankyung is crying out and Siwon feels his cum, just as hot as the rest of him, shoot into him, and he can even feel it oozing out but he doesn’t want it to, he wants to pull it back into his body where it can burn him from the inside out. Heechul gives a quiet sigh when he comes, letting his head drop onto Hankyung’s shoulder, and why is he the only one suffering?
He wiggles his hips, pulls on his arms, and Hankyung with his head on Siwon’s shoulder pushes himself up, and so does Heechul, and for minutes, they just stare at him, and Siwon’s hurting so badly because he just wants to get off, and he wonders if maybe they expect him to just cum without ever touching himself? Then Heechul moves to kneel beside Hankyung and the two kiss in front of him, and he thinks that it just might be possible. They kiss, and he can clearly see their tongues wrapping around each other, their lean hands running over each other’s bodies before they pull away from each other to look at him. Heechul runs his tongue over his lips, and Hankyung grins again, and oh, his hands are finally free. He doesn’t think about the ache in his shoulders as he moves to touch his cock, but his hands are knocked away by Heechul, and he whines without thinking because why isn’t he allowed to cum too?
He opens his mouth to complain, to demand, but his words are killed when Hankyung and Heechul both bend down, and both of their heads are in his lap, and he can feel both tongues running up and down his cock, can feel soft fingers and just a slight nip of teeth, and when he looks down with wide wide eyes and no breath left in this lungs, the two look up at him, eyes bright with laughter, and the image they make, tongues outstretched against his cock and against each other’s mouths makes him cum fast and hard.
His body shakes, and the thud is loud as his head hits the glass behind him, and his whole body goes limp, but he can’t close his eyes yet because Heechul and Hankyung aren’t done, lapping up shining beads of cum from Siwon’s legs, their own mouths, Siwon’s stomach, their hands and the sight almost makes Siwon hard again.
Siwon hasn’t thought about God much lately these days, because it’s gotten much too stressful to feel guilty about the thoughts he thinks, but he thinks that even if God himself came in right now, he wouldn’t be able to repent to save the world because he’s too greedy, and because the way Heechul and Hankyung have rested their heads against his thighs and are softly touching each other’s faces and his stomach is a sight he’d give his soul for. But for now, he’ll just close his eyes, because he’s too tired, and listen to the way Heechul and Hankyung are speaking and laughing softly with each other.
Author: MikkyBoom
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: NC17 [omg, again?]
Pairing: SiHanChul<3
Warnings(?): Apparently, once you write smut you can't stop? Or rather, it's that way in my case. And omfg, I wrote a threesome?! What's next, an orgy? O_O I keep surprsing myself. Oh and also, I totally tried my best to edit this, and oh yeah, this story is totally dedicated to heythere_hannah, 'cause she came out of nowhere and gave me kind words and let herself be forced into beta-ing for me. xD
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Siwon and Heechul can’t take their eyes off of Hankyung…. Who could? Siwon thinks that maybe the older man is some kind of magician, some kind of…thing that can turn your head faster than a punch and keep your attention longer and harder than the porn he’s sneaked off to watch once or twice.
And he knows that Heechul thinks the same thing, knows that Heechul is just as explosively captivated, because Heechul’s eyes get just a little wide, and his “God…” is whispered just loud enough for Siwon to hear.
It makes Siwon laugh softly to himself, and it makes him feel so relieved, because he likes to know that he’s not the only person in the world that thinks Hankyung is just too beautiful for his own good.
Siwon and Heechul sit side-to-side, backs against the cold mirror of the empty practice room that’s keeping the two from turning into pillars of flame. Heechul’s hand, resting so innocently on Siwon’s thigh only moments ago, is now clenching and unclenching in a way that makes Siwon bite his bottom lip to keep from giggling. He knows Heechul inside and out, knows better what’s going on in his head than maybe even Heechul does. Well, except for when it comes to sex. He wonders about it sometimes, wide-eyed in his bed as he stares at the ceiling and his hands are cold and clammy on his own skin, wonders if maybe Heechul moans or if he bites his lip or maybe he talks?
A flutter of white silk catches Siwon’s attention, and he remembers that there’s a living breathing image of perfection in front of him.
Hankyung is practicing his dancing, moving around the room like a gust of wind. He’s going alone on a TV program in China in about a week, and he wants to make sure that he doesn’t mess up. I don’t want to make Super Junior look badly he’d said in a determined voice, while Siwon and Heechul tried not to giggle at how cute he sounded.
“Siwon-ah, look….” Heechul’s voice is a study on reverence, and Siwon wonders if maybe he doesn’t want to look, maybe he doesn’t want to give his soul to the devil because, ah, that’s what Hankyung is, the devil, all temptation and sweaty skin and soft grunts as he turns too fast or too slow or misses a step that no one else noticed.
But he has to look, because it’s Hankyung, and wondering about it is going to make Siwon go crazy.
Hankyung has his arms outstretched, the white silk sleeves dripping out from his hands, and he sways and steps and his head is thrown back as he spins and the silk goes up and down and his hips move in exactly the same way Siwon imagines Heechul-hyung moves as he has sex. There’s the smallest smile on his lips, and it makes Siwon think that Hankyung, all sweet charm and not-quite-believable innocence, knows exactly what he’s doing to them as he stretches a leg out and bends his back and breathes.
Siwon looks down at Heechul, and finds him shaking his head. Heechul looks up at him, tuned to his every motion, and his dark eyes are brighter then usual, and he looks excited and mischievous. He looks over at Hankyung, who’s jumping and twisting and working so hard, and then back at Siwon, and runs his tongue over his lips.
Siwon wonders if Heechul knows that with just that little action, he’s received Siwon as his personal slave for the rest of eternity?
Heechul’s hands slide up Siwon’s thighs, then back down, then his thin body rises up so he can rest his mouth on Siwon’s ear. “You’re looking at him the way you look at me and the way he looks at us… I totally own the both of you.” He draws back, and Siwon doesn’t know whether to laugh or feign innocence, because Heechul trying to be sexy with his words is really funny. He can’t ever keep from turning the words that have the potential to be sexy into the usual little immature words he likes to throw around to fool people into believing that princesses don’t have brains.
But Siwon has brains too, so he doesn’t laugh. Siwon is also incapable of deceiving or lying, so he nods carefully, looking back at Hankyung who’s still dancing, still flowing with the air. Heechul’s hands squeezes his, a demand for attention, and when Siwon turns his head back to look at the boy that’s not really a boy or man or woman, his lips are caught into the sweetest and deepest kiss he’s ever had in his life.
Heechul’s tongue is as smooth as butter (from all the talk he does) and Siwon moans softly and his fingers scrabble for purchase on Heechul’s waist. Heechul rises to his knees, and Siwon’s head gets tilted back, and Heechul’s hair is so soft against his face and so are his hands and when Siwon hears the little thud of a misstep and a quiet shocked sound, he kisses harder.
Heechul’s mouth leaves his, and it draws a slick wet line down his neck, and it’s moving in a way that almost tickles because Heechul is talking, his voice a laugh. “He’s so mine... and so are you…” He laughs softly, and Siwon’s head is spinning, and he really hopes Heechul-hyung doesn’t expect an answer. Siwon’s head hits the smoothness of the mirror, and he opens his eyes slightly to find Hankyung watching them and his eyes are just the way Heechul’s were not too long ago, dark and bright and Siwon wants to kiss him too.
He smiles, and opens his mouth to call him over, but Heechul’s lowered himself onto his lap and moved so all that comes out is a strangled moan, and his eyes shoot open wider. This isn’t his first time doing this well maybe the having-sex-with-two-other-men part but for some reason when Heechul’s the one doing the moving and breathing it’s completely different from anything else in the world. He looks down at Heechul, open-mouthed, but Heechul has abandoned his neck to turn his head and smile at Hankyung. He rolls his hips again, and Siwon moans again, and then he realizes that Heechul is sticking his tongue out at Hankyung and the look on his face is screaming try to catch me! and all of a sudden Siwon’s laughing and moaning at the same time.
He raises a hand to Hankyung, whose white wife-beater is stuck to his chest in a way that’s better then him being utterly naked and his voice rings louder then he meant it to be. “Hyung…”
Hankyung’s laughing, gliding over, dropping to his knees beside them, and his mouth is incredibly unbelievably hot against Siwon’s before it’s gone to work on Heechul’s mouth. It doesn’t take long for Heechul to start moaning either, and Siwon’s amazed at how natural and graceful those sounds are. He leans back to watch the two, to watch Heechul’s hands move over as much of Hankyung he can get his hands on, to watch Hankyung reach down and brush his hand over Heechul’s crotch, getting Siwon’s in there too. Siwon sighs and Hankyung and Heechul break apart, and they’re giving him identical looks, cheeky and full of promises.
Heechul winks at him, turns to Hankyung and raises his arms like a child. Hankyung understands Heechul’s silent demand, and the shirt is pulled off and dropped somewhere on the floor, along with Hankyung’s thin as paper wife-beater. He stands up, and even that looks like he’s dancing. His hands drop to the elastic of the dance pants he wears, and when he pulls them down just slightly, Siwon doesn’t know if he wants them pulled off quick, or if he wants the tight black stretchy fabric to stray right there for just a few moments longer, so he can stare at the way it frames Hankyung’s cock. He doesn’t have a choice either way, because they’re gone without a second thought, and Hankyung looks like he wants to laugh as Heechul says a soft “oh” and reaches out towards him.
The sight of Heechul’s mouth sliding over Hankyung’s cock makes Siwon’s body limp. It apparently has the same effect on Hankyung too, because he buries his hands in Heechul’s hair and swallows hard and raises dreamy eyes to Siwon. He grins, blows a kiss to him, and immediately scrunches his nose in embarrassment at being forward (at a time like this?) and that little gesture is so Hankyung and so oddly sexy, Siwon wonders if he should feel left out right before Heechul glances at him from the corner of his eye and single-handedly unbuttons Siwon’s jeans and plunges a slightly wet hand into his boxers, grabbing his cock and giving it a slow slide up and down. Siwon gasps, moans, and grabs Hankyung’s hand as the older man reaches out for him.
They’re a perfect connected circle, and every time Hankyung gives a soft push into Heechul’s mouth, Heechul’s hand slides down Siwon’s cock and Siwon squeezes Hankyung’s hand and Hankyung’s hips push again and Heechul’s hand goes back up and the soft sounds that Heechul makes as Hankyung’s cock moves in and out and in and out is breathtaking.
It’s all getting to Siwon’s head, and he can’t breathe, but he needs more, much more, and he pulls Heechul’s hand away from his cock, and Heechul pulls away with a wet plop and raises an eyebrow at him. Siwon doesn’t say a word, just pulls Hankyung to him and pushes his own jeans completely off (and he doesn’t know when Heechul had the time to take his jeans off too) and pulls Hankyung down to him. Hankyung is too thin, all metal angles wrapped in tan velvet, and his eyes understand as Siwon pulls his hand to his mouth and starts sucking fingers.
Heechul moves over on his knees, presses his body close to Hankyung, wrapping himself around Hankyung’s back. He winds an arm around his waist, and he rubs his mouth against the back of Hankyung’s neck, and Siwon watches his hand slide over to Hankyung’s mouth. Hankyung uses his free hand to hold Heechul’s hand close, and his eyes fall shut just a little as he sucks those long leans fingers, his mouth prettier than Siwon realized.
Siwon can rub his hands down Heechul’s back, they’re that pressed together, and he brushes his hands over Heechul’s ass, and he didn’t know it but he guesses that was a sign, because Hankyung slides his fingers out his mouth and moves his hand down, and Siwon lets out a soft “oh god, oh god” as they press into him. It’s a slow steady burn, and he likes that Hankyung isn’t overly gentle, like he knows how much Siwon needs it and maybe he knows about Siwon’s quiet hidden need to be just a little hurt, and Siwon wouldn’t be surprised. Hankyung catches everything around him; just because he’s not speaking doesn’t mean that he doesn’t watch.
He doesn’t realize his eyes have fallen closed until Hankyung’s fingers hit that spot, and his back is arching and his eyes fly open and the look on Hankyung’s face says “ahhh, gotcha~”
Hankyung opens his mouth to say something, but then all of a sudden he’s the one gasping and arching and haha, Heechul’s found his spot too, and Siwon can’t help but smirk up at him. Hankyung makes a face at him, and his retaliation is to pull his fingers out, making Siwon groan and frown in discontent. Siwon lets out a small noise, a whine, and he’s surprised at himself for making it. Heechul’s eyes flash at him from over Hankyung’s shoulder and Siwon knows what that look is, and he tries to pull back father so he can watch both of them at once as Heechul holds onto Hankyung’s hips and oh, he must be pushing in now, because Hankyung groans and his hands clench tight on Siwon’s thighs, his hips moving backwards and his head starts to hang down and his breathing gets heavier and shorter.
Heechul’s eyes are closed, and he looks like he feels so good, and Siwon wants to feel that too. Heechul moves out, back in, and Hankyung’s body sways back and forth. Siwon had expected it to be fast and hard (Heechul’s not that patient) but instead it’s slow and drawn out and maybe that’s better, because Hankyung’s moans are louder and more needy. Siwon wants to feel good like that, wants Hankyung’s cock dancing in him, so he reaches out and draws Hankyung’s hips to his. Hankyung’s head slowly drifts back up, and his eyes are dazed, but he grins anyway as Siwon grabs his cock and guides it where he wants, and he’s pushing in slow and steady and Siwon’s going to burst into flames.
Hankyung reaches back and gives Heechul’s leg a squeeze, and Heechul stops moving long enough for Hankyung to grab Siwon’s legs and spread them out, sliding perfectly into place between them. Siwon gasps, moans, feels his face heat up, and he automatically reaches down for his own cock but Hankyung stops his hands. He holds them by the wrists and pins them up above Siwon’s head, onto the cool mirror. “Not yet…” His voice, quiet and husky, seems to make everything hotter, make everything stand out in stark relief… Siwon can’t do anything but listen, turn his head to press his cheek against the cold glass as Hankyung moves in, moves out, faster and harder, drawing his name out of Siwon’s mouth in a small cry. This is different from everything, anything, he’s imagined, dreamed of. Hankyung’s flesh is burning against his, and there’s sweat dripping from his neck to Siwon’s chest, and as his mouth attaches itself to Siwon’s, he thinks that maybe his flesh will start to boil and peel away.
He’s rocking against Hankyung, Hankyung’s rocking against him, then Hankyung makes a small sound into his mouth, and Heechul’s rocking too, rocking the both of them, and his hands join Hankyung’s around Siwon’s wrists.
Who quickens it, makes it faster? Siwon doesn’t know, just feels and feels as Hankyung slides back and forth, harder and harder, making his back arch, and he guesses that Hankyung’s self-control is just about gone because he’s saying something soft in Chinese, his voice getting higher in the heat of things. He looks almost like a doll, pushed back and forth between Siwon and Heechul, Heechul who looks strangely out of place because he’s so pretty, he seems like he should be the one in the middle, being taken care of…but when he looks up to meet Siwon’s eyes, there’s a dark look there and he pushes faster into Hankyung which presses him faster into Siwon and Siwon has to change his mind. Heechul is perfect there, controlling their pace, their wants and needs.
They slow down when Heechul wants it to last, Hankyung growling softly in the back of his throat and pushing back to entice Heechul to go faster, but Heechul never does until Hankyung looks back at him and says something quick in Chinese that Siwon can’t understand, but the tone of his voice is clear, and Heechul goes faster again, faster then before, deeper, and Siwon’s mind can’t keep up with all the thinking. So he feels and feels and moans and sighs and thrashes his head back and forth against the mirror because he wants to touch himself, the feeling is coiling up in his belly, and Hankyung won’t let go of his hands, no matter how much he pulls, but all of a sudden, Hankyung is crying out and Siwon feels his cum, just as hot as the rest of him, shoot into him, and he can even feel it oozing out but he doesn’t want it to, he wants to pull it back into his body where it can burn him from the inside out. Heechul gives a quiet sigh when he comes, letting his head drop onto Hankyung’s shoulder, and why is he the only one suffering?
He wiggles his hips, pulls on his arms, and Hankyung with his head on Siwon’s shoulder pushes himself up, and so does Heechul, and for minutes, they just stare at him, and Siwon’s hurting so badly because he just wants to get off, and he wonders if maybe they expect him to just cum without ever touching himself? Then Heechul moves to kneel beside Hankyung and the two kiss in front of him, and he thinks that it just might be possible. They kiss, and he can clearly see their tongues wrapping around each other, their lean hands running over each other’s bodies before they pull away from each other to look at him. Heechul runs his tongue over his lips, and Hankyung grins again, and oh, his hands are finally free. He doesn’t think about the ache in his shoulders as he moves to touch his cock, but his hands are knocked away by Heechul, and he whines without thinking because why isn’t he allowed to cum too?
He opens his mouth to complain, to demand, but his words are killed when Hankyung and Heechul both bend down, and both of their heads are in his lap, and he can feel both tongues running up and down his cock, can feel soft fingers and just a slight nip of teeth, and when he looks down with wide wide eyes and no breath left in this lungs, the two look up at him, eyes bright with laughter, and the image they make, tongues outstretched against his cock and against each other’s mouths makes him cum fast and hard.
His body shakes, and the thud is loud as his head hits the glass behind him, and his whole body goes limp, but he can’t close his eyes yet because Heechul and Hankyung aren’t done, lapping up shining beads of cum from Siwon’s legs, their own mouths, Siwon’s stomach, their hands and the sight almost makes Siwon hard again.
Siwon hasn’t thought about God much lately these days, because it’s gotten much too stressful to feel guilty about the thoughts he thinks, but he thinks that even if God himself came in right now, he wouldn’t be able to repent to save the world because he’s too greedy, and because the way Heechul and Hankyung have rested their heads against his thighs and are softly touching each other’s faces and his stomach is a sight he’d give his soul for. But for now, he’ll just close his eyes, because he’s too tired, and listen to the way Heechul and Hankyung are speaking and laughing softly with each other.