[fic]
title: O
rating: NC-17
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: various
summary: All normal sense of thought has gone.
comments: Thanks to ruinfea for reading through this for me, and providing me with the title.
warnings: Sex. Lot's of it.
Mouths and lips are absolutely everywhere, no one is sure who’s kissing who’s kissing who; tongues leave wet trails over flushed skin and teeth nip and nibble and bite along flesh, teasing, and hands and fingers are everywhere else, rubbing, stroking, tracing and squeezing.
Sweat-lined bodies slide against countless other sweat-lined bodies and damp strands of hair tickle numerous people’s skin. Hips meet hips, and a number of whimpers and moans can be heard throughout the room; all of their voices are unrecognizable now though, everyone sounds low and husky and hungry with desire; a hand squeezes playfully around one of numerous erections, a mouth confidently slides over another, and the tight heat of bodies welcomes even more still.
No one’s been able to keep track of who’s touching who or who’s kissing who or who’s fucking who now, but no one cares anymore, anyway. All normal sense of thought has gone, has gleefully fled the building, and all that remains is basic, instinctual actions, the need for pleasure (a hot mouth around even hotter flesh) and release (a groan and a jerk of hips) and satisfaction (lazy smiles and sated smirks). No one cares about wrong or right anymore; the only thing that needs to be considered is that everyone is taken care of. And they’re good at that, very good; whilst no one knows who's doing what to who, they all make sure everyone gets something; they’re very close, after all, a family, practically, and they know how to take care of each other.
A number of body parts are pressed, naked and sweaty and hot, against a number of other body parts, but none of them can be bothered to keep track of which arm belongs to who or whose leg that is wrapped around someone else’s hip.
Hearts are still racing from excitement and chests are still heaving from the exertion; small whimpers and soft panting can be heard from just about everyone and no one needs to voice the opinion that it was completely mind-blowing; its obviously unanimous, anyway.
For just a little while, until they can think straight again, fingers shift softly through sweaty hair and arms wrap around waists and shoulders, pulling flushed, naked bodies closer against flushed, naked bodies.
Eventually though, without any words passing between them, thirteen boys untangle themselves from each other, retrieving all their limbs and slipping back into their clothes before they all make their way into their beds - not always their own, though.
No words of significance are exchanged, none are needed; everyone knows it was amazing, and everyone knows that they’ll do it again, eventually.
- end -
rating: NC-17
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: various
summary: All normal sense of thought has gone.
comments: Thanks to ruinfea for reading through this for me, and providing me with the title.
warnings: Sex. Lot's of it.
Mouths and lips are absolutely everywhere, no one is sure who’s kissing who’s kissing who; tongues leave wet trails over flushed skin and teeth nip and nibble and bite along flesh, teasing, and hands and fingers are everywhere else, rubbing, stroking, tracing and squeezing.
Sweat-lined bodies slide against countless other sweat-lined bodies and damp strands of hair tickle numerous people’s skin. Hips meet hips, and a number of whimpers and moans can be heard throughout the room; all of their voices are unrecognizable now though, everyone sounds low and husky and hungry with desire; a hand squeezes playfully around one of numerous erections, a mouth confidently slides over another, and the tight heat of bodies welcomes even more still.
No one’s been able to keep track of who’s touching who or who’s kissing who or who’s fucking who now, but no one cares anymore, anyway. All normal sense of thought has gone, has gleefully fled the building, and all that remains is basic, instinctual actions, the need for pleasure (a hot mouth around even hotter flesh) and release (a groan and a jerk of hips) and satisfaction (lazy smiles and sated smirks). No one cares about wrong or right anymore; the only thing that needs to be considered is that everyone is taken care of. And they’re good at that, very good; whilst no one knows who's doing what to who, they all make sure everyone gets something; they’re very close, after all, a family, practically, and they know how to take care of each other.
A number of body parts are pressed, naked and sweaty and hot, against a number of other body parts, but none of them can be bothered to keep track of which arm belongs to who or whose leg that is wrapped around someone else’s hip.
Hearts are still racing from excitement and chests are still heaving from the exertion; small whimpers and soft panting can be heard from just about everyone and no one needs to voice the opinion that it was completely mind-blowing; its obviously unanimous, anyway.
For just a little while, until they can think straight again, fingers shift softly through sweaty hair and arms wrap around waists and shoulders, pulling flushed, naked bodies closer against flushed, naked bodies.
Eventually though, without any words passing between them, thirteen boys untangle themselves from each other, retrieving all their limbs and slipping back into their clothes before they all make their way into their beds - not always their own, though.
No words of significance are exchanged, none are needed; everyone knows it was amazing, and everyone knows that they’ll do it again, eventually.
- end -