Birthday Baiju
Title: Birthday Baiju
Pairing: Siwon/Heechul/Han Geng
Raiting: nc-17
Word Count: 4,500
Summary: Heechul and Han Geng get Siwon drunk.
Disclaimer: This is my first time writing a Ménage à trois so bear with. Also I tried my best with the Chinese, it might not be completely correct.
“I’m bored.” Heechul complained flopping down into Han Geng’s lap. It was a Saturday night and all the other members were out hosting their radio spot or filming variety, except Siwon, Hangeng and himself. Han Geng’s Korean isn’t good enough to be on Variety, Siwon can’t speak well on TV in general and Heechul’s antis were preventing him from making any public appearances.
Heechul wanted this opportunity to have some fun.
“Want to go out for drinks?” He asked Han Geng, waggling an eyebrow.
“I don’t have any money right now, and neither do you, remember?” Han Gen said for the fifth time today.
Heechul remembered, they are in fact broke from buying Sungmin that fancy pink silk lingerie set for his birthday. Where is that lingerie set anyway? He wondered He was kinda looking forward to bursting in on Sungmin jerking off in it. It’s probably under his bed where he keeps all his other toys…
He looked over at Siwon, sitting at the kitchen table reading some kind of self-improvement book and sipping at a large mug of tea. Heechul hates self-improvement books, even if Siwon is tight-wound Christian he can’t find anything else wrong with him.
Han Geng grunted as Heechul leapt out of his lap and sauntered over to Siwon and leaned against him, rubbing his body against his.
“Siwon-shii, wanna come out with us?” He cooed playing with the collar of the youngers shirt. “I’ll let you buy us drinks.”
Swon always says no, but it’s worth a try. The last time Siwon went out, he took two sips of beer and left immediately after Donghae started doing shots off of Eunhyuk’s stomach.
Siwon raised an eyebrow, and without looking away from his book he replied. “Hyung, how many times do I have to tell you: I don’t drink, and I have to wake up early to go to Church tomorrow.” Heechul whined and tried to plead with him but Siwon ignored him. Heechul returned to his place in Han Geng’s lap, agitated.
…
Fucking Han Geng sober on a Saturday night just won’t sit with him. He needed alcohol. I mean he could fuck Hangeng just like any other night (or rather Hangeng fucking him), but it wouldn’t be the same. He loved the way Hangeng slurred his speech and bullied him in Chinese when he was drunk. Han Geng was too gentle when when he’s sober and Chul wanted it rough, we wanted to wake up tomorrow morning red, bruised, and preferably tied to something. Drunk Hen Geng is always in charge and drunk Heechul liked it that way.
He sat in Han Geng’s lap for a few more moments then got up again. Maybe Shindong has a money stash hidden somewhere… He headed for Shindong’s room, Han Geng following close behind. Heechul threw open Shindong’s drawers and starts to rummage through them.
“What are you doing, Hyung?” Han Geng asked.
“Looking for Shindong’s money so we can buy soju and have hot drunken sex.” He said flatly.
Suddenly Han Geng’s eyes went wide, and a smirk danced across his face. Han Geng grabbed Heechul by the arm and dragged him into his room and shoved him onto the bed.
“Just a second.” He said before diving into the depths of his closet.">Does Han Geng have a money stash? Bastard’s been holding out on me… Heechul thought, more annoyed than before. He crossed his arms and stared angrily at Han Geng’s lovely backside, unable to help himself he reached over and landed a smack square on it’s left cheek, maybe a little too hard. Han Geng let out a small cry, which made Heechul a tad less upset.
After a few minutes of digging, Han Geng returned triumphantly with a black, smashed, dusty suitcase.
“What the hell is that?”
Geng didn’t answer. Instead he put the case on the bed and unzipped it, mumbling something in Chinese along the lines of “It better still be here…” Heechul fought the urge to snatch the case away from him. A giant smile emerged on Han Geng’s lips as he pulled out a slightly crumpled white gift bag with a red bow tied on it. He undid the bow tossed it aside.
“We won’t need to steal any money tonight.” Han Geng almost sings.
“What’s in the bag! What’s in the bag!” Heechul flailed impatiently, trying to grab it. Han Geng held it just out of reach and carefully pulled out a huge porcelain bottle with large Chinese characters written on it. Heechul’s jaw dropped
“Is that…?”
Hangeng nodded.
“This, my dearest Hyung, is the finest bottle of baijiu this side of the Yellow Sea.” Upon hearing that, Heechul jumped up on the bed grabbed Han Geng and kissed him full on the lips with such excitement that he almost fell off. Han Geng caught him; Heechul wrapped his legs around Han Geng’s waist and kissed him sloppily again. “You’ve been holding out on me all this time! How did you get that?”
“My mom sent it to me for my birthday last year; she told me to save it for a special occasion.”
Heechul knit his brow and smacked Han Geng’s face playfully. “I wasn’t a special occasion before?”
“I forgot about it!”
Heechul rolled his eyes and snatched the bottle from him, twisted the lib off and inhaled, the sharp sent of the baijiu hit him, this was going to be good.
“What are you two doing now?” Siwon must have heard the commotion and was now staring at them from the doorway, hands on his toned hips. “Do I have to leave again? You guys get so ">vocal sometimes.”
“Look what Hankyung found!” Heechul rejoiced, sliding off of Han Geng, waving the bottle in Siwons face. “I’ll get glasses; you can help Hankyung clean up his mess.”
“I don’t want any!” Siwon protested but Heechul was already headed for the kitchen.
…
Heechul poured off more than half of Siwon’s barely touched tea and replaced it with baijiu, more than enough to compromise Siwon. He and Han Geng had agreed a long time ago that if they ever managed to get Siwon drunk they would have to enjoy him fully and completely. He grabbed two glasses from the cupboard just as Siwon returned and filled them generously.
Relieved that there isn’t a third glass, Siwon sat back down at the table. Heechul took a sip of the baijiu, it stung his throat exquisitely as it went down. “Why aren’t you drinking your tea?” He asked
“It’s not very good,” Siwon said frowning, “it supposed to be healthy, Jongwoon-hyung gave it to me to help reduce stress.”">Oh, your stress will be reduced all right. All that sexual tension you have built up inside will soon be released.
“One shot! One shot! One shot!” Heechul chanted, “I dare you to drink that all in one go Siwon, but I bet you can’t!”
The word “can’t” is not part of Siwon’s vocabulary, and without even considering Heechul’s devious antics, Siwon downed the entire mug, coughed once, and looked up at Heechul, wide eyed, his cheeks going red.
“Feel less stressed now?” Heechul chided, taking another swig from his glass.
Siwon pointed an accusing finger at Heechul, trying to find his voice to yell at him, but his throat burned, and he could only coughed some more. For such a big man, Siwon is a total lightweight, and he felt the alcohol beginning to affect him immediately; a pleasant warmth swept over him, his head cleared and a plesant feeling started to stir in his lower abdomen.
Han Geng entered the kitchen and picked up his glass and put it to his lips before noticing Siwon.
“Are you alright?”
“I tricked him into getting himself drunk.” Heechul said, beaming. Geng smirked, downed half a glass of the white liquor, pulled Heechul closer to him by his belt loops, and looked Siwon over.
“I hope drunk Siwon and concert high Swion are similar…” Hangeng thought aloud, running a hand up Heechul’s back. After concerts Siwon always goes around kissing, hugging, and smacking everyone’s butts, telling everyone how much he loved them. Heechul and Han Geng had tried to make their move when he was in this state, but Siwon always stopped them.
“I don’t love you guys like that.” He would say, blushing. They had hoped getting him drunk would fix that problem.
Before Siwon could find his voice, Heechul’s lips and Han Geng’s hands were on him. Heechul kissed his neck and nibbled at his ear. Hangeng massaged his shoulders, hands sliding down under his collar to brush teasingly over his nipples. Heechul was expecting verbal protest, or maybe a slap to the face, but instead Siwon began to relax; his hands fell to his sides and he sighed deeply.
“Maybe I gave him too much…” said Heechul, slightly concerned. He wanted to fuck a drunken Siwon not a half-conscious one… But then again he wasn’t going to be picky.
Then all of a sudden Siwon’s arms were around Heechul; he moaned softly and moved his mouth to meet Heechul’s in a wet, passionate kiss. His hands moved almost frantically up and down Heechul’s back. A surprised Heechul smiled into his lips, straddled his lap, and wound his fingers into the younger’s hair, kissing back earnestly, rolling his hips into the other’s. Heechul felt Siwon’s cock growing bigger beneath him. His own erection was beginning to press uncomfortably against the tight denim of his jeans.
Siwon pulled away, panting slightly, his eyes a bit glazed over. “Hyung… Hyung…” He moaned kissing Heechul again. Han Geng moved his head down and began to suck on the prince’s neck. Siwon jumped slightly; Han Gengs presence registering, he moved one of his hands to grasp the base of the dancer’s neck; he released Heechul’s lips, this time turning his head to smash them into Han Geng’s.
Then out of nowhere Siwon stood up, sending Heechul to the floor, and turned around to shove Han Geng up against the counter so forcefully that he ended up sitting on it. Han Geng smiled broadly and tore Siwon’s shirt off, running his fingertips on skin there. The two tangled themselves together in a frantic fit of kisses, grunting, and undulating.
Heechul, left forgotten on the floor, huffed, got up, and left.
Han Geng and Siwon fail notice Heechul’s disappearance, their tongues were too busy fighting, their hands too busy exploring each other’s bodies. Siwon removed Han Geng’s shirt, this thumb wandered up his waist and gently massaged a nipple has he began to suckle the elder’s neck. Geng let out an airy moan and shoved his hand down the back of Siwon’s sweatpants to clutch at the rounded, plump flesh, pulling their hips closer together. They were both so red and hard when they finally noticed they were missing a member.
With a bit if guilt, they detangled themselves and moved out of the kitchen toward the bedrooms. Han Geng hopes desperately that Heechul hasn’t left. The guilt he would have to live with if he enjoyed Siwon’s huge (judging by the substantial size of the bulge he felt rubbing up against him) cock all to himself. Quietly, he opened the door to Heechul’s room. Siwon, unable to keep his balance much longer, leaned on him, curving himself into Han Geng’s back kissing his shoulder blades. Hangeng prayed that Heechul was asleep or on the computer or jerking off… anything but gone.
The room was silent and dark.
“Heechulie-hyung?” Han Geng whispered as sweetly as he could.
“Hmm?” Came a sultry voice from the corner of the room. Han Geng turned the dimmer knob up just enough so that he could make out the outline on the bed; his vision adjusted a bit more and he saw what was waiting for them. Heechul, sprawled out like artwork on the bed, wearing Sungmin’s pink silk lingerie set, his half erect cock pocking out from the top of his lacy panties.
Han geng almost came right there.
How could he have forgotten about him? The sublime creature that could him stiffen with just a glance from across a room, who never left his mind for even a second, who’s slender nimble, fingers could make him melt to his knees with just the slightest touch?
Han Geng crawled onto the bed ready to make up his wrongdoings and reproclaim his loyalty to Heechul but Heechul only puts a delicate hand to his chest, stopping him.
“No, continue where you two left off; I want to watch for a bit.”
Hen Geng backed off, reluctantly, letting his hand trail down the length of Heechul’s slim body, lingering for a moment on the pale skin of his inner thigh; if that’s what Heechul wanted, that’s what he’ll do.
He turned his attention back to Siwon, slumped over the dresser, staring at Heechul with dark eyes, the tent in his pants bigger than before. Han Geng grabbed him and kissed him again, gaining his full attention. He pulled him off of the dresser by his hips and led him towards the bed, his hand sliding down to palm his throbbing bulge. Siwon groaned loudly, approving his touch. His other hand toyed with the hem of Siwon’s sweatpants letting it snap against his hipbone. Before Swion lost his balance completely, Han Geng shoved him onto the bed and knelt over him. Heechul scooted to the edge to give them more room, purring softly. Hangeng rid Siwon of his sweats and sat back on his heels to admire what is at his disposal in front of him.
He had seen Siwon’s naked form before, but never this intimately, his skin was tanned and taught, unlike the familiar milky white softness of Heechul’s, beads of sweat formed along collarbone…
“Hankyung-hyung…” Siwon finally spoke. “Heechul-hyung…”
They both froze and looked at him intently, curious at to what he was going to say, although it really didn’t matter; nothing was going to stop them at this point.
Passion was coiled in Siwon’s abdomen; he wanted them, he wanted both of them so bad…
“It killed me to tell both of you off all those times because I didn’t want to ruin your relationship.” He said, surprisingly coherent. ”I don’t want to ruin our relationship…”
“You’re not going to ruin anything Siwon-shii.” Heechul purred, moving closer, his hand spreading over his thigh. He planted kisses one-by-one up his leg, suckling at the bare limb. Hangeng moved from atop the younger and slid in-between him and the headboard. Feeling the warmth of Siwon’s back on his chest he caressed the firm pink nubs of nerves and with his mouth he set to work on a colony of hickeys on his neck that would have to take 5 layers of makeup to cover the next morning.
Siwon let out a wanton moan as Heechul neared the straining member, the elder encircled him with his hand and began to stroke, slowly and firmly, the flat of his tongue teasing the slit at its tip. Heechul opened his mouth and took him in halfway, his flushed cheeks hollowing.
“Ahhh” Siwon inhaled sharply, his hips rolling upward into Heechul’s mouth.
Heechul bobbed up and down, sucking and slurping the pink swollen flesh. Siwon was nearing orgasm quickly; the muscles in his abdomen tensed even more, his knees bending. Heechul squeezed the base of his cock and pulled off him, continuing to lap at the tip; his lips red and plumped from the stretch.
“Hyung why am I getting all the attention?” Siwon spoke again, this time a bit frantic.
“You’ll be more relaxed after you’ve come once. Hankyung was like that in the beginning too.” Heechul smiled, rubbing Siwon’s precome-soaked head with his thumb, making his legs twitch. He dropped down and took him in again, all the way to the base this time. Siwon threw his head back onto Han Geng’s shoulder and groaned loudly, toes curling. Like a pro, Heechul deep-throated Siwon, his tongue swirling around the head, one hand squeezing the base, the other gently massaging the globes below.
Siwon grit his teeth and made a guttural, almost growling series of noises between his gasps for air as he came hard in Heechul’s mouth, hips bucking involuntarily, back arched, hands gripping Han Geng’s thighs tightly. Heechul pulled off of him slowly, swallowing every last drop as elegantly a he could, dabbing the corners of his mouth with the base of him palm.
“Oh, fuck, that was good.” Siwon exhaled, causing Heechul’s eyes to widen; he’d never heard Siwon curse like that before, it was unbelievably sexy. When Siwon closed his eyes and started to dose off, Heechul grabbed his limp cock and began to fist it again, causing Siwon to sit straight up and let out a small yelp.
“Don’t even think about sleeping.” Heechul said, squeezing him, a little bit painfully.
Heechul looked up, crooked his finger and beckoned Han Geng toward him. The blonde pushed Siwon aside and wrapped his hand around Heechul’s neck, dragging him in for a kiss. Kneeling on the bed, Han Geng pulled him into his lap, fitting his thigh between the other’s legs. Heechul, desperate for friction, rolled his hips into him, his tongue drawing patterns alonf the inside of Han Geng’s mouth. Han Geng’s trailed his hands up Heechul’s body, tracing his collarbone with the tips of his figngers and slid them underneath the lingerie straps causing them to fall down his shoulders, exposing his pale chest. Open mouthed, Han Geng kissed his jaw then his neck moving slowly downward, Heechul arched, hands threading through the blonde’s hair as his mouth sucked and bit lightly on an already very hard nipple. Heechul moaned louder as Geng palmed him through the soft silk of his panties, fingers sliding around the hem.
Han Geng pushed Heechul down in to the bed, his head hanging off the edge, rid him of his panties, grabbed his thighs and pulled him towards him, bending his knees. Heechul caught off guard at the sudden change of positions but then wailed as the blonde began to kiss up the inside of the redhead’s legs, scraping his teeth on the delicate flesh, making him gasp for air. Avoiding his cock completely, Han Geng made his purchase further downward, causing Heechul’s breath to hitch in his throat.
“You fucking tease.” Heechul panted, trying to claw at Han Geng’s sweats. With a generous about of saliva, Geng went down on him; preparing him, tongue wetting the warm crevice and swirling about the ring of muscle. Heechul swore again as a finger, somehow slicked with lube, nudged at his entrance; it glided in smoothly, sending a shiver of heat up his spine. A second finger, not as smooth as the last, was added almost too soon. He tried to relax as his muscles tightened involuntarily at the invasion of his hole. Geng fucked him quicker, loosening him more and more with each thrust. A filthy stream of Chinese left his mouth as he pumped his fingers and gazed into Heechul’s eyes.
Heechul was stretched enough, but Geng wouldn’t stop, he teased his fingers in and out; hitting his prostate then backing off again.
“Just fuck me already, you asshole.” Heechul snapped, trying to pull the other’s sweats down unsuccessfully. Geng shook his head and pressed his finger down onto the bundle of nerves earning him a throaty moan as Heechul’s head smacked against the mattress. Desperate for more stimulation, the elder reached down and fisted himself only to be stopped by the youngers large hand gripping his wrist and moving it above his head.
Lost in each other, they had forgotten about Siwon, who was leaning on the headboard watching them, unabashed, cock full and hard once again. Unable to control himself any longer he crawled behind Han Geng and kissed down his spine, trailing his hands up and down his sides lightly.
“Just stick you cock in me already what the hell is wrong with you.” Heechul screamed writhing underneath Geng. Distracted by Siwon’s mouth on his lower back, he’d stopped his ministrations to Heechul, earning him a foot in the face. Han Geng bit Heechul’s toes playfully and stood up, removing his fingers from Heechul earning him another wail and a slap. No one had to tell Siwon to strip Han Geng of his pants and boxers running his hands up the back of his legs, causing goose bumps to rise and his dick to twitch.
Before Heechul could swear at him again he kneeled down, grabbed his thighs and rammed into him. Heechul sat bolt upright and screamed, back bowed, jaw hanging open. Han Geng thrust into him full on, giving Heechul no time to adjust to the girth of his cock. Heechul sobbed into Han Geng’s neck overtaken with pain and delicious heat.
Han Geng grabbed him by the hips he fucked up into him, earning him more approving sobs, his head spinning. He leaned back on his heels, pulling out of Heechul only for a moment to flip him over, then dragged him back on top of him, reentering him swiftly. Heechul was now atop Han Geng, facing away form him.
Still surprised at Han Geng’s strength, Heechul groaned richly, blinded by how deep the blonde was buried inside him in this new position, and sat still for a few moments, allowing his body to relax before he gingerly lifted himself up, quaking slightly, and dropped back down, crying out as Han Geng hit him square in the prostate sending waves of heat up his spine. Heechul threw his arms back around Han Geng’s neck as he rode him on shaky legs. Geng grabbed Heechul by the hips firmly, kissing his shoulder blades, and helped him lift himself up, moaning stiffly. Finally finding the right leverage, he managed to thrust up into Heechul’s heat, he nipped at his ear, and cooing to him in velvety Chinese.
Heechul screamed again, and curled his toes into the sheets as he felt something hot, wet and soft between his legs.
“Nah hhhaa..” He tossed his head back as his vision shorted out again and emitted guttural syllables of pleasure, he felt every inch of him being taken in by Siwon, his thick lips tightening abound him.
“How did you learn…ah… fuck…” Heechul hissed as Siwon swallowed. The back of his throat constricted his head, Siwon hummed, the vibrations shooting up Heechul’s spine straight to the pleasure center of his brain, making him choke.
Heechul came silently, wildly, mouthing Han Geng’s name, spine stiff, limbs jerking, with white spots in his eyes. He clung to Siwon’s shoulders as he shot his load into his mouth, shuddering, and then fell limp, Geng still hard as a rock inside him.
After his breathing evened, Heechul eased off Geng, stretched, massaged his legs, and then curled up on the bed purring like a satisfied cat.
…
“Siwon, I need you, Siwon-ah.” It was Han Geng who was begging this time, cock wet and swollen, ready to burst. Siwon stared at him for a moment, and then to everyone’s surprise, he fished the tube of lube out from the mess of sheets and squeezed a dollop on his finger. Undeterred, he scooted forward and smeared the sticky substance over the Geng’s hole generously. Han Geng placed his hand on Siwon’s wrist and guided his finger into him. Geng loosened easily, as if he had been waiting for it since they first made-out back in the kitchen, but it was still going to be a tight fit. Siwon fucked him easily with three fingers before pulling out and positioned himself over Han Geng.
Geng ran his foot up and down Siwon’s side, reassuring him as Siwon eased into him, the head of his cock making it past the thick ring of muscle. Geng clamped his legs around Siwon as he pushed his way in all the way to the hilt. Han Geng was so tight, and Siwon was so loaded that Siwon nearly came from just the sheer tight, rippling moistness of the muscles that enveloped him. He paused, and swallowed hard in an attempt to control his orgasm. He breathed deeply and then took a tentative thrust, and then another.
Han Geng grunted, bending his knees more, pulling Siwon closer. Siwon in Response picked up his pace, finding his rhythm he drove into Geng’s heat, the veins on the surface of his skin becoming more and more pronounced.
Heechul watched them just as if he was watching his favorite porno, lying on his side at the end of the bed, legs crossed, with his arm bent, propping up his head, just watching. He licked his lips, tasting the remains of Siwon and the alcohol.
“我肏 do that again!” Hen Geng moaned loudly as Siwon caught him at just the right angle. Siwon snapped his hips, the sound of slapping skin filling the thick, sweet air. Han Geng dug his nails into Siwon’s back and smashed his mouth against his moaning. Siwon groaned into his lips, shifted positions, and drove into him harder still.
Siwon pounded into him, hitting the over sensitive bundle of nerves again and again each like a wave of ectasy crashing into him. Before he knew it he was coming, knees locked, clinging to Siwon, as he spilled onto his stomach.
The convulsing of Han Geng’s muscles sent Siwon over the edge, his thrusts became erratic as he moaned violently, almost yelling, his jaw clenching as he poured into him.
Panting Siwon collapsed atop Han Geng, letting his head clear. “Get off me.” Han Geng shoved at Siwon’s limp shoulder. With the last of his strength Siwon rolled over, his seed dribbling out of Geng onto the crumpled sheets.
Han Geng placed his hand on Siwon’s chest, leaned in, and planted a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. Siwon put his arm around him eyes drooping.
Only moments later they felt another slide body between them, rubbing his erection against Siwon’s thigh.
“Hankyung-ah, Siwon-shii,” He breathed “I’m hard again.”
“…Fix it.”
…
In church the next morning the woman beside Swion swore she heard him say under his breath with his hands clasped: “Please let me fuck Heechul-hyung next time.”
Maybe Siwon wasn’t such a lightweight after all.
Pairing: Siwon/Heechul/Han Geng
Raiting: nc-17
Word Count: 4,500
Summary: Heechul and Han Geng get Siwon drunk.
Disclaimer: This is my first time writing a Ménage à trois so bear with. Also I tried my best with the Chinese, it might not be completely correct.
“I’m bored.” Heechul complained flopping down into Han Geng’s lap. It was a Saturday night and all the other members were out hosting their radio spot or filming variety, except Siwon, Hangeng and himself. Han Geng’s Korean isn’t good enough to be on Variety, Siwon can’t speak well on TV in general and Heechul’s antis were preventing him from making any public appearances.
Heechul wanted this opportunity to have some fun.
“Want to go out for drinks?” He asked Han Geng, waggling an eyebrow.
“I don’t have any money right now, and neither do you, remember?” Han Gen said for the fifth time today.
Heechul remembered, they are in fact broke from buying Sungmin that fancy pink silk lingerie set for his birthday. Where is that lingerie set anyway? He wondered He was kinda looking forward to bursting in on Sungmin jerking off in it. It’s probably under his bed where he keeps all his other toys…
He looked over at Siwon, sitting at the kitchen table reading some kind of self-improvement book and sipping at a large mug of tea. Heechul hates self-improvement books, even if Siwon is tight-wound Christian he can’t find anything else wrong with him.
Han Geng grunted as Heechul leapt out of his lap and sauntered over to Siwon and leaned against him, rubbing his body against his.
“Siwon-shii, wanna come out with us?” He cooed playing with the collar of the youngers shirt. “I’ll let you buy us drinks.”
Swon always says no, but it’s worth a try. The last time Siwon went out, he took two sips of beer and left immediately after Donghae started doing shots off of Eunhyuk’s stomach.
Siwon raised an eyebrow, and without looking away from his book he replied. “Hyung, how many times do I have to tell you: I don’t drink, and I have to wake up early to go to Church tomorrow.” Heechul whined and tried to plead with him but Siwon ignored him. Heechul returned to his place in Han Geng’s lap, agitated.
…
Fucking Han Geng sober on a Saturday night just won’t sit with him. He needed alcohol. I mean he could fuck Hangeng just like any other night (or rather Hangeng fucking him), but it wouldn’t be the same. He loved the way Hangeng slurred his speech and bullied him in Chinese when he was drunk. Han Geng was too gentle when when he’s sober and Chul wanted it rough, we wanted to wake up tomorrow morning red, bruised, and preferably tied to something. Drunk Hen Geng is always in charge and drunk Heechul liked it that way.
He sat in Han Geng’s lap for a few more moments then got up again. Maybe Shindong has a money stash hidden somewhere… He headed for Shindong’s room, Han Geng following close behind. Heechul threw open Shindong’s drawers and starts to rummage through them.
“What are you doing, Hyung?” Han Geng asked.
“Looking for Shindong’s money so we can buy soju and have hot drunken sex.” He said flatly.
Suddenly Han Geng’s eyes went wide, and a smirk danced across his face. Han Geng grabbed Heechul by the arm and dragged him into his room and shoved him onto the bed.
“Just a second.” He said before diving into the depths of his closet.">Does Han Geng have a money stash? Bastard’s been holding out on me… Heechul thought, more annoyed than before. He crossed his arms and stared angrily at Han Geng’s lovely backside, unable to help himself he reached over and landed a smack square on it’s left cheek, maybe a little too hard. Han Geng let out a small cry, which made Heechul a tad less upset.
After a few minutes of digging, Han Geng returned triumphantly with a black, smashed, dusty suitcase.
“What the hell is that?”
Geng didn’t answer. Instead he put the case on the bed and unzipped it, mumbling something in Chinese along the lines of “It better still be here…” Heechul fought the urge to snatch the case away from him. A giant smile emerged on Han Geng’s lips as he pulled out a slightly crumpled white gift bag with a red bow tied on it. He undid the bow tossed it aside.
“We won’t need to steal any money tonight.” Han Geng almost sings.
“What’s in the bag! What’s in the bag!” Heechul flailed impatiently, trying to grab it. Han Geng held it just out of reach and carefully pulled out a huge porcelain bottle with large Chinese characters written on it. Heechul’s jaw dropped
“Is that…?”
Hangeng nodded.
“This, my dearest Hyung, is the finest bottle of baijiu this side of the Yellow Sea.” Upon hearing that, Heechul jumped up on the bed grabbed Han Geng and kissed him full on the lips with such excitement that he almost fell off. Han Geng caught him; Heechul wrapped his legs around Han Geng’s waist and kissed him sloppily again. “You’ve been holding out on me all this time! How did you get that?”
“My mom sent it to me for my birthday last year; she told me to save it for a special occasion.”
Heechul knit his brow and smacked Han Geng’s face playfully. “I wasn’t a special occasion before?”
“I forgot about it!”
Heechul rolled his eyes and snatched the bottle from him, twisted the lib off and inhaled, the sharp sent of the baijiu hit him, this was going to be good.
“What are you two doing now?” Siwon must have heard the commotion and was now staring at them from the doorway, hands on his toned hips. “Do I have to leave again? You guys get so ">vocal sometimes.”
“Look what Hankyung found!” Heechul rejoiced, sliding off of Han Geng, waving the bottle in Siwons face. “I’ll get glasses; you can help Hankyung clean up his mess.”
“I don’t want any!” Siwon protested but Heechul was already headed for the kitchen.
…
Heechul poured off more than half of Siwon’s barely touched tea and replaced it with baijiu, more than enough to compromise Siwon. He and Han Geng had agreed a long time ago that if they ever managed to get Siwon drunk they would have to enjoy him fully and completely. He grabbed two glasses from the cupboard just as Siwon returned and filled them generously.
Relieved that there isn’t a third glass, Siwon sat back down at the table. Heechul took a sip of the baijiu, it stung his throat exquisitely as it went down. “Why aren’t you drinking your tea?” He asked
“It’s not very good,” Siwon said frowning, “it supposed to be healthy, Jongwoon-hyung gave it to me to help reduce stress.”">Oh, your stress will be reduced all right. All that sexual tension you have built up inside will soon be released.
“One shot! One shot! One shot!” Heechul chanted, “I dare you to drink that all in one go Siwon, but I bet you can’t!”
The word “can’t” is not part of Siwon’s vocabulary, and without even considering Heechul’s devious antics, Siwon downed the entire mug, coughed once, and looked up at Heechul, wide eyed, his cheeks going red.
“Feel less stressed now?” Heechul chided, taking another swig from his glass.
Siwon pointed an accusing finger at Heechul, trying to find his voice to yell at him, but his throat burned, and he could only coughed some more. For such a big man, Siwon is a total lightweight, and he felt the alcohol beginning to affect him immediately; a pleasant warmth swept over him, his head cleared and a plesant feeling started to stir in his lower abdomen.
Han Geng entered the kitchen and picked up his glass and put it to his lips before noticing Siwon.
“Are you alright?”
“I tricked him into getting himself drunk.” Heechul said, beaming. Geng smirked, downed half a glass of the white liquor, pulled Heechul closer to him by his belt loops, and looked Siwon over.
“I hope drunk Siwon and concert high Swion are similar…” Hangeng thought aloud, running a hand up Heechul’s back. After concerts Siwon always goes around kissing, hugging, and smacking everyone’s butts, telling everyone how much he loved them. Heechul and Han Geng had tried to make their move when he was in this state, but Siwon always stopped them.
“I don’t love you guys like that.” He would say, blushing. They had hoped getting him drunk would fix that problem.
Before Siwon could find his voice, Heechul’s lips and Han Geng’s hands were on him. Heechul kissed his neck and nibbled at his ear. Hangeng massaged his shoulders, hands sliding down under his collar to brush teasingly over his nipples. Heechul was expecting verbal protest, or maybe a slap to the face, but instead Siwon began to relax; his hands fell to his sides and he sighed deeply.
“Maybe I gave him too much…” said Heechul, slightly concerned. He wanted to fuck a drunken Siwon not a half-conscious one… But then again he wasn’t going to be picky.
Then all of a sudden Siwon’s arms were around Heechul; he moaned softly and moved his mouth to meet Heechul’s in a wet, passionate kiss. His hands moved almost frantically up and down Heechul’s back. A surprised Heechul smiled into his lips, straddled his lap, and wound his fingers into the younger’s hair, kissing back earnestly, rolling his hips into the other’s. Heechul felt Siwon’s cock growing bigger beneath him. His own erection was beginning to press uncomfortably against the tight denim of his jeans.
Siwon pulled away, panting slightly, his eyes a bit glazed over. “Hyung… Hyung…” He moaned kissing Heechul again. Han Geng moved his head down and began to suck on the prince’s neck. Siwon jumped slightly; Han Gengs presence registering, he moved one of his hands to grasp the base of the dancer’s neck; he released Heechul’s lips, this time turning his head to smash them into Han Geng’s.
Then out of nowhere Siwon stood up, sending Heechul to the floor, and turned around to shove Han Geng up against the counter so forcefully that he ended up sitting on it. Han Geng smiled broadly and tore Siwon’s shirt off, running his fingertips on skin there. The two tangled themselves together in a frantic fit of kisses, grunting, and undulating.
Heechul, left forgotten on the floor, huffed, got up, and left.
Han Geng and Siwon fail notice Heechul’s disappearance, their tongues were too busy fighting, their hands too busy exploring each other’s bodies. Siwon removed Han Geng’s shirt, this thumb wandered up his waist and gently massaged a nipple has he began to suckle the elder’s neck. Geng let out an airy moan and shoved his hand down the back of Siwon’s sweatpants to clutch at the rounded, plump flesh, pulling their hips closer together. They were both so red and hard when they finally noticed they were missing a member.
With a bit if guilt, they detangled themselves and moved out of the kitchen toward the bedrooms. Han Geng hopes desperately that Heechul hasn’t left. The guilt he would have to live with if he enjoyed Siwon’s huge (judging by the substantial size of the bulge he felt rubbing up against him) cock all to himself. Quietly, he opened the door to Heechul’s room. Siwon, unable to keep his balance much longer, leaned on him, curving himself into Han Geng’s back kissing his shoulder blades. Hangeng prayed that Heechul was asleep or on the computer or jerking off… anything but gone.
The room was silent and dark.
“Heechulie-hyung?” Han Geng whispered as sweetly as he could.
“Hmm?” Came a sultry voice from the corner of the room. Han Geng turned the dimmer knob up just enough so that he could make out the outline on the bed; his vision adjusted a bit more and he saw what was waiting for them. Heechul, sprawled out like artwork on the bed, wearing Sungmin’s pink silk lingerie set, his half erect cock pocking out from the top of his lacy panties.
Han geng almost came right there.
How could he have forgotten about him? The sublime creature that could him stiffen with just a glance from across a room, who never left his mind for even a second, who’s slender nimble, fingers could make him melt to his knees with just the slightest touch?
Han Geng crawled onto the bed ready to make up his wrongdoings and reproclaim his loyalty to Heechul but Heechul only puts a delicate hand to his chest, stopping him.
“No, continue where you two left off; I want to watch for a bit.”
Hen Geng backed off, reluctantly, letting his hand trail down the length of Heechul’s slim body, lingering for a moment on the pale skin of his inner thigh; if that’s what Heechul wanted, that’s what he’ll do.
He turned his attention back to Siwon, slumped over the dresser, staring at Heechul with dark eyes, the tent in his pants bigger than before. Han Geng grabbed him and kissed him again, gaining his full attention. He pulled him off of the dresser by his hips and led him towards the bed, his hand sliding down to palm his throbbing bulge. Siwon groaned loudly, approving his touch. His other hand toyed with the hem of Siwon’s sweatpants letting it snap against his hipbone. Before Swion lost his balance completely, Han Geng shoved him onto the bed and knelt over him. Heechul scooted to the edge to give them more room, purring softly. Hangeng rid Siwon of his sweats and sat back on his heels to admire what is at his disposal in front of him.
He had seen Siwon’s naked form before, but never this intimately, his skin was tanned and taught, unlike the familiar milky white softness of Heechul’s, beads of sweat formed along collarbone…
“Hankyung-hyung…” Siwon finally spoke. “Heechul-hyung…”
They both froze and looked at him intently, curious at to what he was going to say, although it really didn’t matter; nothing was going to stop them at this point.
Passion was coiled in Siwon’s abdomen; he wanted them, he wanted both of them so bad…
“It killed me to tell both of you off all those times because I didn’t want to ruin your relationship.” He said, surprisingly coherent. ”I don’t want to ruin our relationship…”
“You’re not going to ruin anything Siwon-shii.” Heechul purred, moving closer, his hand spreading over his thigh. He planted kisses one-by-one up his leg, suckling at the bare limb. Hangeng moved from atop the younger and slid in-between him and the headboard. Feeling the warmth of Siwon’s back on his chest he caressed the firm pink nubs of nerves and with his mouth he set to work on a colony of hickeys on his neck that would have to take 5 layers of makeup to cover the next morning.
Siwon let out a wanton moan as Heechul neared the straining member, the elder encircled him with his hand and began to stroke, slowly and firmly, the flat of his tongue teasing the slit at its tip. Heechul opened his mouth and took him in halfway, his flushed cheeks hollowing.
“Ahhh” Siwon inhaled sharply, his hips rolling upward into Heechul’s mouth.
Heechul bobbed up and down, sucking and slurping the pink swollen flesh. Siwon was nearing orgasm quickly; the muscles in his abdomen tensed even more, his knees bending. Heechul squeezed the base of his cock and pulled off him, continuing to lap at the tip; his lips red and plumped from the stretch.
“Hyung why am I getting all the attention?” Siwon spoke again, this time a bit frantic.
“You’ll be more relaxed after you’ve come once. Hankyung was like that in the beginning too.” Heechul smiled, rubbing Siwon’s precome-soaked head with his thumb, making his legs twitch. He dropped down and took him in again, all the way to the base this time. Siwon threw his head back onto Han Geng’s shoulder and groaned loudly, toes curling. Like a pro, Heechul deep-throated Siwon, his tongue swirling around the head, one hand squeezing the base, the other gently massaging the globes below.
Siwon grit his teeth and made a guttural, almost growling series of noises between his gasps for air as he came hard in Heechul’s mouth, hips bucking involuntarily, back arched, hands gripping Han Geng’s thighs tightly. Heechul pulled off of him slowly, swallowing every last drop as elegantly a he could, dabbing the corners of his mouth with the base of him palm.
“Oh, fuck, that was good.” Siwon exhaled, causing Heechul’s eyes to widen; he’d never heard Siwon curse like that before, it was unbelievably sexy. When Siwon closed his eyes and started to dose off, Heechul grabbed his limp cock and began to fist it again, causing Siwon to sit straight up and let out a small yelp.
“Don’t even think about sleeping.” Heechul said, squeezing him, a little bit painfully.
Heechul looked up, crooked his finger and beckoned Han Geng toward him. The blonde pushed Siwon aside and wrapped his hand around Heechul’s neck, dragging him in for a kiss. Kneeling on the bed, Han Geng pulled him into his lap, fitting his thigh between the other’s legs. Heechul, desperate for friction, rolled his hips into him, his tongue drawing patterns alonf the inside of Han Geng’s mouth. Han Geng’s trailed his hands up Heechul’s body, tracing his collarbone with the tips of his figngers and slid them underneath the lingerie straps causing them to fall down his shoulders, exposing his pale chest. Open mouthed, Han Geng kissed his jaw then his neck moving slowly downward, Heechul arched, hands threading through the blonde’s hair as his mouth sucked and bit lightly on an already very hard nipple. Heechul moaned louder as Geng palmed him through the soft silk of his panties, fingers sliding around the hem.
Han Geng pushed Heechul down in to the bed, his head hanging off the edge, rid him of his panties, grabbed his thighs and pulled him towards him, bending his knees. Heechul caught off guard at the sudden change of positions but then wailed as the blonde began to kiss up the inside of the redhead’s legs, scraping his teeth on the delicate flesh, making him gasp for air. Avoiding his cock completely, Han Geng made his purchase further downward, causing Heechul’s breath to hitch in his throat.
“You fucking tease.” Heechul panted, trying to claw at Han Geng’s sweats. With a generous about of saliva, Geng went down on him; preparing him, tongue wetting the warm crevice and swirling about the ring of muscle. Heechul swore again as a finger, somehow slicked with lube, nudged at his entrance; it glided in smoothly, sending a shiver of heat up his spine. A second finger, not as smooth as the last, was added almost too soon. He tried to relax as his muscles tightened involuntarily at the invasion of his hole. Geng fucked him quicker, loosening him more and more with each thrust. A filthy stream of Chinese left his mouth as he pumped his fingers and gazed into Heechul’s eyes.
Heechul was stretched enough, but Geng wouldn’t stop, he teased his fingers in and out; hitting his prostate then backing off again.
“Just fuck me already, you asshole.” Heechul snapped, trying to pull the other’s sweats down unsuccessfully. Geng shook his head and pressed his finger down onto the bundle of nerves earning him a throaty moan as Heechul’s head smacked against the mattress. Desperate for more stimulation, the elder reached down and fisted himself only to be stopped by the youngers large hand gripping his wrist and moving it above his head.
Lost in each other, they had forgotten about Siwon, who was leaning on the headboard watching them, unabashed, cock full and hard once again. Unable to control himself any longer he crawled behind Han Geng and kissed down his spine, trailing his hands up and down his sides lightly.
“Just stick you cock in me already what the hell is wrong with you.” Heechul screamed writhing underneath Geng. Distracted by Siwon’s mouth on his lower back, he’d stopped his ministrations to Heechul, earning him a foot in the face. Han Geng bit Heechul’s toes playfully and stood up, removing his fingers from Heechul earning him another wail and a slap. No one had to tell Siwon to strip Han Geng of his pants and boxers running his hands up the back of his legs, causing goose bumps to rise and his dick to twitch.
Before Heechul could swear at him again he kneeled down, grabbed his thighs and rammed into him. Heechul sat bolt upright and screamed, back bowed, jaw hanging open. Han Geng thrust into him full on, giving Heechul no time to adjust to the girth of his cock. Heechul sobbed into Han Geng’s neck overtaken with pain and delicious heat.
Han Geng grabbed him by the hips he fucked up into him, earning him more approving sobs, his head spinning. He leaned back on his heels, pulling out of Heechul only for a moment to flip him over, then dragged him back on top of him, reentering him swiftly. Heechul was now atop Han Geng, facing away form him.
Still surprised at Han Geng’s strength, Heechul groaned richly, blinded by how deep the blonde was buried inside him in this new position, and sat still for a few moments, allowing his body to relax before he gingerly lifted himself up, quaking slightly, and dropped back down, crying out as Han Geng hit him square in the prostate sending waves of heat up his spine. Heechul threw his arms back around Han Geng’s neck as he rode him on shaky legs. Geng grabbed Heechul by the hips firmly, kissing his shoulder blades, and helped him lift himself up, moaning stiffly. Finally finding the right leverage, he managed to thrust up into Heechul’s heat, he nipped at his ear, and cooing to him in velvety Chinese.
Heechul screamed again, and curled his toes into the sheets as he felt something hot, wet and soft between his legs.
“Nah hhhaa..” He tossed his head back as his vision shorted out again and emitted guttural syllables of pleasure, he felt every inch of him being taken in by Siwon, his thick lips tightening abound him.
“How did you learn…ah… fuck…” Heechul hissed as Siwon swallowed. The back of his throat constricted his head, Siwon hummed, the vibrations shooting up Heechul’s spine straight to the pleasure center of his brain, making him choke.
Heechul came silently, wildly, mouthing Han Geng’s name, spine stiff, limbs jerking, with white spots in his eyes. He clung to Siwon’s shoulders as he shot his load into his mouth, shuddering, and then fell limp, Geng still hard as a rock inside him.
After his breathing evened, Heechul eased off Geng, stretched, massaged his legs, and then curled up on the bed purring like a satisfied cat.
…
“Siwon, I need you, Siwon-ah.” It was Han Geng who was begging this time, cock wet and swollen, ready to burst. Siwon stared at him for a moment, and then to everyone’s surprise, he fished the tube of lube out from the mess of sheets and squeezed a dollop on his finger. Undeterred, he scooted forward and smeared the sticky substance over the Geng’s hole generously. Han Geng placed his hand on Siwon’s wrist and guided his finger into him. Geng loosened easily, as if he had been waiting for it since they first made-out back in the kitchen, but it was still going to be a tight fit. Siwon fucked him easily with three fingers before pulling out and positioned himself over Han Geng.
Geng ran his foot up and down Siwon’s side, reassuring him as Siwon eased into him, the head of his cock making it past the thick ring of muscle. Geng clamped his legs around Siwon as he pushed his way in all the way to the hilt. Han Geng was so tight, and Siwon was so loaded that Siwon nearly came from just the sheer tight, rippling moistness of the muscles that enveloped him. He paused, and swallowed hard in an attempt to control his orgasm. He breathed deeply and then took a tentative thrust, and then another.
Han Geng grunted, bending his knees more, pulling Siwon closer. Siwon in Response picked up his pace, finding his rhythm he drove into Geng’s heat, the veins on the surface of his skin becoming more and more pronounced.
Heechul watched them just as if he was watching his favorite porno, lying on his side at the end of the bed, legs crossed, with his arm bent, propping up his head, just watching. He licked his lips, tasting the remains of Siwon and the alcohol.
“我肏 do that again!” Hen Geng moaned loudly as Siwon caught him at just the right angle. Siwon snapped his hips, the sound of slapping skin filling the thick, sweet air. Han Geng dug his nails into Siwon’s back and smashed his mouth against his moaning. Siwon groaned into his lips, shifted positions, and drove into him harder still.
Siwon pounded into him, hitting the over sensitive bundle of nerves again and again each like a wave of ectasy crashing into him. Before he knew it he was coming, knees locked, clinging to Siwon, as he spilled onto his stomach.
The convulsing of Han Geng’s muscles sent Siwon over the edge, his thrusts became erratic as he moaned violently, almost yelling, his jaw clenching as he poured into him.
Panting Siwon collapsed atop Han Geng, letting his head clear. “Get off me.” Han Geng shoved at Siwon’s limp shoulder. With the last of his strength Siwon rolled over, his seed dribbling out of Geng onto the crumpled sheets.
Han Geng placed his hand on Siwon’s chest, leaned in, and planted a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. Siwon put his arm around him eyes drooping.
Only moments later they felt another slide body between them, rubbing his erection against Siwon’s thigh.
“Hankyung-ah, Siwon-shii,” He breathed “I’m hard again.”
“…Fix it.”
…
In church the next morning the woman beside Swion swore she heard him say under his breath with his hands clasped: “Please let me fuck Heechul-hyung next time.”
Maybe Siwon wasn’t such a lightweight after all.