Spin-dare - multi-pairing - NC-17 (Part 5)

Title: Spin-dare
Part: 5/7
Pairings: Lots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, humour
Summary: A party turned into a drinking session turned into a game turned into…

Spin-dare
by Rinoa

Part 5

Shiwon hadn’t been able to help himself. When he’d realised that Han Geng, sitting next to him in their makeshift circle, was watching with a mix of frustration and arousal on his face as Eeteuk blew Kangin in accordance with his dare, he found that he couldn’t resist reaching across and cupping the older man’s cock through the material of his jeans. Han Geng had, of course, gone beet red and attempted – for a second or two – to fend him off, but Shiwon wasn’t easily discouraged. And Han Geng had been hard.

Not, of course, as hard as he was now, writhing on the sheets of someone else’s bed (it was the only bedroom left free and they sure as hell weren’t going to the other dorm or back to Shiwon’s place), arching into Shiwon’s mouth as the younger man fulfilled the fantasy he’d had in his mind from the moment Kyuhyun had called the dare. He didn’t dare ask who Han Geng was thinking of – whether it was him, or Heechul-hyung, or someone else entirely – but the fact that the older man’s fingers were tangled in his hair, Shiwon’s own name falling raggedly from his lips as he tried – and failed – to keep himself from fucking the younger’s mouth too hard… that was more than enough.

For himself, he couldn’t help but think of that shocked, angry look on their Cinderella’s face. Heechul had looked almost offended, and somehow, knowing how hurt and angry he was probably feeling only made their encounter all the more arousing, at least to Shiwon; part of him was wondering if their resident princess was off alone in a room, imagining what he and Han Geng were doing together, cursing them and sulking as he got himself off to his thoughts.

Thinking like that was enough to make him stop what he was doing, and he didn’t really notice until Han Geng started whining at him, hips pushing against his mouth sort of demandingly. “Sorry, hyung,” he murmured with a soft chuckle, but pulled away rather than continuing, crawling up the other man’s body to press a kiss on his lips. “I was thinking.”

The Chinese man frowned. “What about?”

Shiwon smirked, and then lowered his mouth to Han Geng’s ear, tongue running around the shell, dipping briefly inside and pulling back as Han Geng shivered in surprised pleasure. Then, he shifted closer, hand creeping down to stroke the older man as he whispered the truth of his dirty thoughts into his ear. And for just a moment, he was worried, because he didn’t know how Han Geng would react. But then the older man was nodding, an amused little smile on his lips. “Oh, yes,” he whispered, and then pulled Shiwon close to kiss him again, moaning into his mouth as he arched up harder against those touches. “Yes. But first…”

“Yeah,” the younger man breathed back, sliding down a little to nip lightly at Han Geng’s neck. “That’s not even a question, hyung.” He pulled away, grinning wickedly, and then pressed his mouth against the other’s ear again, adding, “Maybe even more than once.”

The older man’s smile only widened at that, although the expression barely lasted a moment before he moaned in pleasure, distracted again by the feeling of Shiwon’s slow, teasing touches. “Nn, Shiwon-yah…”

“Shiwon-ah,” the younger corrected smoothly – it seemed that Han Geng had the tendency to forget the semantics of his second language when he was turned on – before deliberately slowing his strokes, mouth falling to circle a taut nipple instead, tongue caressing it in slow, soft movements. “Hyung,” he breathed, and Han Geng just moaned his reply, fingers tightening in the other man’s hair, holding him close.

Which of course only served to make Shiwon pull back a little, slowing his movements against Han Geng even more.

“Sh-Shiwon,” Han Geng gasped out in response, voice ragged, tinged with just a hint of desperation, “what… what are you doing?” And when he received no answer, just a wicked smirk from Shiwon, he pushed himself up a little, forcing Shiwon to sit up too. “Please,” he said, about a million times calmer and more polite than the average man tortured and undone by sex, “stop teasing me, Shiwon-ah.”

For a moment, Shiwon was taken aback. And then Han Geng said that soft, pleading word once more, and he caved, pushing the other man back down to the bed as he fumbled in the top drawer of the bedside table, pulling out condoms and lube and not pausing to check – or care – who they belonged to; he could always be grossed out later on if required. And then replace them. Well, replace the condoms anyway. He wasn’t really into buying lubricant for friends. Nor was he into using friends’ lubricant but… this was an emergency, and he was still sort of drunk.

“Whatever you’re thinking in your head,” Han Geng said, breaking him out of his thoughts, “can’t you please do it later?”

Why did he have to be so cute? And sweet?

“Sure,” Shiwon growled then, tearing the condom packet open with his teeth (he’d always wanted to do that), reaching down between his and Han Geng’s bodies a moment later so he could roll it onto himself, moaning a little as he did, moaning more when Han Geng’s hand joined his own, supposedly to help.

“I’ve got the oil,” the older man informed him, and it took Shiwon several long moments to work out what Han Geng was actually trying to say. And then, suddenly, he realised that the other’s hand wasn’t just on him for pleasure; Han Geng was working the lubricant over the condom Shiwon had just put on, taking care to explore every inch with his fingertips. Then, he snorted.

“Lubricant, hyung,” he corrected, but Han Geng just shrugged.

“Oil.”

“Lubricant.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Shiwon just about fell off the bed.

When Yehsung walked into his bedroom some ten minutes later to retrieve some pants and socks for bed, he was greeted with the rather shocking – and horrific, to his own mind – sight of Shiwon and Han Geng fucking in his bed, using his lubricant, if the bottle lying open and leaking onto the floor was any indication.

He opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment, Han Geng arched up and practically shouted Shiwon’s name, going all tense before sinking jelly-like back to the bed, and Yehsung realised with a sort of dull, blank horror that he’d just witnessed Han Geng orgasm. And to make matters worse, in the time it took for Yehsung to blanch and gag, Shiwon cursed in rough Korean and came too, slumping against Han Geng when he was done and pressing kisses over dark patches on the older man’s skin.

Oh, God. He had to get out, or he was going to be sick.

Just as he closed the door behind him, Yehsung heard Shiwon utter four soft words to Han Geng, and then he knew he was going to be sick.

He ran for the toilet.