Spin-dare - multi-pairing - NC-17 (Part 6)

Title: Spin-dare
Part: 6/7
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 6

The last thing they’d expected was for Yehsung to burst into the toilet, face twisted in an expression like he was about to hurl. Before that, they’d been quite comfortable, Donghae straddled over Heechul’s lap as the older man kissed his neck, leaning back against the cistern and holding Donghae against him to keep them both steady.

There’d been nowhere else, really – all the bedrooms, and the bathroom, were taken – and in a dorm currently containing no less than 13 men, they’d forgotten that one or more may need to use the toilet at any given point.

Thankfully, it turned out to be just one, but whether that was thankfully for them or thankfully for the one, it wouldn’t ever be entirely clear. As it was, Yehsung froze, staring at them as his eyes filled with black hatred (although the urge to hurl was suddenly gone). “Why the fuck?!” he yelled, and then spun on his heel to storm out of the small room, leaving Donghae and Heechul to stare.

“What…?” Donghae started, but Heechul grabbed his face and twisted it back towards himself, kissing him viciously before the younger man could disappear off to La-La-Land.

“Don’t even think about it,” he snarled. “We’ll find out later on.”

But it was too late; Donghae was apparently distracted, pulling away from that kiss to tilt a curious head at the open door. “He looked like he wanted to be sick.”

“Too much alcohol,” Heechul snapped.

“No, I don’t think he was drunk.”

“Why the fuck does it matter?!”

“I’m just wondering. I wonder why he yelled like he did. Actually, he looked kinda angry too.”

“Donghae-”

“Oh, hi Shiwon,” Donghae burbled suddenly. “Hi, Hankyung-hyung!”

“SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT!” Heechul shrieked, not paying attention to what Donghae was saying anymore. “I JUST WANT TO BE FUCKED!”

“…Well, perhaps we can solve your problem for you,” Shiwon’s deep voice cut in, and Heechul jumped, his head snapping up to look at the toilet doorway, where the younger man was standing, completely naked, pressed up against Han Geng, who was in a similar state of nakedness.

“Uhm,” was the best that Heechul could manage, and his voice was oddly squeaky.

Shiwon grinned predatorily. “It looks a little cramped here, hyung,” he commented easily. “And… we’ve got a warm bed that we’re… willing to share, you see. And we couldn’t think of anyone better to share it with.”

“Than… me.” He couldn’t believe this.

“And Donghae-yah,” Han Geng added cheerfully. “We can’t just leave.”

“Yes,” the subject of his sentence agreed. “No leaving out Donghae. Donghae wants to be involved too! …What are we doing?”

Heechul groaned. “Donghae, focus. You can barely handle sex with one person. How do you expect to handle all three of us?”

Han Geng, though, was laughing, reaching down to pull Heechul and Donghae to their feet. “Come,” he said, tugging at their hands. “We have a bed.”

Five minutes later, he and Shiwon were helping Donghae and Heechul onto Yehsung’s bed – luckily, he was far, far away by now – and laying down next to them, laughing and wriggling around as the four tried to squeeze into a space meant for one. For a few long minutes Heechul wondered if he was going to get any sex at all.

But a moment later, a hand snuck between his thighs and started stroking his semi-hard cock, and he moaned in shock, and all the laughter stopped abruptly. Shiwon grinned wickedly, and pressed his mouth to Donghae’s ear. Heechul heard whispering, saw a trace of tongue, and then Donghae pulled away with a moan, his own hands creeping up to slide over the eldest man’s chest, fingers rubbing at his nipples as his mouth pressed against Heechul’s neck, kissing and licking the skin. And Han Geng joined in a mere moment later, also guided by Shiwon, sliding a pair of wet fingers into the older man and kissing him deeply, tongue caressing the lines of his lips.

He swooned against them, into them, eyes closing and body arching into touches and kisses and pleasure, oh God the pleasure, and he was moaning, drowning in a sea of pleasure, lost to it completely and loving it. He came into Shiwon’s mouth, over Han Geng’s hands, over Donghae’s chest, over his own stomach, into the sheets, over and over again until his orgasms were dry, his body was physically aching, and he lay wasted on the bed, panting out whimpering little breaths, content to lie there for a while as they crawled over him, marking him, marking each other, helping each other to release just like they had him.

And just when he thought it was all done – when Donghae slumped over his chest with a sigh of exhaustion, when Shiwon and Han Geng collapsed either side of him, half on the bed, half off – he felt a hand working its way over him again and he groaned, because damnit, he was exhausted, but how could he say no? So when he felt Donghae’s hands at his sides, moving him, he went with it, rolled face down into the pillow and gasped in surprised pleasure when the younger man knelt behind him, pushed into him, buried himself deep inside and waited there until Heechul was groaning, bucking back against him impatiently. And even then, he only moved slightly, the noise punctuated with a groan of his own, and Heechul twisted, only just able to see where Han Geng was joined to Donghae, and it was more the thought than the image that made him shudder in pleasure, and he turned back and pushed his face into the pillow again, jolting and moaning when he felt that same slight pressure, heard Han Geng make a soft sound himself.

Oh, God.

He sucked in a sharp breath, and decided he needed another one, but suddenly, they were moving together, and four voices seemed more like one as they moaned, lost again in pleasure after the barest segue back into the real world. Heechul gave up on breathing; he rocked back against Donghae and reached beneath himself to fuck his hand the way he was being fucked by a man being fucked by a man being fucked by another. His free hand clutched at the pillow, next to his head, and he moaned, listening to his lovers moan too, ignoring the burning ache in his muscles as he moved.

Donghae came first – he’d never had the same stamina as the others – and slumped weakly against Heechul, but the other man bucked roughly back against him, snarling, “Keep going, damnit!” because he was so close himself, so close… Close enough in fact that when Donghae started moving again, thrusts shaky and weak, it was mere seconds before Heechul came, swearing into the pillow, muscles clenching in protest. Han Geng wasn’t far behind, the Chinese man cursing in his native language before falling against them too, three bodies jerking weakly as Shiwon finished himself off, fucking Han Geng until he, too, came, moaning gutturally.

They took a moment to recover and then they were climbing off Heechul, curling up against him, next to him, closing their eyes as exhaustion finally took them.

“That,” Heechul muttered into someone’s – he couldn’t be bothered opening his eyes to find out whose – shoulder, “was fucking amazing.” Three drowsy, dazed voices expressed their agreement, and the eldest of them all smiled, snuggling closer to that shoulder. “No one’s allowed to move,” he told them all in an attempt at his usual petulant, demanding voice, although it just sounded drained. “I’m comfortable and if anyone moves, I won’t be. I’ll kick you all out of this bed if I have to.”

Shiwon laughed tiredly. “It’s not even your bed.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Heechul muttered back, just as Donghae asked in a voice filled with sleepy curiosity, “Whose bed is it?”

“Dunno,” Han Geng answered, his Korean markedly worse due to exhaustion. “We need a bed so… this bed is empty so…”

Heechul laughed in as wicked a voice as he could manage. “I hope it’s Yehsung’s.”