Punishment
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xrosepetalsxLong over due sequel to this, Ryeowook’s hair bashing drabble :D Can be read as a stand alone, though…I didn’t try that hard to make it make sense if you haven’t read it. To Nina and Alice: Yea…fml. I’m not a smut writer – our dreams are crashed. Last night’s reality didn’t come as true as we’d hoped it would ;-; I tried :/ Kind of LOL
Title: Punishment
Author: xrosepetalsx
Rating: R
Pairing: KRYS (Kyhyun/Ryeoowok/Yesung/Sungmin)
Characters: Kyuhyun, Ryeowook, Yesung, Sungmin
Summary: Sungmin punishes Ryeowook; Kyuhyun and Yesung join. Sequel to this
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Warning: …fail PWP
Back pressed against Yesung’s bedroom door, Sungmin flush against him with his mouth against his throat, wrists held above his head by the manacles Sungmin’s hand formed, Ryeowook couldn’t help but moan, a long, drawn out, breathy sound that he could tell turned Sungmin on by the hard on he could feel pressing into his thigh.
His own body reacted to the obvious want of the man against him, reacted to the tongue licking at the shell of his ear, craved to touch where he was denied touch. Sungmin pressed harder against him when he whined, straining his hands against his hold.
“Another part of your punishment, Wookie. No touching.” Again, Ryeowook whined, pressing himself more firmly against every inch of skin he could, but Sungmin only pulled away with a haughty grin, pulling Ryeowook away from the door as he threw it open, leading Ryeowook inside with his hold and a sexy, taunting grin and seductive waves of his hips.
Ryeowook stalked after him, trying to gain ground, the upper hand, but Sungmin only threw him to the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him and gripping hard to bony wrists. They were almost equal in strength, but Sungmin had the upper hand.
Ryeowook knew he couldn’t push him away, didn’t really want to.
One hand still locked onto Ryeowook’s wrists, Sungmin pushed up the bottom of his shirt, lips pressing solid kisses to every patch of his skin he encountered, slowly trailing upward, pulling the shirt up with him. Ryeowook wished those lips would press against his, but Sungmin had already condemned it part of his punishment.
When Sungmin’s mouth latched onto a nipple, laving and nipping at it playfully, he momentarily let go of Ryeowook’s wrist and tore the shirt from his torso, but Ryeowook hardly noticed, just as he hardly noticed Sungmin eyeing the drawer of Yesung’s night stand, reaching within for the silk ties he knew Yesung kept inside it.
He found what he wanted, pressing firmly against Ryeowook’s body to hold him down, mouth securing to a dip in his collarbone and laving at it the way that drove Ryeowook crazy, hips grinding down on the erection his lover already sported, securing ties to one wrist, then the other, before tying off the other ends at opposite bed posts.
He pulled away with a happy grin, yanking off his own shirt as he sat up. Ryeowook groaned, and moved to reach for him, realizing too late his hands were bound. He was the easiest of them all to distract – his nerve endings the most sensitive.
His head hit back against the pillow, arching his lower body up against Sungmin, spreading his legs and trying to lay in a wanton mess, force Sungmin to hurry up, but Sungmin didn’t comply. He moved at his own pace, once more leaving behind wet trails of kisses down Ryeowook’s chest, stopping at his oh so sensitive nipples to play with the one he’d denied before, swirling his tongue in a belly button that fascinated him beyond reason, leaving Ryeowook high and dry when he kissed down a happy trail only to pull away again.
Ryeowook couldn’t help but let loose another unhappy whine, arching upwards again. Sungmin only smirked, fingers deft against the zipper of his pants, oh so careful not to touch. Ryeowook pushed into his hand anyway, moaning at the friction.
“No, no Wook, no moving, or I pull away and leave you here.” Ryeowook only whimpered in response.
Sungmin trailed his fingers across Ryeowook’s thigh, ever the teasing one as he eased his pants down his legs, hand heavy against every inch of skin except for what he knew Ryeowook wanted most.
He ignored the tiny pleading sounds his lover made, staring at the pre-cum that had already leaked through the fabric of Ryeowook’s boxers with a pleased and amused smile, dropping his head to mouth at the fabric, touches light. Ryeowook moaned, the sound lower than before.
“Sungmin…” Ryeowook groaned, lifting his head to glare at the man hovering over him, mouth no longer making contact, only warm breath puffing against it. “Please…” Ryeowook whined, forcefully holding his hips down.
“Please, what?” Sungmin asked, all innocence and petal soft lips that Ryeowook wanted on his.
“Suck me,” he groaned. Sungmin grinned.
With quick fingers, he gripped Ryeowook’s boxers and pulled them down, forcing both them, and his jeans all the way down his hips and past his knees. Ryeowook kicked them off, as Sungmin’s mouth teased his tip with soft touches of his lips, gentle laves of his tongue, until Ryeowook was practically pleading again.
Sungmin was good at prolonging, lightly mouthing the tip, licking at the thick vein on the underside, giving Ryeowook everything he wanted but that heat all around him, sucking, deep throating. Ryeowook groaned, shifting his hips upward in a move he couldn’t resist.
Sungmin pulled away with a tsking sound. “I said none of that,” he commanded, gripping tight to Ryeowook’s hips before leaning down again, finally taking the length of him into his mouth. The deep moan that released itself from Ryeowook’s mouth nearly drowned out the sound of the door opening from behind them.
Sungmin smiled around the length inside his mouth. Kyuhyun and Yesung would be joining the fun soon.
Yesung’s breath caught when he opened his bedroom door to find Sungmin giving Ryeowook head, Ryeowook’s wrist bound, the boy completely unclothed and withering against the sheets, body completely flushed.
Beside him, Yesung could practically feel Kyuhyun’s sudden tension, could see the hunger in his eyes, but when the younger male stalked forward to yank Sungmin back and kiss him full on the lips, to taste Ryeowook on his tongue, Yesung grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back against him, into the circle of his arms.
They’d been dead tired when they’d walked into the dorm – adventures in the bedroom seemed to cancel it out.
Kissing up Kyuhyun’s neck, Yesung waiting until he found that one special spot behind his ear before he sucked, listening to Kyuhyun’s low groan, one hand shifting to the front of his pants and rubbing softly, eyes on the duo in front of them.
Ryeowook’s eyes had snapped open and focused on them the minute the door had opened, even as he continued to writher under Sungmin’s ministrations, moaning at every bob of Sungmin’s head, and Yesung could only imagine what use Sungmin was putting his tongue too.
Kyuhyun was putty in his hands, already tired from their day at work, eyes shuttered from every stroke of Yesung’s hand against the bulge in his pants, head thrown back and to the side, allowing Yesung more access to the skin of his neck. The fingers of one hand traveled up and under a shirt, dragging against sensitized skin.
Kyuhyun growled, suddenly turning and slamming Yesung up against the door of his bedroom, mouth securing to his in a hard kiss. From behind them, they heard a loud groan, broke the kiss to see Ryeowook’s eyes locked to theirs, filled with frustration and longing.
Sungmin’s fingers were clasped tightly over the end of Ryeowook’s erection, stopping the orgasm that should have come.
Kyuhyun turned and grinned at Yesung, gripping his shirt in his fist and yanking him backward to the bed, pulling Yesung on top of him with a hard kiss. Kyuhyun’s head was just under one of Ryeowook’s arms, and Yesung could feel the longing on his face as he watched them kiss.
He turned his head away with a gasp, eyes locking with Ryeowook’s, lips throbbing with the weight of Kyuhyun’s kisses.
Ryeowook leaned forward.
Sungmin pressed flush to Yesung’s back, yanking his head back to kiss him forcefully for a fraction of a second.
“Ryeowook isn’t allowed any kisses,” he said softly with a grin. Kyuhyun smirked back. “You have too many clothes on,” he whispered into Yesung’s ear, fingers already gripping the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head. Kyuhyun watched from beneath them as Sungmin took his lips for another passionate kiss.
Ryeowook withered beside them, eyes begging, little pleading noises a constant from his throat. Kyuhyun leaned upwards and bit into the exposed collar of Yesung’s neck, sucking softly, eyes glazed over. Yesung groaned, pulling away from Sungmin’s kiss, leaning down and into Kyuhyun to bite at his neck in retaliation.
Sungmin pulled away then, laying down over Ryeowook’s legs, head tilted to the side to see the hard on Ryeowook still sported, to stare into lust filled, pleading eyes.
Sungmin tugged on Yesung’s arm, asking for contact. Yesung came willingly, hands going swift to his pants to yank them, and his boxers, down. Kyuhyun wasted no time from beside them striping himself of his own clothes, hand immediately going to his neglected member to stroke. He leaned back against the bed, eyes shifting to Ryeowook’s.
The man was shaking, straining against his bonds, straining for friction, eyes switching back and forth between Yesung, whose mouth was against Sungmin’s bare thigh, and Kyuhyun, whose hand was slow, rhythmic against his own cock.
He groaned and Kyuhyun rolled into him, mouth nipping and sucking at his neck, even as his own hand continued to stroke himself. Their eyes met, and Kyuhyun’s hand snuck to his erection, stroking at the same pace he was stroking his own. Another throaty moan stripped itself from Ryeowook’s throat, and he nearly came then, but Kyuhyun felt it in the heat against his hand and gripped, hard, cutting off the imminent orgasm.
Yesung grabbed Kyuhyun around the waist then and yanked him against him, a battle for dominance, Yesung beneath Kyuhyun, but his cock the one nestled in Kyuhyun’s ass. Kyuhyun growled, trying to flip the situation, but Yesung’s hands gripped his own, his teeth worried into the soft spot under his ear that made him wither the way Ryeowook was, and Kyuhyun nearly lost it.
Yesung shifted upward, into a sitting position, balancing Kyuhyun slightly above him as his eyes slanted to Ryeowook’s, who were closed in ecstasy as the feeling of Sungmin’s fingers probing within him. Sungmin’s other hand gripped his cock like a cock ring, preventing pre-mature orgasm.
Kyuhyun fought him again then, realizing Yesung’s preoccupation, and almost flipped them, but ended up panting on his knees, Yesung hovering over him, both their hands on his cock, stroking slowly, but enough to make Kyuhyun moan again, and press his hips back against Yesung’s.
“Beg,” Yesung commanded. Kyuhyun’s movements stopped, though he couldn’t stop the breathy moans or the panting of his breath at the feel of Yesung’s hand atop his, sliding against his cock.
“Beg,” Yesung growled when Kyuhyun let out a soft mewl and pushed against him again. Kyuhyun shook his head, and Yesung begin to force their hands to retreat.
Kyuhyun trembled with need beneath him, only amplified by the pleasured sounds he could hear coming from Ryeowook. Yesung chanced a look up.
Ryeowook had one leg thrown over Sungmin’s shoulder as Sungmin made shallow thrusts. A tease, Yesung knew. Sungmin liked to draw it out. His hand was still tight around Ryeowook’s cock. Yesung decided they needed to buy a cock ring.
Yesung forced their hands to still, pressing his entire body flush against Kyuhyun’s back. “Last chance…beg.”
“Please,” Kyuhyun finally whined, wiggling his hips, and Yesung didn’t bother preparing him, only thrust directly within. Kyuhyun yelped, but the hand against him increased in tempo, the shallow thrusts made him ache for more, and the pain quickly turned to pleasure.
Ryeowook made a low keening sound and Yesung felt Kyuhyun shiver beneath him.
He forced their hands away from Kyuhyun’s cock, moving the hands he held in his own against Kyuhyun’s hips and begin to thrust harder, moving deeper.
His eyes were locked on Ryeowook’s as the man moaned, thrusting back against Sungmin’s decidedly slower thrusts. Sungmin’s hand still hadn’t come unglued, and Yesung knew it was because Sungmin had some amazing stamina.
Kyuhyun moaned deep beneath him when his hips shifted and hit a different spot, and Yesung grinned, hitting the same spot again every other time, deliberately slowing his thrusts, hitting harder against the man’s prostate every time he could.
Kyuhyun’s next shudder was distinctive, and Yesung’s hand suddenly clamped around his erection, holding the orgasm back the way Sungmin held Ryeowook’s. Kyuhyun made a keening sound, half between a growl and a whine, and Yesung turned his head to kiss him, hard.
Then he pulled out of Kyuhyun, dismissing the displeased sound, and moved to Sungmin, sinking two fingers into his hole. Sungmin hissed, movements stopping, as he adjusted to the feeling. Kyuhyun moved to him to take his lips in a searing kiss.
Ryeowook let out a deep moan at the sight of his three lovers all nearly on top of him, and shuddered against them, pressing his hips up against Sungmin’s erection, still inside of him. Two hands clamped against his hips, one Kyuhyun’s, one Sungmin’s.
“Kyu…” Yesung called, pulling him into a kiss before shoving him in front of him, against Sungmin. Kyuhyun grinned, pressing inside of the man as Yesung sunk into the hilt inside of him. The momentum of the two of them against Sungmin sent Sungmin deeper inside of Ryeowook, and Ryeowook would have orgasmed just from that pressure if Sungmin wasn’t still gripping him in his fist.
They all paused for a moment, catching their breath, and then Yesung moved, hitting the secret spot inside of Kyuhyun, sending Kyuhyun thrusting forward into Sungmin with a moan, Sungmin thrusting shallowly against Ryeowook. Ryeowook pulled against the ties that still bound him, straining upward.
Sungmin finally released him, stroking him, as they all started moving, Yesung thrusting deeper, with more force, sending Kyuhyun rocking hard into Sungmin, who, eventually, found himself almost crushing Ryeowook with his weight, unable to hold himself up any longer on wobbly arms.
“Min…Min…kiss me,” Ryeowook pleaded as he felt the pressure building to an unbearable force, knowing he was about to come. Sungmin, eyes glazed over in lust, did as he was beckoned, kissing Ryeowook deeply, feeling the force of the younger males orgasm as it hit his stomach.
Ryeowook’s breathless moan, too throaty for what they were used to, had Sungmin coming next, buried deep. Kyuhyun took a few more strokes to come, head tilting back in bliss as he did, inside of Sungmin, Yesung taking his lips in a kiss as he rocked them all through their orgasm with the force of his thrusts before he, too, finally came.
Yesung pulled out of Kyuhyun before he collapsed beside the heap, yanking Kyuhyun with him and into his arms for a post orgasm snuggle, tucking Kyuhyun’s sweaty head beneath his chin as he did so. Sungmin stayed sheathed within Ryeowook, panting against the skin of his chest.
Ryeowook’s head lay back against the pillow, entire body spent and languid. There was no tension on his bonds anymore, but Ryeowook could still feel them against him. He hardly cared, hardly gave them a thought.
Sungmin’s hot breathe against his ear almost had him sobbing. “Ready to do it again?”
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There is no way in hell I am writing the sequel to this one, and excuse the fail. First actual foursome smut :Damazing how I skipped right over threesome smut, isn’t it. NINA, ALICE D< I hate this one, I don’t think I’m ever doing it again lol
Title: Punishment
Author: xrosepetalsx
Rating: R
Pairing: KRYS (Kyhyun/Ryeoowok/Yesung/Sungmin)
Characters: Kyuhyun, Ryeowook, Yesung, Sungmin
Summary: Sungmin punishes Ryeowook; Kyuhyun and Yesung join. Sequel to this
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Warning: …fail PWP
Back pressed against Yesung’s bedroom door, Sungmin flush against him with his mouth against his throat, wrists held above his head by the manacles Sungmin’s hand formed, Ryeowook couldn’t help but moan, a long, drawn out, breathy sound that he could tell turned Sungmin on by the hard on he could feel pressing into his thigh.
His own body reacted to the obvious want of the man against him, reacted to the tongue licking at the shell of his ear, craved to touch where he was denied touch. Sungmin pressed harder against him when he whined, straining his hands against his hold.
“Another part of your punishment, Wookie. No touching.” Again, Ryeowook whined, pressing himself more firmly against every inch of skin he could, but Sungmin only pulled away with a haughty grin, pulling Ryeowook away from the door as he threw it open, leading Ryeowook inside with his hold and a sexy, taunting grin and seductive waves of his hips.
Ryeowook stalked after him, trying to gain ground, the upper hand, but Sungmin only threw him to the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him and gripping hard to bony wrists. They were almost equal in strength, but Sungmin had the upper hand.
Ryeowook knew he couldn’t push him away, didn’t really want to.
One hand still locked onto Ryeowook’s wrists, Sungmin pushed up the bottom of his shirt, lips pressing solid kisses to every patch of his skin he encountered, slowly trailing upward, pulling the shirt up with him. Ryeowook wished those lips would press against his, but Sungmin had already condemned it part of his punishment.
When Sungmin’s mouth latched onto a nipple, laving and nipping at it playfully, he momentarily let go of Ryeowook’s wrist and tore the shirt from his torso, but Ryeowook hardly noticed, just as he hardly noticed Sungmin eyeing the drawer of Yesung’s night stand, reaching within for the silk ties he knew Yesung kept inside it.
He found what he wanted, pressing firmly against Ryeowook’s body to hold him down, mouth securing to a dip in his collarbone and laving at it the way that drove Ryeowook crazy, hips grinding down on the erection his lover already sported, securing ties to one wrist, then the other, before tying off the other ends at opposite bed posts.
He pulled away with a happy grin, yanking off his own shirt as he sat up. Ryeowook groaned, and moved to reach for him, realizing too late his hands were bound. He was the easiest of them all to distract – his nerve endings the most sensitive.
His head hit back against the pillow, arching his lower body up against Sungmin, spreading his legs and trying to lay in a wanton mess, force Sungmin to hurry up, but Sungmin didn’t comply. He moved at his own pace, once more leaving behind wet trails of kisses down Ryeowook’s chest, stopping at his oh so sensitive nipples to play with the one he’d denied before, swirling his tongue in a belly button that fascinated him beyond reason, leaving Ryeowook high and dry when he kissed down a happy trail only to pull away again.
Ryeowook couldn’t help but let loose another unhappy whine, arching upwards again. Sungmin only smirked, fingers deft against the zipper of his pants, oh so careful not to touch. Ryeowook pushed into his hand anyway, moaning at the friction.
“No, no Wook, no moving, or I pull away and leave you here.” Ryeowook only whimpered in response.
Sungmin trailed his fingers across Ryeowook’s thigh, ever the teasing one as he eased his pants down his legs, hand heavy against every inch of skin except for what he knew Ryeowook wanted most.
He ignored the tiny pleading sounds his lover made, staring at the pre-cum that had already leaked through the fabric of Ryeowook’s boxers with a pleased and amused smile, dropping his head to mouth at the fabric, touches light. Ryeowook moaned, the sound lower than before.
“Sungmin…” Ryeowook groaned, lifting his head to glare at the man hovering over him, mouth no longer making contact, only warm breath puffing against it. “Please…” Ryeowook whined, forcefully holding his hips down.
“Please, what?” Sungmin asked, all innocence and petal soft lips that Ryeowook wanted on his.
“Suck me,” he groaned. Sungmin grinned.
With quick fingers, he gripped Ryeowook’s boxers and pulled them down, forcing both them, and his jeans all the way down his hips and past his knees. Ryeowook kicked them off, as Sungmin’s mouth teased his tip with soft touches of his lips, gentle laves of his tongue, until Ryeowook was practically pleading again.
Sungmin was good at prolonging, lightly mouthing the tip, licking at the thick vein on the underside, giving Ryeowook everything he wanted but that heat all around him, sucking, deep throating. Ryeowook groaned, shifting his hips upward in a move he couldn’t resist.
Sungmin pulled away with a tsking sound. “I said none of that,” he commanded, gripping tight to Ryeowook’s hips before leaning down again, finally taking the length of him into his mouth. The deep moan that released itself from Ryeowook’s mouth nearly drowned out the sound of the door opening from behind them.
Sungmin smiled around the length inside his mouth. Kyuhyun and Yesung would be joining the fun soon.
Yesung’s breath caught when he opened his bedroom door to find Sungmin giving Ryeowook head, Ryeowook’s wrist bound, the boy completely unclothed and withering against the sheets, body completely flushed.
Beside him, Yesung could practically feel Kyuhyun’s sudden tension, could see the hunger in his eyes, but when the younger male stalked forward to yank Sungmin back and kiss him full on the lips, to taste Ryeowook on his tongue, Yesung grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back against him, into the circle of his arms.
They’d been dead tired when they’d walked into the dorm – adventures in the bedroom seemed to cancel it out.
Kissing up Kyuhyun’s neck, Yesung waiting until he found that one special spot behind his ear before he sucked, listening to Kyuhyun’s low groan, one hand shifting to the front of his pants and rubbing softly, eyes on the duo in front of them.
Ryeowook’s eyes had snapped open and focused on them the minute the door had opened, even as he continued to writher under Sungmin’s ministrations, moaning at every bob of Sungmin’s head, and Yesung could only imagine what use Sungmin was putting his tongue too.
Kyuhyun was putty in his hands, already tired from their day at work, eyes shuttered from every stroke of Yesung’s hand against the bulge in his pants, head thrown back and to the side, allowing Yesung more access to the skin of his neck. The fingers of one hand traveled up and under a shirt, dragging against sensitized skin.
Kyuhyun growled, suddenly turning and slamming Yesung up against the door of his bedroom, mouth securing to his in a hard kiss. From behind them, they heard a loud groan, broke the kiss to see Ryeowook’s eyes locked to theirs, filled with frustration and longing.
Sungmin’s fingers were clasped tightly over the end of Ryeowook’s erection, stopping the orgasm that should have come.
Kyuhyun turned and grinned at Yesung, gripping his shirt in his fist and yanking him backward to the bed, pulling Yesung on top of him with a hard kiss. Kyuhyun’s head was just under one of Ryeowook’s arms, and Yesung could feel the longing on his face as he watched them kiss.
He turned his head away with a gasp, eyes locking with Ryeowook’s, lips throbbing with the weight of Kyuhyun’s kisses.
Ryeowook leaned forward.
Sungmin pressed flush to Yesung’s back, yanking his head back to kiss him forcefully for a fraction of a second.
“Ryeowook isn’t allowed any kisses,” he said softly with a grin. Kyuhyun smirked back. “You have too many clothes on,” he whispered into Yesung’s ear, fingers already gripping the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head. Kyuhyun watched from beneath them as Sungmin took his lips for another passionate kiss.
Ryeowook withered beside them, eyes begging, little pleading noises a constant from his throat. Kyuhyun leaned upwards and bit into the exposed collar of Yesung’s neck, sucking softly, eyes glazed over. Yesung groaned, pulling away from Sungmin’s kiss, leaning down and into Kyuhyun to bite at his neck in retaliation.
Sungmin pulled away then, laying down over Ryeowook’s legs, head tilted to the side to see the hard on Ryeowook still sported, to stare into lust filled, pleading eyes.
Sungmin tugged on Yesung’s arm, asking for contact. Yesung came willingly, hands going swift to his pants to yank them, and his boxers, down. Kyuhyun wasted no time from beside them striping himself of his own clothes, hand immediately going to his neglected member to stroke. He leaned back against the bed, eyes shifting to Ryeowook’s.
The man was shaking, straining against his bonds, straining for friction, eyes switching back and forth between Yesung, whose mouth was against Sungmin’s bare thigh, and Kyuhyun, whose hand was slow, rhythmic against his own cock.
He groaned and Kyuhyun rolled into him, mouth nipping and sucking at his neck, even as his own hand continued to stroke himself. Their eyes met, and Kyuhyun’s hand snuck to his erection, stroking at the same pace he was stroking his own. Another throaty moan stripped itself from Ryeowook’s throat, and he nearly came then, but Kyuhyun felt it in the heat against his hand and gripped, hard, cutting off the imminent orgasm.
Yesung grabbed Kyuhyun around the waist then and yanked him against him, a battle for dominance, Yesung beneath Kyuhyun, but his cock the one nestled in Kyuhyun’s ass. Kyuhyun growled, trying to flip the situation, but Yesung’s hands gripped his own, his teeth worried into the soft spot under his ear that made him wither the way Ryeowook was, and Kyuhyun nearly lost it.
Yesung shifted upward, into a sitting position, balancing Kyuhyun slightly above him as his eyes slanted to Ryeowook’s, who were closed in ecstasy as the feeling of Sungmin’s fingers probing within him. Sungmin’s other hand gripped his cock like a cock ring, preventing pre-mature orgasm.
Kyuhyun fought him again then, realizing Yesung’s preoccupation, and almost flipped them, but ended up panting on his knees, Yesung hovering over him, both their hands on his cock, stroking slowly, but enough to make Kyuhyun moan again, and press his hips back against Yesung’s.
“Beg,” Yesung commanded. Kyuhyun’s movements stopped, though he couldn’t stop the breathy moans or the panting of his breath at the feel of Yesung’s hand atop his, sliding against his cock.
“Beg,” Yesung growled when Kyuhyun let out a soft mewl and pushed against him again. Kyuhyun shook his head, and Yesung begin to force their hands to retreat.
Kyuhyun trembled with need beneath him, only amplified by the pleasured sounds he could hear coming from Ryeowook. Yesung chanced a look up.
Ryeowook had one leg thrown over Sungmin’s shoulder as Sungmin made shallow thrusts. A tease, Yesung knew. Sungmin liked to draw it out. His hand was still tight around Ryeowook’s cock. Yesung decided they needed to buy a cock ring.
Yesung forced their hands to still, pressing his entire body flush against Kyuhyun’s back. “Last chance…beg.”
“Please,” Kyuhyun finally whined, wiggling his hips, and Yesung didn’t bother preparing him, only thrust directly within. Kyuhyun yelped, but the hand against him increased in tempo, the shallow thrusts made him ache for more, and the pain quickly turned to pleasure.
Ryeowook made a low keening sound and Yesung felt Kyuhyun shiver beneath him.
He forced their hands away from Kyuhyun’s cock, moving the hands he held in his own against Kyuhyun’s hips and begin to thrust harder, moving deeper.
His eyes were locked on Ryeowook’s as the man moaned, thrusting back against Sungmin’s decidedly slower thrusts. Sungmin’s hand still hadn’t come unglued, and Yesung knew it was because Sungmin had some amazing stamina.
Kyuhyun moaned deep beneath him when his hips shifted and hit a different spot, and Yesung grinned, hitting the same spot again every other time, deliberately slowing his thrusts, hitting harder against the man’s prostate every time he could.
Kyuhyun’s next shudder was distinctive, and Yesung’s hand suddenly clamped around his erection, holding the orgasm back the way Sungmin held Ryeowook’s. Kyuhyun made a keening sound, half between a growl and a whine, and Yesung turned his head to kiss him, hard.
Then he pulled out of Kyuhyun, dismissing the displeased sound, and moved to Sungmin, sinking two fingers into his hole. Sungmin hissed, movements stopping, as he adjusted to the feeling. Kyuhyun moved to him to take his lips in a searing kiss.
Ryeowook let out a deep moan at the sight of his three lovers all nearly on top of him, and shuddered against them, pressing his hips up against Sungmin’s erection, still inside of him. Two hands clamped against his hips, one Kyuhyun’s, one Sungmin’s.
“Kyu…” Yesung called, pulling him into a kiss before shoving him in front of him, against Sungmin. Kyuhyun grinned, pressing inside of the man as Yesung sunk into the hilt inside of him. The momentum of the two of them against Sungmin sent Sungmin deeper inside of Ryeowook, and Ryeowook would have orgasmed just from that pressure if Sungmin wasn’t still gripping him in his fist.
They all paused for a moment, catching their breath, and then Yesung moved, hitting the secret spot inside of Kyuhyun, sending Kyuhyun thrusting forward into Sungmin with a moan, Sungmin thrusting shallowly against Ryeowook. Ryeowook pulled against the ties that still bound him, straining upward.
Sungmin finally released him, stroking him, as they all started moving, Yesung thrusting deeper, with more force, sending Kyuhyun rocking hard into Sungmin, who, eventually, found himself almost crushing Ryeowook with his weight, unable to hold himself up any longer on wobbly arms.
“Min…Min…kiss me,” Ryeowook pleaded as he felt the pressure building to an unbearable force, knowing he was about to come. Sungmin, eyes glazed over in lust, did as he was beckoned, kissing Ryeowook deeply, feeling the force of the younger males orgasm as it hit his stomach.
Ryeowook’s breathless moan, too throaty for what they were used to, had Sungmin coming next, buried deep. Kyuhyun took a few more strokes to come, head tilting back in bliss as he did, inside of Sungmin, Yesung taking his lips in a kiss as he rocked them all through their orgasm with the force of his thrusts before he, too, finally came.
Yesung pulled out of Kyuhyun before he collapsed beside the heap, yanking Kyuhyun with him and into his arms for a post orgasm snuggle, tucking Kyuhyun’s sweaty head beneath his chin as he did so. Sungmin stayed sheathed within Ryeowook, panting against the skin of his chest.
Ryeowook’s head lay back against the pillow, entire body spent and languid. There was no tension on his bonds anymore, but Ryeowook could still feel them against him. He hardly cared, hardly gave them a thought.
Sungmin’s hot breathe against his ear almost had him sobbing. “Ready to do it again?”
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There is no way in hell I am writing the sequel to this one, and excuse the fail. First actual foursome smut :D
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Date: 2010-07-16 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 07:26 am (UTC)IT'S 3AM I READ HALFWAY THROUGH AND WAS ENJOYING IT TOO MUCH AND WAS LIKE, I CAN'T READ THIS SLOWLY IT'S JUST NOT ENOUGH.
GFDI.
I'LL BE BACK ONCE I'VE READ IT ENOUGH AND WILL BE A LITTLE MORE OR LESS COHERENT TO LEAVE A DECENT COMMENT.
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Date: 2010-07-16 11:32 pm (UTC)give me some ot4 lessons
seriously
/flail
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Date: 2010-07-16 11:41 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2010-07-16 11:42 pm (UTC)and krzys is too hot to pass up. although i would be insane to try it lol
THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS LOL
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Date: 2010-07-17 12:45 am (UTC)OMFG, Ikr? Too insane to even try @_@
LOL <3
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Date: 2010-07-17 01:00 am (UTC)Kyu bottoming :O That never happens. I approve!
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Date: 2010-07-17 01:17 am (UTC)I love bottom!kyu ;-; idek
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2010-07-17 03:56 am (UTC)That was just plain hot bb. All I can say :D
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Date: 2010-07-17 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 05:19 am (UTC)i.... HOT!
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Date: 2010-07-17 06:45 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading xD
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Date: 2010-07-17 06:53 pm (UTC)my bias' are incredibly insaneLOOOOOOOL I don't like this one so much, but :/ Apparently you guy's do xD But yea, begging Kyuhyun? Who could resist xDD Snarky Yekyu for the win!
Smut is difficult @_@ LOL But thanks for reading, and I'm glad you liked it so much <3
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Date: 2010-07-17 12:25 pm (UTC)MY FAV SCENE OF COURSE MINWOOK!!!!
SEQUEL!!!
I DEMAND A SEQUEL!!!
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Date: 2010-07-17 06:55 pm (UTC)Idek, I loved writing it Minwook/Kyusung and then throwing them together xD Thanks for reading, and maybe-possibly-hopefully-my-brain-won't-kill-me-sequel D; XD <3