[Super Junior] Veni Vidi Vici (3/3), NC-17, smut, Kibum/everyone (Kihae)

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For anyone curious, the total word count for this fic was 7365. Yep, 7000+ words of porn (outdoing even my 6000+ words of het porn for that Donghae/girls fic!). Ridiculous.

This is the last part. It has my favorite biases in it. :3 ♥

Veni Vidi Vici - (3/3)
Super Junior (M), Kibum/everyone, (Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Kibum/Donghae, Eunhyuk/Junsu), NC-17, 3165 words
Super Junior being slutty and boozed-up at the Super Show II afterparty. Kibum came. He saw. He conquered had a lot of a sex.

(1/3) (2/3)


Veni Vidi Vici - (3/3)
by meiface

When he opens his eyes again, after the last of the aftershocks have left him in a weak, boneless heap against the couch, Donghae is nowhere in sight. His stomach drops. His eyes dart through the darkness of the club as his heart slowly settles into a steady rhythm.

Heechul's rolled off his body and is looking supremely self-satisfied at the other end of the couch, hair rumpled. He doesn't miss the way Kibum searches the darkness.

"He'll come," he says.

Kibum glances at him but doesn't say anything, shifting his position slightly and wincing at the pull of muscle along his leg. He pulls up his boxers and shorts.

"So little faith in your hyung," Heechul sighs, but his attention has wandered. "Yah, a little love here!" He's not talking to Kibum, and not to Hankyung and Siwon either, to Kibum's surprise. Heechul snags the wrist of a passerby and pulls him over. Kibum sits up a little, strangely discomfited, when the tall man leans down to kiss Heechul. He can only see the back of his head - dark hair, cut short - as Heechul's fingers curl around the nape of his neck.

"Hi, hyung," the man murmurs when he straightens again.

An accent. Tall. The man turns slightly and Kibum recognizes Zhou Mi's grin before he registers everything else.

"Kibum," he says happily, his grin brightening even more. "Good to see you!"

"How good?" Heechul cuts in before Kibum can put in a word.

Kibum is frankly tired of being denied the opportunity to speak in fully-formed, coherent sentences instead of moans. "Where's Kyuhyun?" he asks. "I haven't see him yet tonight."

Of course, as he says this, Kyuhyun steps around the couch and slides a proprietary arm around Zhou Mi's waist. His unruly hair is tucked under a baseball cap, which shadows his face further in the darkness of the club. Even despite that, Kibum can't miss the smirk on his lips.

"Hey," he greets Kibum, nodding. And that is his only acknowledgement before he presses into Zhou Mi's side, the hand not around his waist reaching up to stroke his arm. He tilts his face up, a question in his eyes.

Zhou Mi smiles again, a smaller, more intimate smile.

Kyuhyun tugs him around so they are aligned chest-to-chest. Absently, he sweeps his cap off and tosses it to the side as Zhou Mi's arms slip around his middle, hands settling on the curve of his backside. Kyuhyun is all intent when he nudges a thigh between Zhou Mi's legs and leans in to catch his lower lip between his teeth.

Kibum feels like more of a voyeur than ever, watching them stand beside the lounge in public, so lost in each other. It's different from when he watched Kangin and Eeteuk earlier, different because they are so deliberate, so intent. The sexual energy they build up around them inexorable, shivering at every gasp Zhou Mi coaxes from Kyuhyun, shuddering at every little whine escaping Zhou Mi's throat. They are purposeful in how they tease each other, not frantic and needy and lost in the heady momentum like Kangin and Eeteuk were.

It's unbearably arousing as Kyuhyun slides his long fingers under the collar of Zhou Mi's shirt, deftly undoing the top two buttons. He ducks his head and sucks briefly at the newly-exposed skin and Zhou Mi sort of keens and rocks his hips.

He can't believe he's getting turned on again. Kibum slides his hand between his legs, where his cock twitches in weak interest against his palm. He lets out a long breath between his teeth.

It's as if they are totally unaware of their audience, despite standing right beside Heechul, right before Kibum. If it's a show they're putting on, it's a private one. They are lost in each other, hips canting rhythmically. Zhou Mi groans as Kyuhyun's teeth graze his Adam's apple and his hand clenches on Kyuhyun's ass.

Kibum makes a decision, rising to his feet, adjusting his weight automatically to compensate for his injury.

Kyuhyun's undoing Zhou Mi's belt buckle when Kibum steps beside him and turns his face. Wordlessly, he kisses him, slides his tongue in insistently. The kiss is returned, and the hand on Zhou Mi's belt stills. Little white stars dance behind Kibum's eyelids as he presses harder, deepening the kiss. Kyuhyun moans, arches and rubs against Zhou Mi.

Lost in the sensation, Kibum startles when Zhou Mi's hand closes over his and guides it over Kyuhyun's lower stomach, down the front of his jeans. His eyes fly open to meet Zhou Mi's dark smile.

Somehow, while he wasn't paying attention, Zhou Mi has undone Kyuhyun's jeans, and now Kibum's hand is closed around something hard and hot. He curls his fingers experimentally and Kyuhyun shudders against him and then leans his forehead against Zhou Mi's shoulder. Kibum licks his lips and fits himself better against Kyuhyun's back, keeping a firm grip on his cock.

Every little tremor wracking through Kyuhyun's body turns Kibum on more - his body's not used to this kind of stimulation, especially not so soon after release. But there's a rush in teasing out moans in Kyuhyun's deep, rich voice with every pull of his hand. There's a rush in knowing that they're standing in the middle of a half-darkened club, slightly tucked toward the back, but visible nonetheless. Visible to their watchers. Kibum feels Heechul's eyes on them as Zhou Mi leans forward over Kyuhyun's shoulder to kiss him, and then Kibum is distracted by the flicker of tongue, swift in his mouth, then gone again.

What a cocktease, he thinks, and twists his wrist.

Kyuhyun muffles his moan by biting at Zhou Mi, who hums in pleasure, low and throaty, into Kibum's mouth.

Kibum rubs his thumb over the slit in Kyuhyun's erection and, abruptly, finds himself yanked away.

"Shit," Kyuhyun hisses between his teeth, as Kibum's fingers slide away.

Donghae stares at Kibum, standing behind him with a hand on his arm.

"Hyung."

He says nothing to Kibum's breathless greeting, but bites his lip. That look is back in his eyes, burning darker and hotter than ever. Kibum can read him just like he used to.

He brings his hand to his mouth and licks it, tongue sliding wetly over his palm, between his fingers. He doesn't break his gaze.

Donghae narrows his eyes.

Kibum sucks his middle finger into his mouth.

Donghae says softly, almost unheard under the music, "Kibum." His fingers tighten on Kibum's arm.

How long can this game go on? Kibum wonders, as desire floods through him at that one word, the sound of his name uttered. By him. Donghae.

He's in a deep blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and buttons mostly unbuttoned, a black wifebeater underneath. Kibum wants to lick him all over, fuck him into a wall. So hard you won't remember your own name, hyung.

Donghae hooks two fingers through Kibum's belt loops and tugs, stepping backwards. Kibum leaves Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun, Siwon and Hankyung, Heechul and nameless strangers behind him as he follows Donghae into the shadows.

--

Kibum's finally got his hands where he wants them. He's been gagging for this all night, he can't deny it: one hand wrapped around Donghae's upper arm and the other curled possessively over Donghae's ass. He bends his head into the hollow of Donghae's throat and scrapes his teeth over the delicate skin, lightly at first.

Donghae's moan trembles against him, and Kibum's blood runs hot. He applies more pressure, pressing hard against his neck, just beneath his collarbone, and feels a hum of satisfaction when the next sound out of Donghae's mouth is wavery and broken.

Good, he thinks. Remember who makes you like this.

Only him.

He rubs his thumb deliberately over the curve of Donghae's bared bicep, drags his tongue along his jugular.

Donghae pants his name, digging his fingers into Kibum's shoulder. "Kibum," he says again, insistent and a little ragged. Kibum draws back and sees the desperation in his eyes, hot and dark. He tilts a corner of his mouth up and then Donghae's shifting forward in his lap, mouthing into his ear, "Fuck me."

He tastes like something at once sugary and bitter, with a hint of lime, when Kibum grabs him and kisses him roughly.

He starts when Donghae crooks a leg and hooks it up against the back of Kibum's calf. The roll of his hips is languid even as he laughs and swallows Kibum's gasp. "Kibummie," he murmurs, trailing his lips over his jaw. He's teasing now, his featherlight, not-quite-there touches driving Kibum wild.

Frankly, Kibum is tired of this game.

When he followed Donghae into the darkness, melting through faceless crowds and past Eunhyuk with his hand down Junsu's pants (when did DBSK show up? he wondered), then up the back stairs, Kibum didn't expect to emerge into a small hallway with three closed doors. Donghae passed the first one and entered the second, eyes daring Kibum to follow him. He still didn't smile, taunting only with a hint of his tongue in the corner of his mouth. Come see, Kibummie.

Of course he went.

He went and found himself pushed to a seat in a lone chair as Donghae leaned his back against the shut door and stripped. The thump of the music downstairs was still audible, if muffled; every hard beat had Donghae swaying his hips suggestively as he slowly - excruciatingly slowly - shrugged his shirt off his arms.

"Don't move," he said, when Kibum made to stand up.

Five minutes later, after watching Donghae peel off his wifebeater, Kibum was harder than he had been earlier.

Five minutes after that, Donghae popped the button of his jeans open and prowled toward him, tantalizing, stopping just out of reach.

Finally, Kibum got a hold of him and pulled him onto his lap, his intent a promise in his eyes. But Donghae is still playing games with him, even now, flirting with his eyes, his mouth, his fingers slithering up Kibum's sides - and Kibum is tired. He's been horny and on edge all night, thanks in great part to Donghae. It's time to do something about it.

"You're a slut, hyung," he growls, and pushes Donghae off his lap. In quick, efficient movements, Kibum strips him of his jeans, discarding them on the ground in a pile of denim. He bends Donghae over the back of the chair and rubs his palm, warm, over his backside, still encased in thin black boxers.

"You're one to talk, Kibummie," Donghae pants, still mischievous.

Kibum debates gagging him, but decides against it in the end. He rather wants to hear the sounds he's going to fuck, hard and fast, out of his hyung. There's no way he's going slow, not after a night like this.

Swiftly, he undoes the fly of his shorts and shivers a little as he wraps his hand around himself. He tightens his fingers near the base and then strokes himself once, twice. Donghae turns his head and stares blatantly over his shoulder, eyes hooded and gaze burning into Kibum's skin. He pumps himself again, watching Donghae watch him.

Then Donghae wiggles his hips and Kibum decides they've both waited long enough. He leaves off touching himself in favor of sliding his hands under the waistband of Donghae's boxers and stripping them off.

Lube, he thinks dimly as Donghae moans and rolls his hips impatiently.

"Fuck," he says aloud, rubbing himself along the cleft of Donghae's ass. "Donghae—"

"Just fucking put it in," Donghae rasps at him, his accent heavy in his words. He grips Kibum's wrist and spins him around, shoving him back into the chair. Off-balance, Kibum falls into his seat, cringing at the soreness that shoots up his leg.

Donghae steps away from him, bending over to fish something out of his discarded jeans. Kibum stares at the line of his ass and legs as he straightens gracefully - a dancer, every lean muscle of him.

Then Donghae is back in his personal space, clever fingers sliding a condom over Kibum's insistent erection before he swings his legs over Kibum's lap, long and bare, and Kibum is distracted. He swallows hard, throat dry, as Donghae carefully adjusts himself so one leg is braced over Kibum's shoulder. Kibum grabs his ankle and holds him in place and then Donghae slowly, gradually, inches himself down onto Kibum's cock.

His eyes are wild, his face flushed. Kibum thinks he's never seen anyone so beautiful, so fucking wanton, as Donghae bites his lip in concentration.

He tremors from the effort of holding still as Donghae lowers himself, nails biting into Kibum's arm as he sinks, one hot, tight inch after another, onto his cock.

Then there is a moment when Kibum is fully sheathed in him and both of them are still, staring at each other. Donghae shifts his hips minutely and that's it, Kibum's holding onto him and surging upward, adrenaline and lust flooding through him.

Donghae moans, a desperate, needy sound, and throws his head back.

His leg is screaming in pain where he's pushing it against the floor for better purchase, angling himself to slam his hips into Donghae, but he ignores it. Donghae is a writhing, panting mess in his lap, thighs trembling and hips rocking uncontrollably. His hair is disheveled, his entire body sheened with sweat, his mouth a glistening, swollen red.

He has never, Kibum knows with certainty, been more beautiful.

He comes with a shout and a cant of his hips, driving hard into Donghae.

Donghae comes with his hands on himself and Kibum's name on his lips before collapsing onto Kibum's chest.

--

"This is not the blowjob I was after," Kibum mutters after a minute or two of labored breathing, their cooling skin beginning to stick together.

Donghae doesn't stir, only moves his lips against Kibum's neck with much effort. "What?"

"There was some fan outside who was screaming about sucking me off," Kibum explains, feeling too boneless to move, but he shifts enough to take the weight off his twinging leg. He won't be happy with the pain in a little bit, but for now it is a minor irritation with the weight of Donghae's satiated body draped lazily over his. He strokes an idle hand over the small of Donghae's lower back. "I was thinking I could afford not to take her up on her offer since I could find you."

"But you found Heechul instead." Donghae sounds disgruntled.

"You found Hyukjae first," Kibum countered.

"I didn't have sex with him!"

Kibum raises an eyebrow at the way Donghae has pushed himself indignantly off Kibum's chest and glowers at him. "I didn't have sex with Heechul either," he replies and Donghae's frown grows fiercer.

Kibum wonders if he's jealous enough to be angry. Wonders if they would be up for another round of sex, this time fast, angry, and rough. He rather likes the idea.

Donghae studies him a moment and then smiles a little. "You're such a sex maniac," he says, rolling his eyes, and Kibum is a little unsettled by the fact that he is apparently just as easy to read as he thinks Donghae is. His hyung puts his head back down on Kibum's shoulder, laughing softly.

"Of all the people to accuse me..." Kibum is affronted.

He thinks back over the night.

All right. Donghae may have a point.

"I'm glad you're back, Kibummie," Donghae whispers into his neck. He presses his lips against Kibum's pulse which flutters, warm and happy, against his touch.

For Kibum, no one else is like Donghae.

--

Downstairs, the crowd has rearranged itself. Hankyung is being fucked by Siwon on the couch and Kibum averts his eyes because, really, he doesn't need to see that. At least he and Donghae had the presence of mind to remove themselves from putting on a full-on pornographic show for everyone in the club. Hankyung's broken little cries are so raw and desperate that they set Kibum's nerves on edge.

"Pretty," is Donghae's comment, accompanied with a flash of teeth as he and Kibum circumnavigate the lounge chairs and head towards the bar. On the way, Kibum notices Heechul draped over Kangin's back, Eeteuk nowhere in sight. At the bar, Shindong is surrounded by the girls who, two hours ago, were making eyes at Henry.

"Sungmin has Henry trapped in the bathroom," Shindong tells him, and looks not at all displeased by the turn of events. With a girl attached to his neck and one hand up another's dress, he probably doesn't have anything to complain about, Kibum reflects. He offers them drinks.

Donghae looks at the proffered margarita and grins. "Can you order some tequila shots?" he asks Kibum, a wicked look in his eyes. "I'll be right back."

Kibum leans against the bar and watches Donghae weave his way through the crowd at the bar to a nearby pillar. His eyes narrow when he recognizes that head of orange-red hair - but there is another familiar body there, on his knees between Eunhyuk's legs. Junsu.

He watches Donghae approach, unnoticed by the other two. He flicks Eunhyuk's cheek with a finger until his eyes fly open and he's staring at Donghae with a dazed, confused expression. Kibum's jealousy flares again, red hot, when Donghae dips a finger into the sugary pink drink and holds it to Eunhyuk's mouth.

Hyung, Kibum thinks, annoyed.

But Donghae knows he's watching - turns his head to the side to wink at him as Eunhyuk licks off his finger. Trust me, he mouths, and then he tips the margarita over Eunhyuk's chest so it drips and slides in a miniature pink waterfall down his stomach. Junsu's head pulls back and Eunhyuk is probably swearing, if his wide-eyed angry expression is any indication.

Donghae laughs and darts away, leaving Junsu to lap trails of alcohol up Eunhyuk's abdomen as he returns to Kibum's side.

The bartender has three shots of tequila lined up neatly on the counter when Donghae slinks up to Kibum again, eyes bright and mischievous.

"You're a slut, hyung," Kibum tells him, not sure if he is feigning his irritation or not.

Donghae reaches out and hooks a finger through his belt loop. This is familiar, Kibum spares a moment to think before Donghae leans in to kiss him.

"So that whole scene with Heechul and the body shots?" Donghae purrs into his mouth. "Let's reenact that."

Kibum can't help the possessiveness that spreads through him. He pulls Donghae closer, between his thighs, and hides his smile into the curve of Donghae's jaw when he feels fingers slipping up under the hem of his wifebeater. "Blowjob and all?"

"The best blowjob of your life," Donghae promises.

Really, Kibum decides, as Donghae flicks a nipple, afterparties are the only part worth coming to.



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Started: 2009.07.22
Finished: 2009.08.02

Notes: So, um, Kibum and Donghae are both sluts, but they are both hot, and THAT IS WHY THEY SHOULD BE TOGETHER. :D Yeah! skdlas thank you for reading through 7000+ words of totally plotless porn. ♥ Now maybe I should take a break, lol.

Also, tagging these entries was a bitch. I forgot at least one every time. orz