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1-800-QMIMIN
Super Junior (M), Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi/Sungmin, NC-17, 1230 words
Some people can have the best of both worlds. Other people just need webcams.
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dokutoku_ai said I could pretend this was linked to her QMiMin fic, so I don't have to explain why Sungmin is okay with QMi fucking each other in China. :'D
1-800-QMIMIN
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Kyuhyun gasps a sharp, choked, "Fuck," in the middle of Sungmin's sentence about how Hyukjae had been conned into drinking out with Heechul the other night, and there is a significant pause on the other end of the line. The low hum of static echoes between China and Korea, and then another small whimper escapes Kyuhyun.
"Kyu?" Sungmin asks softly. There is an edge to his voice.
"H-hyung," Kyuhyun replies, fighting to keep his voice steady. "You were, um, talking about Heechul-hyung?" His voice trembles a little on the last word and then Zhou Mi drags his thumb through the slit of his cock and Kyuhyun has to bite Zhou Mi's shoulder to muffle his cry.
Sungmin lets the silence grow and turn suspicious.
"Kyuhyun?"
"Kyuhyun?" Zhou Mi echoes, sotto voce, a wicked glint in his eyes as he bends his head to mouth at Kyuhyun's neck. His hand slides down Kyuhyun's cock to grip the base, and the friction of his dry palm dragging against Kyuhyun's sensitive skin is enough to leave Kyuhyun shuddering. He squeezes his eyes shut and turns blindly toward the phone still in his hands.
"I'm here," Kyuhyun says in a small, tight voice. He sounds hoarse, even to his own ears. "Zhou Mi was just...distracting me." His excuse is weak, but he can't think straight.
Sungmin sees through him easily. He's known Kyuhyun for years, after all.
"Is he now?" Sungmin's laugh is low, hard. He sounds amused and Kyuhyun can't tell if this is a good thing or not. "How is he distracting you, Kyu? Is he sucking your cock? Fucking you with his fingers? Maybe biting your nipple the way that drives you crazy?"
Kyuhyun flushes. "Hyung," he says weakly as Sungmin's words conjure up memories. "I—" His voice breaks as Zhou Mi's chuckle puffs softly against his collarbone, a breath of air that leaves him hyper-aware of sensation.
"Sungmin-sshi has some good ideas," he murmurs, wrapping an arm around Kyuhyun's waist and hitching him further up in his lap. His mouth quirks in a quick grin and, before Kyuhyun has a chance to react, he is flicking Kyuhyun's shirt open, dipping his head to apply his lips to a nipple. Kyuhyun’s breath stutters and Sungmin murmurs a curious hmmm down the line. Then Zhou Mi swirls his tongue, Kyuhyun lurches forward, and—
"Fuck."
Kyuhyun almost drops the phone. He has sensitive nipples and Sungmin knows it. He's made use of his knowledge in the past, all sweetness and light as he tugs the nub lightly with his teeth, driving Kyuhyun out of his mind. Sungmin knows it and now Zhou Mi knows it. Knowledge can be a dangerous thing.
"Put me on speakerphone," Sungmin demands. Kyuhyun complies with shaking hand because he can't do anything else. The phone drops onto the bed next to where Zhou Mi sits, Kyuhyun in his lap.
"Hmmmm," Sungmin says then, sounding contemplative. Devious. "Zhou Mi. Tell me how you're positioned."
Zhou Mi twists his wrist, sliding back up Kyuhyun's cock. Kyuhyun's hips buck and he catches his breath, throat burning. Sungmin chuckles—he’s too good to miss the small sound—as Zhou Mi lifts his head from Kyuhyun's chest and licks his lips. "Kyuhyun's in my lap," he says contentedly, a smug, possessive lilt to his voice. "His shirt is unbuttoned and falling off his shoulders, and I've got one hand on his ass and the other around his cock. He looks like he can't decide if he wants to hit me or fuck me stupid."
Kyuhyun glares at him as Sungmin laughs again, the sound clear despite the distance. "He could top you," Sungmin agrees. Then he adopts a confiding, almost thoughtful tone. "But if you really want to get him a hot, sweaty mess, he's very sensitive right under his left ear."
"Hyung, this was classified information," Kyuhyun complains half-heartedly. He can’t work up the annoyance when Zhou Mi is oh—leaning forward and mouthing that spot under his left ear.
Kyuhyun's cock jumps and he moans.
Sungmin's purr is pleased, even a country away. "Did you like that, Kyuhyunnie?"
Kyuhyun has forgotten how cocky Sungmin gets in bed. He's sweet and friendly and good-natured the rest of the time, but when it comes to sex, Sungmin likes to be the one in charge. He's good at what he does, and he knows it. Kyuhyun knows it too. Sungmin seems intent to let Zhou Mi know, as well, and the idea sends shivers up Kyuhyun’s spine.
Zhou Mi grins against his jaw and he trembles, his erection jerking with every long, languid stroke from Zhou Mi's hand. He's slick with sweat and precome now, slippery and burning as Zhou Mi teases him. He can barely breathe over the thumping of his heart, high in his throat. He just wants Zhou Mi to touch him, really touch him, none of this teasing or foreplay. He wants to be reduced to a shuddering mess, damn it. His hips shift impatiently.
"Kiss him," Sungmin breathes. "Kiss him and then strip him and fuck him so loud that I can hear."
Zhou Mi sucks once, hard, at Kyuhyun's leaping pulse. "Can do," he tells Sungmin cheerfully, hands rising to Kyuhyun's shoulders to help him strip the remainder of his clothes.
Kyuhyun whimpers in protest. "This is unfair. You're double-teaming me."
"Sometimes life doesn't play by the rules." Zhou Mi is dismissive, skimming his hands over bare torso and dipping his fingers into the waistband of Kyuhyun's undone jeans, tugging them over his hips. Kyuhyun wriggles, sighs, tilts his head back in resignation as his shirt falls to the floor.
"Don't pretend you don't like it," Sungmin says. There's a crackle of movement from his end. Kyuhyun thinks he hears the clink of a belt. His voice is slightly raspy when he speaks again. "Let's make a deal, then. I tell Zhou Mi what to do to you, and you can tell me what to do to myself."
A slow burn starts low in Kyuhyun's stomach. He wraps his arms around Zhou Mi's neck, puts his lips right against Zhou Mi's ear. "Touch yourself, hyung," he whispers. "Rub your cock through your jeans as Zhou Mi fucks me through the mattress." He turns his head and kisses Zhou Mi deeply, only faintly aware of the sharp breath coming from the phone. He's distracted by clenching his fingers in Zhou Mi's hair, pulling his head up to meet Kyuhyun's, their mouths sliding together. Kyuhyun's erection is pressed between them, hot and leaking.
Kyuhyun pulls out of the kiss slowly, bites Zhou Mi's lip. He grins when it's Zhou Mi who moans this time. His grin turns into a smirk when Zhou Mi opens his eyes, glassy and unfocused with lust. His mouth is red and wet, slightly open as he stares at Kyuhyun.
“God, Mimi,” Kyuhyun murmurs, dragging his index finger along Zhou Mi’s bottom lip. “You’re gagging for it.”
Zhou Mi murmurs something unintelligible and rocks his hips up, eyes closing again.
"I think we should set up a webcam," comes Sungmin's voice, slightly sullen and breathless.
Kyuhyun drops his hands down to the button of Zhou Mi’s jeans. He leans slightly to the side to speak more clearly into the phone. Enunciating clearly, he says, “Hyung. I want you to go fuck yourself.” He licks his lips. “And record it.”
Started/Finished: 2008.09.11
Notes: I'm done writing porn for, like, forever. :( It's so hard. I allocate all further SuJu porn writings to other people, like Anna & Chris.
Also LOLOL HOW MUCH DO YOU LIKE THAT TITLE? ::rolls:: I'm beyond lame but oh well~
1-800-QMIMIN
Super Junior (M), Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi/Sungmin, NC-17, 1230 words
Some people can have the best of both worlds. Other people just need webcams.
dokutoku_ai said I could pretend this was linked to her QMiMin fic, so I don't have to explain why Sungmin is okay with QMi fucking each other in China. :'D1-800-QMIMIN
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meitachiKyuhyun gasps a sharp, choked, "Fuck," in the middle of Sungmin's sentence about how Hyukjae had been conned into drinking out with Heechul the other night, and there is a significant pause on the other end of the line. The low hum of static echoes between China and Korea, and then another small whimper escapes Kyuhyun.
"Kyu?" Sungmin asks softly. There is an edge to his voice.
"H-hyung," Kyuhyun replies, fighting to keep his voice steady. "You were, um, talking about Heechul-hyung?" His voice trembles a little on the last word and then Zhou Mi drags his thumb through the slit of his cock and Kyuhyun has to bite Zhou Mi's shoulder to muffle his cry.
Sungmin lets the silence grow and turn suspicious.
"Kyuhyun?"
"Kyuhyun?" Zhou Mi echoes, sotto voce, a wicked glint in his eyes as he bends his head to mouth at Kyuhyun's neck. His hand slides down Kyuhyun's cock to grip the base, and the friction of his dry palm dragging against Kyuhyun's sensitive skin is enough to leave Kyuhyun shuddering. He squeezes his eyes shut and turns blindly toward the phone still in his hands.
"I'm here," Kyuhyun says in a small, tight voice. He sounds hoarse, even to his own ears. "Zhou Mi was just...distracting me." His excuse is weak, but he can't think straight.
Sungmin sees through him easily. He's known Kyuhyun for years, after all.
"Is he now?" Sungmin's laugh is low, hard. He sounds amused and Kyuhyun can't tell if this is a good thing or not. "How is he distracting you, Kyu? Is he sucking your cock? Fucking you with his fingers? Maybe biting your nipple the way that drives you crazy?"
Kyuhyun flushes. "Hyung," he says weakly as Sungmin's words conjure up memories. "I—" His voice breaks as Zhou Mi's chuckle puffs softly against his collarbone, a breath of air that leaves him hyper-aware of sensation.
"Sungmin-sshi has some good ideas," he murmurs, wrapping an arm around Kyuhyun's waist and hitching him further up in his lap. His mouth quirks in a quick grin and, before Kyuhyun has a chance to react, he is flicking Kyuhyun's shirt open, dipping his head to apply his lips to a nipple. Kyuhyun’s breath stutters and Sungmin murmurs a curious hmmm down the line. Then Zhou Mi swirls his tongue, Kyuhyun lurches forward, and—
"Fuck."
Kyuhyun almost drops the phone. He has sensitive nipples and Sungmin knows it. He's made use of his knowledge in the past, all sweetness and light as he tugs the nub lightly with his teeth, driving Kyuhyun out of his mind. Sungmin knows it and now Zhou Mi knows it. Knowledge can be a dangerous thing.
"Put me on speakerphone," Sungmin demands. Kyuhyun complies with shaking hand because he can't do anything else. The phone drops onto the bed next to where Zhou Mi sits, Kyuhyun in his lap.
"Hmmmm," Sungmin says then, sounding contemplative. Devious. "Zhou Mi. Tell me how you're positioned."
Zhou Mi twists his wrist, sliding back up Kyuhyun's cock. Kyuhyun's hips buck and he catches his breath, throat burning. Sungmin chuckles—he’s too good to miss the small sound—as Zhou Mi lifts his head from Kyuhyun's chest and licks his lips. "Kyuhyun's in my lap," he says contentedly, a smug, possessive lilt to his voice. "His shirt is unbuttoned and falling off his shoulders, and I've got one hand on his ass and the other around his cock. He looks like he can't decide if he wants to hit me or fuck me stupid."
Kyuhyun glares at him as Sungmin laughs again, the sound clear despite the distance. "He could top you," Sungmin agrees. Then he adopts a confiding, almost thoughtful tone. "But if you really want to get him a hot, sweaty mess, he's very sensitive right under his left ear."
"Hyung, this was classified information," Kyuhyun complains half-heartedly. He can’t work up the annoyance when Zhou Mi is oh—leaning forward and mouthing that spot under his left ear.
Kyuhyun's cock jumps and he moans.
Sungmin's purr is pleased, even a country away. "Did you like that, Kyuhyunnie?"
Kyuhyun has forgotten how cocky Sungmin gets in bed. He's sweet and friendly and good-natured the rest of the time, but when it comes to sex, Sungmin likes to be the one in charge. He's good at what he does, and he knows it. Kyuhyun knows it too. Sungmin seems intent to let Zhou Mi know, as well, and the idea sends shivers up Kyuhyun’s spine.
Zhou Mi grins against his jaw and he trembles, his erection jerking with every long, languid stroke from Zhou Mi's hand. He's slick with sweat and precome now, slippery and burning as Zhou Mi teases him. He can barely breathe over the thumping of his heart, high in his throat. He just wants Zhou Mi to touch him, really touch him, none of this teasing or foreplay. He wants to be reduced to a shuddering mess, damn it. His hips shift impatiently.
"Kiss him," Sungmin breathes. "Kiss him and then strip him and fuck him so loud that I can hear."
Zhou Mi sucks once, hard, at Kyuhyun's leaping pulse. "Can do," he tells Sungmin cheerfully, hands rising to Kyuhyun's shoulders to help him strip the remainder of his clothes.
Kyuhyun whimpers in protest. "This is unfair. You're double-teaming me."
"Sometimes life doesn't play by the rules." Zhou Mi is dismissive, skimming his hands over bare torso and dipping his fingers into the waistband of Kyuhyun's undone jeans, tugging them over his hips. Kyuhyun wriggles, sighs, tilts his head back in resignation as his shirt falls to the floor.
"Don't pretend you don't like it," Sungmin says. There's a crackle of movement from his end. Kyuhyun thinks he hears the clink of a belt. His voice is slightly raspy when he speaks again. "Let's make a deal, then. I tell Zhou Mi what to do to you, and you can tell me what to do to myself."
A slow burn starts low in Kyuhyun's stomach. He wraps his arms around Zhou Mi's neck, puts his lips right against Zhou Mi's ear. "Touch yourself, hyung," he whispers. "Rub your cock through your jeans as Zhou Mi fucks me through the mattress." He turns his head and kisses Zhou Mi deeply, only faintly aware of the sharp breath coming from the phone. He's distracted by clenching his fingers in Zhou Mi's hair, pulling his head up to meet Kyuhyun's, their mouths sliding together. Kyuhyun's erection is pressed between them, hot and leaking.
Kyuhyun pulls out of the kiss slowly, bites Zhou Mi's lip. He grins when it's Zhou Mi who moans this time. His grin turns into a smirk when Zhou Mi opens his eyes, glassy and unfocused with lust. His mouth is red and wet, slightly open as he stares at Kyuhyun.
“God, Mimi,” Kyuhyun murmurs, dragging his index finger along Zhou Mi’s bottom lip. “You’re gagging for it.”
Zhou Mi murmurs something unintelligible and rocks his hips up, eyes closing again.
"I think we should set up a webcam," comes Sungmin's voice, slightly sullen and breathless.
Kyuhyun drops his hands down to the button of Zhou Mi’s jeans. He leans slightly to the side to speak more clearly into the phone. Enunciating clearly, he says, “Hyung. I want you to go fuck yourself.” He licks his lips. “And record it.”
Started/Finished: 2008.09.11
Notes: I'm done writing porn for, like, forever. :( It's so hard. I allocate all further SuJu porn writings to other people, like Anna & Chris.
Also LOLOL HOW MUCH DO YOU LIKE THAT TITLE? ::rolls:: I'm beyond lame but oh well~
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