Minako

It was all Eeteuk's Fault Part 2 (YehKyuWook)

“Hyung, it's not working at all.”

Eeteuk looked up from the computer. Kyuhyun and Ryeowook were standing there, looking at him, identical frowns on their faces.

“What isn’t working?” he asked, spinning around in his chair to face them.

“We’re practically throwing ourselves at him, and all he can do is drink his coffee. I swear, he’s more in love with that stuff than he could ever be… with us…” Ryeowook sighed, leaning on Kyuhyun’s shoulder.

Eeteuk frowned slightly. “I really thought forcing him to sleep between the two of you would do it. You’re both so cuddly when you're asleep.”

Kyuhyun grinned. “Do you miss us, hyung?”

Ryeowook laughed. “Of course he doesn’t, he has Kangin to cuddle with.”

Eeteuk quickly looked away so they wouldn’t see him blush.

“Anyway, hyung, we’ve seriously tried everything. We tried playing hard to get, cute and needy, and unintentionally sexy. He’s just not getting the hint at all. What else is there?”

“I don’t know, those things worked for me..." Eeteuk replied, "I’m not really sure what else you could try. Besides, of course, just coming strait out and telling him how you feel. Which actually might be a good idea. And I’d do it before he dies of a caffeine overdose.”

***

Yehsung was once again having a terrible day. He was so jittery, he could barely sit still, and it was making it really hard to do his job.

He blamed it completely on Eeteuk, his precious coffee couldn’t to be blamed for the way his hand wouldn’t stop shaking.

By the end of the late dance practice, Yehsung had run out of caffeine, and it was all he could do to stand up. He dragged himself home and collapsed into the bed. For once, he was too tired to worry about what was going on on either side of him. He pulled the blankets up over his head and immediately fell asleep.

***

The next morning when Yehsung awoke, he yawned, reveling in the feeling of finally having gotten some sleep. His eyes slowly fluttered open, and he froze suddenly at the sight in front of him. Ryeowook was lying beside him, shirtless, his face only inches from his, asleep. He tried to roll over quickly but Kyuhyun was behind him with an arm flung over his waist.

Yehsung pushed Kyuhyun’s arm off of him and quickly jumped out of bed, accidentally waking the other two in his haste.

“Hyung, what are you doing?” Ryeowook said sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
“Come back to bed, I was comfortable~” Kyuhyun mumbled, eyes still closed, groping at the empty place in the bed.

“I- I really…” Yehsung started, looking at the two with confusion. His sleepy, caffeine deprived mind had no idea what was going on.

Ryeowook slowly sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed, reaching out and grabbing Yehsung by the drawstrings on his pants. He pulled his hyung towards the bed. “We don’t need to be awake for a while, hyung, so you should come back to bed.”

Kyuhyun had woken up more, and slowly sat up, grinning at the look of complete confusion on Yehsung’s face. “We don’t bite, hyung.” He leaned forward and grabbed Yehsung’s hand, pulling him into the bed, between himself and Ryeowook.

Yehsung gasped as Ryeowook leaned forward and slowly, teasingly, kissed him. He was a good kisser, and Yehsung wound his hands into the magnae’s hair, kissing him back with everything he had. The kiss abruptly ended, though, when Kyuhyun slid his hands up Yehsung’s shirt and ran his fingers slowly around Yehsung’s nipples.

Yehsung jumped in surprise, and resisted the urge to moan. This was a dream; it had to be a dream. Ryeowook was nibbling on his ear and playing with the drawstring on his pants, Kyuhyun was pulling off Yehsung’s shirt and nipping at his collar bone~

Well, if it was a dream, it was a damn good one, and Yehsung intended to make the best of it. He suddenly grabbed whoever was closest- Kyuhyun, and growled, pining him down onto the bed. He kissed Kyuhyun and pushed down with his hips, making their erections grind together. Kyuhyun groaned, arching his hips to increase the contact.

Ryeowook watched for a moment, as he removed his pants.
Then he pulled Yehsung off of Kyuhyun and pushed him back up against the headboard. “My turn,” he whispered, sliding off Yehsung’s pants and boxers. Ryeowook immediately engulfed his hyung’s erection in his warm mouth, sliding up slowly to lick at the tip. And Yehsung knew for sure, he was dreaming, because nothing could feel that much like heaven in real life.

And as Ryeowook continued, slowly sliding his mouth up and down, swirling his tongue around the tip, Yehsung realized that Ryeowook was definitely not as innocent as he seemed. Because he clearly knew what he was doing.

Kyuhyun watched for a few minutes, removing his clothes to stroke himself, but then he couldn’t stand it anymore and he pulled Ryeowook away, as Yehsung held back a groan at the loss of contact. “Don’t forget about me~” he said, pulling Ryeowook into a passionate kiss. He could taste Yehsung on Ryeowook’s lips and he sucked at them frantically, trying to every last bit of the delicious flavor.

“Okay,” Yehsung said, his voice husky with lust, “We need to-”
Ryeowook looked over at him, licking his lips sexily. “I want you, hyung. I need you. Inside of me.” If it was possible, Yehsung felt himself get even harder and his eyes widened in delight. He pulled Ryeowook over and pushed him down on to the bed. “I can definitely do that.”

He reached down to stretch Ryeowook gently, but quickly. He didn’t know how long he could wait. “Hyung, just do it,” Ryeowook said, wiggling. “Do it,” Kyuhyun whispered, biting at Yehsung’s ear, tracing his finger up and down his spine, and then lower.

Yehsung bit his lip and pushed inside of Ryeowook as gently as he could. “Ohh,” he moaned, “god, Wook, you- hnnn~” Ryeowook’s eyes were clenched tightly shut, trying to ignore the pain, waiting for the pleasure. Kyuhyun reached around Yehsung to stroke at Ryeowook’s length, making his eyes shoot open and his hips lift, pushing Yehsung hard into him. They both moaned, and the delicious sounds coming from his lovers were more than Kyuhyun could stand. He slid his finger down between Yehsung’s buttocks, stroking gently at his entrance. “Hyung, can I…”

“Yesss…” Yehsung hissed, as he continued rocking slowly in and out of Ryeowook.
“Fuck, yes.”

Kyuhyun positioned himself behind Yehsung and pushed slowly inside. Yehsung shuddered. Ryeowook’s sweat covered body was writhing under him with his hand clenched tightly around Yehsung’s arms.

Kyuhyun was finally fully inside of Yehsung, and started roughly thrusting in and out, pushing Yehsung hard into Ryeowook, who came without warning a moment later, bucking his hips and crying out his lover’s names.
Yehsung came immediately after with a shout, but Kyuhyun just kept pounding into his hyung, fingers dug hard into his hips, who was still inside of Ryeowook, both moaning with every push, until he came with a groan.

***

“You know,” Kyuhyun said, hugging Yehsung tightly, “if Eeteuk-hyung hadn't made you move in here, none of this would have happened.”

“Yeah, I always liked Eeteuk-hyung~” Yehsung said softly, running his fingers through Ryeowook’s hair.

“Me too…” Ryeowook said with a tired smile.

***

Later that morning, the three sat side by side at the kitchen table. Yehsung was slowly savoring a cup of coffee.
“Why do you love coffee so much, Yehsunggie?” Ryeowook asked, leaning on his hyung’s shoulder.
“It's delicious,” Yehsung replied, “Here, taste it.”

Everyone else in the kitchen stopped to stare. Yehsung was sharing… his first cup of coffee??

Ryeowook made a face. “Yucky~”
Yehsung and Kyuhyun laughed. “You’re lucky you’re cute, magnae,” Yehsung said, taking his coffee back.
“So cute,” Kyuhyun said, pinching his cheek, and hugging his arm.
Ryeowook stuck his tongue out at Kyuhyun, and Yehsung couldn’t help but grin at his adorable lovers.

Someone snickered and the three looked up simultaneously to see everyone on the other side of the kitchen staring at them with mixed emotions.

“You three… are so cute… I think I’m going to be sick,” Shindong said, holding his stomach, in mock nausea.
“Shh, you,” Eeteuk said, smiling ecstatically at the three. He reached over and snuggled up to Kangin, who tried to ignore him, embarrassed. “It’s about time, really.”

The three did their best to ignore the annoying comments, but when he thought no one was looking, Yehsung turned to Eeteuk and mouthed the words, “Thank you.”

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