Ateez One Shots

by nervouscity

Summary:

short (smut) ateez fics, tags in each chapter

Chapter 1: Woojjong

Notes:

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Top Wooyoung, bottom Jongho

Jongho wasn't really used to this. Maybe this in general, or maybe just Wooyoung. Probably both.

Wooyoung has been clingy lately, hanging onto Jongho as much as he could, holding his hand and petting his hair and touching his thighs. Jongho was used to this , for the most part, from each of the members. But Wooyoung was being excessive.

On multiple occasions, Wooyoung has touched his chest. Jongho has explicitly told all of them to not do that; he's both sensitive and not the most comfortable with it. Wooyoung does it so fleetingly, though—maybe it's just been an accident each time.

Jongho would've just ignored all this, Wooyoung goes through phases of who he likes the most, but Wooyoung was persistent. He was touching Jongho any and every time possible. Jongho didn't know what to do.

The culmination of Wooyoung's acts took place in Jongho's bedroom.

"Jonggie," Wooyoung said with a pout, closing the door with his back.

Jongho looked at him, connecting his phone to the charger and setting it on his nightstand, in the process of going to bed.

"Why do you ignore me?" Wooyoung complained.

Jongho chuckled. "I don't."

Jongho sat on his bed, and Wooyoung did the same.

"Either you're ignoring me or you're oblivious." Wooyoung stated.

Jongho laughed in surprise. Wooyoung's behavior lately came rushing back to him, but he tried to ignore it. He didn't know if whatever Wooyoung was doing was even something , and had no idea if that was what he was talking about.

"So you're oblivious? You're usually so smart, baby." Wooyoung said, shuffling a few inches closer.

Jongho kept a blank expression even with his face heating up. "What are you saying?" he questioned.

Wooyoung sighed, his pout still prominent. Then, he confessed, "I want you, Jongho. I want you so bad."

Jongho's heart skipped a beat. He stared at Wooyoung, his face still blank, though his eyes a bit wider.

"Don't look at me like that. You know what you do to me."

No, Jongho didn't.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and scooted closer. "What? You want me to beg?"

Jongho was still frozen, and Wooyoung took that as an answer.

Wooyoung came even closer until their knees were touching. "I want you. Want you so bad, love, I can't take it anymore. I just want your attention. Please? I've been trying so hard to get you to notice me."

Jongho exhaled a breath he'd been holding listening to Wooyoung's sweet voice say those inviting words. He loved Wooyoung. He loved Wooyoung and his bravado and how his eyes shimmered.

"Don't lie." Was all Jongho could say.

Wooyoung frowned. He found Jongho's hand and held it with both of his own. " You don't be dumb. You're not dumb. You've been teasing me on purpose, haven't you?"

Fuck.

He felt wanted.

He was wanted.

Jongho slowly shook his head. Wooyoung rolled his eyes. He crawled into Jongho's lap. Wooyoung cupped his face, barely-there fingertips tracing his brow and below his eye.

"Give yourself to me." Wooyoung murmured. "Please?"

Jongho nodded. His skin was hot where Wooyoung was touching him: his face, his thighs, his bicep that Wooyoung was holding. Hot, hot, hot. Maybe taking off his clothes would help.

"Can't you say it?" Wooyoung crooned.

Jongho swallowed thickly. "Yes, Young, I…" he trailed off, shy. Then, "I want you."

Wooyoung kissed him. Jongho let out some sort of aborted noise, most likely in surprise, even if he just said the words he did. Wooyoung looped his arms around Jongho's shoulders and shuffled closer in his lap. Jongho tentatively set his hands on Wooyoung's thighs.

"Please. I wanna hear it." Wooyoung breathed. "It feels so good."

Jongho wasn't good with words, but he always gave Wooyoung what he asked for.

"I want you, Wooyoung. Take me." Jongho murmured. He squeezed Wooyoung's hips.

Wooyoung moaned, cursing, then kissed Jongho even harder. Jongho needed more. He just didn't know how to go about that.

"Tell me. What do you want, baby? I'll do whatever you want." Wooyoung said.

Jongho wanted him to stop talking.

"Clothes?" he tried.

Wooyoung grinned. He pulled off his shirt before tugging Jongho's over his head. Wooyoung hovered a hand over Jongho's chest. "Can I play?" he asked.

So Wooyoung did know about Jongho's rule. He just decided to ignore it. Jongho nearly said no to get back at him. But he simply nodded.

Wooyoung dipped down to kiss his neck. His fingers trailed over Jongho's nipple. Jongho inhaled a sharp breath, his grip tightening on Wooyoung's waist.

"So cute," Wooyoung whispered. He nipped at Jongho's neck, making him flinch. "Lay down."

Wooyoung got off of him, allowing Jongho to do what he was told. Wooyoung straddled him, and Jongho didn't like the look in his eye. He didn't like being studied like this. He especially didn't like the quietness.

"Stop."

Wooyoung made moves to get off of him.

Jongho realized his mistake. "No, don't."

Wooyoung cocked his head to the side. "Baby? You're not fucked-out already, are you?"

Jongho pursed his lips and shook his head. Now he's brought too much attention to himself. Before he could think, he pushed out, "I really can't talk in situations like this. You can do whatever you want. Please make your questions yes-or-no."

Wooyoung looked at him, nodding softly. His gaze soon dropped back down to Jongho's chest. Jongho realized he didn't even bring that up in his rant, but he's already spent most of his energy saying everything else. He wasn't sure exactly what Wooyoung wanted, but he nodded nonetheless.

Wooyoung moved, almost laying on him, and placed his lips on Jongho's chest. Jongho set his hand on Wooyoung's head, rubbing him with his thumb. His breathing was already labored.

"But you can tell me when you don't like something, right?" Wooyoung asked. He kissed close to Jongho's nipple.

Jongho nodded and bit his lip, humming a small "uh huh."

Wooyoung finally made contact with Jongho's already perky nipple. Jongho flinched, far too sensitive. He draped his arm over his eyes.

"Why are you shy, little bear?" Wooyoung questioned. He gently moved Jongho's arm. Jongho couldn't make eye contact. He stared at Wooyoung's lips instead. "You're perfect. You're everything I want. You said you'd give yourself to me, did you change your mind?"

Jongho quickly shook his head. He needed to reassure Wooyoung, needed to say he wanted this so fucking badly , but the words wouldn't come out, so he grabbed Wooyoung's head and kissed him. Wooyoung reacted eagerly. Jongho sat up, holding Wooyoung's waist to keep him close. Their kisses were fast.

Wooyoung held Jongho's neck, then slid down to his biceps. "You're so fucking hot." He breathed.

Jongho loved praise.

Wooyoung looped his arms around Jongho's neck. He was in Jongho's lap, only a few inches between them. Their skin was warm against each other. Jongho, more comfortable now, could hardly contain himself. He pushed Wooyoung to his back and straddled him.

Wooyoung groaned. He cupped Jongho's face, separating them to say, "Fuck me."

Jongho froze. His heart was beating so hard, he sat up so Wooyoung wouldn't hear it. Wooyoung looked at him with lidded eyes and his bottom lip between his teeth. His hands were resting by his head, setting his body on display. Jongho wanted to see it covered in pretty purple marks.

But that wasn't why he had to stop.

"Top?" Jongho asked.

"You?" Wooyoung clarified. Jongho nodded. "Yes. Do you want to top? You can bottom."

Jongho took a second to think. More than a second, really, or even a few. Wooyoung didn't rush him.

"Bottom." Jongho mumbled.

"Okay, angel, that's okay." Wooyoung said. "Can I ask for one thing, though?"

Jongho hummed, nodding quickly.

"Finger me. Please." Wooyoung said.

Jongho grinned and nodded once again. He dipped down to continue their kiss, his fingers trailing down Wooyoung's waist and stopping at his pants. He wanted them off. Wooyoung, thankfully, could tell, and pushed down his clothes. Jongho gently wrapped his hand around his cock.

"I like when you do it, baby, you're always so good at it." Wooyoung murmured. He carded his fingers through the back of Jongho's hair.

Jongho exhaled a shaky breath. He pumped Wooyoung's cock, and he knew he was being too slow and holding him too loosely, but he was just so nervous. He shouldn't be. He's had sex with the members before. With Wooyoung before, too. Jongho wasn't sure if all the praise had gotten him shy or if it was how Wooyoung was so vocal about his lust. Again, probably both.

"Jongho," Wooyoung moaned. "Want it now, please."

Jongho moved away. He got the bottle of lube from his nightstand and set on coating his fingers. Meanwhile, Wooyoung undressed completely and tossed his clothes aside. Jongho tried not to stare. Wooyoung was so pretty.

Jongho was helpless against Wooyoung when he spread his legs and pulled them back to expose himself. Jongho shuffled close and reached for Wooyoung, his heart racing.

"Wait," Wooyoung interrupted. Jongho froze. "Take your clothes off. You should've done that a long time ago."

Jongho blushed. He had to stand on the floor so he could use his dry hand to push down his pants and underwear. He ignored the way Wooyoung's eyes were glued to him. Jongho got back into position and held Wooyoung's thigh, his other hand hovering over Wooyoung's hole. Wooyoung nodded, and Jongho eased in a finger.

Wooyoung was noisy. Noisy enough for the both of them. Jongho loved it. It was beautiful, a beautiful way to end the day. He just hoped the others didn't mind.

Wooyoung hovered his hand over Jongho's wrist, and Jongho would've thought he was being told to stop if he didn't know this was a thing Wooyoung did. He liked to hold. To be close. Wooyoung had a tight grip on him once Jongho was two fingers in.

Jongho watched Wooyoung's brow furrow and his tongue dart out to wet his lips. He watched his chest shudder as he took in shaky breaths. He saw the way Wooyoung's cockhead began to glisten with precum. He drank in every miniscule movement made by Wooyoung's perfect, perfect body.

"Jongho, fuck," Wooyoung moaned. He shook on Jongho's fingers. "Fuck, fuck, baby, wait."

Jongho paused.

"Okay. God. I need to fuck you before I cum."

Jongho's chest bloomed warm with pride. He eased out his fingers and sat. Wooyoung took a second to sit up. He propped himself on his elbows and looked Jongho up and down. He very obviously spent more time on his cock. Jongho stopped himself from shying away.

Wooyoung fully sat up and grabbed the back of Jongho's neck to kiss him. He told Jongho to lay on his side, then got the lube. Jongho did what he was told. They made eye contact before Wooyoung pushed a finger into him.

Jongho was nearly silent in the bedroom; the only sound that ever gave him away was his breathing. His breaths would be so, so shaky; he would gasp and sigh with the push and pull of pleasure. It was embarrassing.

"Baby bear, you don't have to be so quiet." Wooyoung told him. He added a second finger.

Jongho forced a small whimper. It's not that he thought he shouldn't make noise, he just didn't. He hoped Wooyoung understood. He didn't want to fake moan.

Wooyoung merely hummed. He moved Jongho's leg, propping it up on the outside of his shoulder. Jongho covered his face with his hands. He flinched when Wooyoung snaked a hand up his balls to wrap around his cock. Jongho's legs tried to close, but he only pushed on Wooyoung's body. He felt that was rude, so he spread his legs wider.

Wooyoung chuckled. "You're so cute. Please don't hide. You didn't believe me when I said I wanted you?"

"I believe you, I'm sorry." Jongho hissed. He had been incredulous at first, but Wooyoung has definitely proved himself. And he didn't want Wooyoung to think he didn't want this, so he had to answer. Even though his voice was weak.

"Shh, shh, don't say that. Don't say sorry." Wooyoung told him. 

This whole time, he was stroking Jongho's cock and pressing on his prostate in the same, slow rhythm, and Jongho just noticed he'd begun grinding into the motion. It felt too good to stop.

"Relax, baby. I'm just trying to make you feel good. I love you, you know? I want you to feel good."

Jongho sighed deeply. He removed his hands from his face, but kept his eyes closed and said, "I love you too."

Jongho could practically feel how wide Wooyoung was smiling. Wooyoung entered a third finger, and Jongho's hands turned to fists. He couldn't wait any longer.

"Ready now? Yes or no?"

Jongho quickly nodded. Wooyoung slowly removed his hands and guided Jongho's leg down. Jongho sat up. He didn't know what position they were going to be in.

"What do you want to do?" Wooyoung asked. "On your back? I like it that way. But we can do something else."

Jongho nodded. He shuffled to lay down again.

"Bear, where are your condoms?" Wooyoung asked, reaching towards the nightstand. Jongho pointed to the bottom drawer.

Finally, Wooyoung rolled on a condom and lined his dick up to Jongho's hole. They nodded at each other before Wooyoung pushed in. Jongho's jaw dropped and his head fell back to the bed. He was in love with the feeling of being full. Wooyoung pressed all the way in, and Jongho's eyes fluttered closed. He sighed in relief.

"You're so cute, baby boy. Baby bear. Cutest little… fuck, I love you so much."

Jongho hid his face with his arms.

Wooyoung's voice was closer when he said, "I wanna hear it, please. Say it back."

Jongho carefully moved his arms to loop around Wooyoung's neck. "I love you. I love you so much." He whispered.

Wooyoung kissed him. He gave a short thrust, eliciting a surprised noise from Jongho. Wooyoung picked up a rhythm. Jongho had to turn away from their kiss to breathe.

Jongho patted around to find the lube again. Wooyoung took it from him and was nice enough to add an excessive amount, fucking it in. His movements were faster and deeper now.

Jongho bit his lip hard. It felt so good, way too good. He didn't know what to do with himself.

Wooyoung intertwined their fingers on both hands, inadvertently pinning Jongho down. He began repeating the phrase "I love you" in a hushed voice.

He said it at least ten times before Jongho stopped him. "Shut up." He hissed. Jongho tore away his hands to hug Wooyoung, pulling him as close as possible.

Wooyoung was laying on him now, and Jongho loved the weight and the intimacy and how he could feel Wooyoung's breath on him. He could feel Wooyoung's lips, too, kissing his neck and shoulder and collar bone. Wooyoung was moaning. Every sound he made sparked a flame in Jongho's tummy.

"Want you to cum first." Wooyoung told him.

Jongho kissed Wooyoung's neck, just a peck, reminding both of them that they were here and together.

"Need to touch." Jongho breathed. He was a little proud of himself for talking this much, but he was also forced to with Wooyoung's predilection for conversation.

Wooyoung slowed to a stop. He planted a messy kiss on Jongho's chest before sitting up. "Turn over?"

Jongho nodded. Wooyoung pulled out and Jongho moved to his hands and knees. Wooyoung slid his hand all the way up Jongho's spine and back down again. He thumbed at Jongho's hole, almost like he was admiring it. He pushed back in slowly. Jongho made fists in the sheets. This, this is what he wasn't used to. He wasn't used to his body getting so much attention. The others touched him during sex, obviously, but Jongho could feel Wooyoung's appreciation in every pet and rub and squeeze. In every single brush of his fingertips. Every kiss.

Jongho felt like crying.

"Touch, baby. Don't be shy."

Jongho squeezed his eyes shut. He reached a hand to his cock and stroked himself. He was wet with precum and the lube that had dripped down from his ass.

Soon, sooner than he expected, Jongho was whispering Wooyoung's name and cumming into his hand. He shook and spasmed, his posture falling until his hips were almost to the bed.

"Fuck, Jongho." Wooyoung breathed. He kept Jongho close and fucked harder, moaning up until his climax, where he fell silent, not even breathing. He sighed deeply after his high faded and pulled out.

Jongho laid on his side, his arm draped over his face. 

Wooyoung shuffled to sit in front of him. "If you hide one more time, Jonggie, I'm going to hit you."

Jongho moved his arm. He felt like crying again. He was fighting the lump in his throat.

Wooyoung's face fell. "I was joking, baby."

"Thank you." Jongho whispered.

"Thank me?" Wooyoung asked, cocking his head to the side.

Jongho pulled Wooyoung down to lay with him. He held Wooyoung's hand in both of his own. "You make me feel good." He mumbled.

Wooyoung grinned. He squeezed Jongho's hand and pet his hair. "Good. That's all I wanted."

Jongho opened his eyes. "I made you feel good?" he asked, his voice weak.

"Of course, love, that's not even a question. Couldn't you tell? Need me to be louder next time?"

Jongho closed his eyes and curled into Wooyoung, his face warm. Wooyoung chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

"Wanna shower?" Wooyoung asked.

Jongho knew he should, but he didn't want to get up. He was tired. He wanted to fall asleep in Wooyoung's arms.

"Let's at least wipe off before we sleep."

That sounded better. Jongho sat up as Wooyoung did and watched him run to the bathroom and bring back a damp washcloth. They kissed while they cleaned up. They moved slowly. Neither of them wanted to leave each other, even if only to sleep.

They put a limited amount of clothing back on before getting under the covers. They laid front-to-back, Wooyoung holding Jongho as close as possible without crushing him. And Jongho still wanted closer.

Chapter 2: Woojoong

Notes:

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Bottom Wooyoung, brat Wooyoung, top Hongjoong, dom Hongjoong, face fucking, orgasm delay, finger fucking, degradation, crying, elements of choking (no actual choking), aftercare

How to get punished by Hongjoong:

1. Make fun of him
2. Ignore him
3. Tease him
4. Play with the others more than with him

1. Make fun of him

Wooyoung eyed Hongjoong up and down, his head reeling with possibilities. He couldn't make this too obvious, because if Hongjoong knew what he was doing, he'd truly punish Wooyoung by ignoring him completely. Wooyoung wanted the very opposite of that.

Wooyoung started out light, repeating and pointing out Hongjoong if he misspoke. Hongjoong would glare at him, but in a lighthearted way. Wooyoung could go further, and he wanted to, but didn't want to do too much in the first round. He needed Hongjoong to stay clueless for a while.

2. Ignore him

Ignoring Hongjoong would prove to be a more difficult task. Wooyoung would always poke fun at him, but it was hard to ignore and avoid him.

Wooyoung ignored most of his orders: go and get dressed, get in the van, stop playing around. Just when Hongjoong looked ready to snap, Wooyoung listened to him. He did what he was told with a cute pout and oftentimes a kiss on the cheek.

3. Tease him

Wooyoung was good at teasing. He could do it so naturally, sometimes even he didn't know if it was on purpose or not.

Hongjoong liked being touched, he really did—anywhere and everywhere. Wooyoung held his thigh too high up and touched his butt too often and rubbed his lower back for too long.

Hongjoong never did anything. Wooyoung only knew he was effective because he met Hongjoong's gaze more than usual. It was exhilarating to think he was getting under Hongjoong's poised façade.

4. Play with the others more than with him

Wooyoung was with his members often, some more often than Hongjoong. What Wooyoung had to do was make sure Hongjoong knew about it.

Wooyoung told San to give him a hickey so Hongjoong could see it before it was covered by makeup. Hongjoong scolded him, but he did to San as well, telling them they needed to be careful.

Wooyoung needed to make him jealous, not bring out the leader in him. He got even touchier with the others, sitting in their laps and clinging onto their arms. He kissed them more than usual, making sure to have Hongjoong see and let him realize that he wasn't getting any attention.

This tactic worked, no doubt with the help of everything else Wooyoung has been doing. Hongjoong was short with Wooyoung anytime they spoke. Wooyoung could tell the others noticed, and Wooyoung did too, but he acted ignorant and innocent. On the inside, he was brimming with anticipation.

 

After a day of terrorizing Hongjoong, Wooyoung finally got his wish. He watched Hongjoong get increasingly frustrated, both at him and at the fact that he couldn't do anything about it. Until now.

Hongjoong dragged Wooyoung to his room the moment they were home. Wooyoung tried to act oblivious, but couldn't keep a smile from his face. He managed to plaster on a confused look when Hongjoong caged him against the door.

"You're not cute. You're not funny. We're not playing a little game." Hongjoong commanded.

Wooyoung cocked his head to the side. "Game? What are you talking about?"

Hongjoong's gaze hardened, and it sent tingles throughout Wooyoung's entire body.

"Don't act stupid." Hongjoong spat.

Wooyoung stared at him.

"Maybe you're not acting. Maybe you're a fucking idiot." Hongjoong said, taking a hold of Wooyoung's jaw.

A smile crept onto Wooyoung's face. Hongjoong's eyes wavered, seemingly surprised. Wooyoung curled his hand around Hongjoong's wrist, saying, "I think I'm the opposite, baby."

Wooyoung saw Hongjoong clench his jaw. He loved Hongjoong's icy stare.

"No. Even stupider for doing this on purpose." Hongjoong told him.

Wooyoung smirked and shrugged. He guided Hongjoong's hand to his neck. Wooyoung liked choking and often wanted weight on his throat—even if Hongjoong wasn't into it and would never squeeze.

Hongjoong's hand slid to the back of Wooyoung's neck, pulling him closer. Wooyoung refrained from kissing him, even though they were inches away and his eyes were glued to Hongjoong's lips.

"I should teach you a lesson. Ignore you and not give you the reaction you want. Like training a fucking dog." Hongjoong spat.

Wooyoung bit his lip, his chest tight.

"We can save that for another day."

Wooyoung smiled. He grabbed Hongjoong's head and smashed their lips together. Hongjoong pushed him away and shoved him to his knees. In Wooyoung's excitement, he fumbled with Hongjoong's belt. After some help, Wooyoung got his pants down and his cock in his mouth. He sucked on his tip and pumped him to get him fully hard.

Hongjoong made a tight fist in Wooyoung's hair. Wooyoung bobbed his head on his dick, holding his hips. Hongjoong began to thrust into him. Wooyoung stayed still and let him do what he wanted.

"Such a bitch," Hongjoong muttered. He repositioned himself, getting Wooyoung a few centimeters closer.

Wooyoung choked and instinctively pulled away. Hongjoong let go of his hair. Wooyoung went right back to him, shoving his cock in his mouth and squeezing his waist. Hongjoong chuckled. He started thrusting again, not as deep, but soon getting fast. Wooyoung closed his eyes, relaxed his jaw, and set his hands between his legs. He sat pretty for Hongjoong.

He let Hongjoong have his fun, but wanted more in just a couple of minutes. Wooyoung palmed himself through his pants before reaching in and taking out his cock. He pumped himself. It didn't take long for Hongjoong to notice.

"What makes you think you can touch?" Hongjoong demanded. He stopped moving, but kept Wooyoung on him.

Wooyoung backed away to answer, then was yanked back into place. He made a noise too close to a moan. He glared at Hongjoong and successfully sat back this time, still stroking himself.

"You don't think I look good?" Wooyoung taunted. "You don't want to know I like you using me like this?"

Hongjoong scowled at him.

Wooyoung licked at his tip. He gave him a few kisses before sucking on his cockhead. Hongjoong carded his fingers through Wooyoung's hair. Wooyoung moaned when he began to thrust again, his hand fast on himself. His throat hurt, his jaw was sore, and his knees were aching, but there was no place he'd rather be.

Hongjoong pulled out. "Get up. Get on the bed."

Wooyoung wiped off his mouth. He didn't realize he'd drooled as much as he did. He stood, shuffling off his pants, and sat on the bed. His heart raced as he watched Hongjoong undress. He wanted his hands all over him and Hongjoong's hands all over him.

"Off. Hands and knees." Hongjoong said, gesturing to Wooyoung's shirt, then twirling his finger to tell him to turn around.

Wooyoung had no complaints. Hongjoong got the lube as he got into position. He arched his back and lowered to his elbows, fire in his tummy crackling when he heard the snap of the bottle's cap.

"Get up and stay up." Hongjoong ordered.

Wooyoung silently rolled his eyes and got back up on his hands. Hongjoong rubbed a lubed finger over Wooyoung's hole before pushing it in. Wooyoung pursed his lips to hide a small moan.

Hongjoong was gentle. He thrusted slowly and warned Wooyoung before adding a second finger by touching it to his rim. Wooyoung was quick to get noisy; Hongjoong knew just where to touch him.

Yet Hongjoong's tenderness was quick to devolve. He thrusted quickly, right where Wooyoung needed it, making Wooyoung's back arch and his arms weaken. His moans were constant. Hongjoong's fingers made obscene sounds, harmonizing with Wooyoung's whines. Heat was boiling in his tummy.

"Holy shit, Joong—" Wooyoung tried. He fought to stay in position.

"Yeah, baby?" Hongjoong asked, slowing his movements to a teasing pace. "Wanna say something?"

Wooyoung bit his lip and stayed quiet. Hongjoong started up again. Wooyoung's arms nearly buckled, but he caught himself. The pressure of pleasure was building up, and it was making Wooyoung's head foggy. He collapsed to his elbows soon enough. Hongjoong didn't say anything; a rare act of mercy.

Even during the times Hongjoong slowed to rest his arm, Wooyoung was shaking. He had the thought to give in and touch himself so he could cum, but he liked the sensations he got from only his prostate, the vibrant euphoria he couldn't get anywhere else.

"I'm trying to make you cum. Why haven't you?"

Wooyoung panted when he stopped inside of him. His brain repeated the sounds Hongjoong made until he could piece them together into words. Then, "I can't—can't without touching, I—"

Hongjoong hummed. Wooyoung jerked when he gave a few slow thrusts. Wooyoung's chest was pressed to the bed, his back arched like a pornstar. His legs trembled. Hongjoong removed his fingers and pressed on Wooyoung's hip, laying him on his side.

Wooyoung rubbed his eyes. He squeezed his thighs together and breathed deeply. Hongjoong touched the tip of his cock, spreading the ample precum, making Wooyoung flinch and curl in on himself.

"Good to know, Youngie. Thanks for telling me." Hongjoong said, moving away.

Wooyoung didn't know if he was sincere or not, but didn't necessarily care.

"Get up." Hongjoong ordered.

Wooyoung took a few seconds, but sat up. The pressure had dissipated and his mind was clearing up.

"Jerk me off."

Wooyoung blinked at him. "Off? Aren't you gonna fuck me?"

Hongjoong shrugged.

Wooyoung kept his face blank. An idea had invaded his mind soon after he started all this, and now was the time to act on it. First, he had to pretend he didn't care about being fucked or not.

"You want it more than me, I'm sure." Wooyoung said.

Hongjoong laughed sharply. He didn't say anything, only moving to sit against the pillows. They both knew he was lying. Wooyoung sat between his legs and refrained from saying anything incriminating. He pumped Hongjoong's dick a few times, rubbing the head with his palm and using the precum as lube. Hongjoong gave a satisfied sigh.

Hongjoong took a hold of Wooyoung's jaw and pulled him close. Wooyoung immediately sucked on his bottom lip, nipping at him. Hongjoong held his nape and bit him back. Wooyoung couldn't help but smile.

"Focus." Hongjoong ordered, wrapping his hand around Wooyoung's.

Wooyoung thought that was hot, and thought it would've been even hotter if Hongjoong's hands were bigger than his, but refrained from telling him that because he knew it'd result poorly. So he continued to kiss and stroke, paying more attention to his work.

Hongjoong was noisy. Wooyoung loved it, was in love with it, especially since his mewls and grunts were high-pitched and whiny. Any time he made a sound, Wooyoung tried to replicate whatever he did to cause him to do that. When he was successful, Hongjoong would whimper and moan in a way that melted Wooyoung's heart. Even on top of all that, the best part was that Hongjoong got whiny just from kissing.

"You sound so cute." Wooyoung breathed with a grin. He held Hongjoong's balls with one hand as his other pumped.

Hongjoong took a hold of Wooyoung's neck. He didn't squeeze, didn't choke, only held. Wooyoung tilted his head back, his eyes closing, waiting and hoping that Hongjoong would change his mind, would grip his throat and make him lightheaded.

Hongjoong lightly pushed on him. "On your back."

Wooyoung opened his eyes, fighting a frown. He recuperated quickly, though, and laid down. Now was the time for the final part of his plan. He waited until Hongjoong rolled on the condom before speaking:

"Beg for it."

Hongjoong froze.

"Say it."

Hongjoong's glare chilled Wooyoung's bones, but he stood his ground. He closed his legs and repeated himself. "Say it."

"We're not doing this." Hongjoong announced.

Wooyoung smiled. He sat up, saying, "Fine, then. We can stop right now."

Hongjoong shoved Wooyoung to lay down. Wooyoung gasped through a smile.

Hongjoong took a deep breath before gritting out, "Please."

Wooyoung kept his legs closed. "You can do better than that, baby."

"You're pushing it." Hongjoong said lowly. He set his hand on Wooyoung's knee.

Wooyoung grinned. "Just one more time? It's cute."

Hongjoong pushed on his knee—not too hard—trying to spread his legs again. Wooyoung didn't budge.

"Please, Wooyoung." Hongjoong relented. He sounded a bit like he'd given up.

Wooyoung smiled wide and opened up for him. Hongjoong muttered something that sounded like "finally" and lined himself up. They both sighed when he pushed in.

"You're a bitch." Hongjoong commented, pausing once he bottomed out.

Wooyoung chuckled breathlessly. He shifted, getting comfortable. "To think I was about to thank you."

Hongjoong didn't reply. He held the pits of Wooyoung's knees and pushed them to his chest. Wooyoung yelped, his hands instinctively reaching for whatever part of Hongjoong was closest. He grasped his biceps tightly, then made himself loosen up. He was flexible, it only hurt a little bit, and he couldn't even think about the stretch when Hongjoong started to fuck.

"Fucking brat," Hongjoong hissed. His thrusts were hard, aggressive, seemingly taking out his frustration on Wooyoung's hole.

Wooyoung didn't mind. This is what he wanted. He wanted to feel like he needed to repent. 

"Uh-huh, baby, you like it." Wooyoung replied, voice whiny and weak.

Hongjoong scoffed. He folded Wooyoung even sharper. Wooyoung gasped and slapped a hand over his mouth. With the burn from the stretch and Hongjoong's cock deeper than anything he's taken in a long while, he was wincing and his face was scrunched in a sob. Tears welled in his eyes, and he hid behind his hands.

Hongjoong slowed, catching his breath. Wooyoung did the same, needing to fill his lungs with air now that it didn't feel like Hongjoong's dick was reaching his stomach. Wooyoung could feel his tip wet on his tummy.

"You're so pretty." Hongjoong whispered.

Wooyoung shuddered. He stayed hidden. Hongjoong shifted, putting Wooyoung's calves on his shoulders and lowering to his elbows. Wooyoung groaned lowly. Hongjoong's hips came to life with slow, gentle thrusts, and he moved Wooyoung's hands to kiss him.

"You—you're—" Wooyoung tried.

Hongjoong kissed the corner of Wooyoung's mouth, his cheek, his jaw. "Yeah? What's on your mind, baby boy?"

All the tension flooded from Wooyoung's body. He stayed quiet because he didn't remember what he wanted to say. Hongjoong thrusted deep and deliberately. Wooyoung whimpered each time. His mind was empty except that Hongjoong was here Hongjoong was with him they were together they were as close as they could physically be he wanted closer he wanted more.

Pressure built up quickly. Wooyoung couldn't handle it. He needed the release of an orgasm, needed to shake on Hongjoong's cock and moan his name as obscenely as possible. He turned his head to the side and bit his lip, trying to keep the tears in.

Hongjoong sat up and moved him by his jaw. Wooyoung coughed out a sob, far gone and grinding on Hongjoong. He was so close to giving in and touching. Hongjoong wasn't stopping him, no, he was testing himself, trying to see if he could cum hands-free, trying to see what would get him to that point.

"You're fucking crying?" Hongjoong questioned.

Wooyoung shook his head to get Hongjoong's hand off of him. He wrapped his legs around Hongjoong's waist and shamelessly fucked himself on him. He let out little gasps and moans, tears leaking down his cheekbones.

Hongjoong took Wooyoung's hand and set it on his cock. "Just jerk off, you idiot."

Wooyoung sniffled. He took a hold of himself, and Hongjoong returned to thrusting. Wooyoung didn't care anymore; he stroked fast and rough. He got to the edge quickly, and what pushed him over it was Hongjoong finding his prostate. He came hard onto himself, trembling and gasping and tensing and scrounging up the energy to whimper Hongjoong's name. He laid limp afterwards.

Hongjoong kept going, but only for a few minutes. He came with a deep sigh. Or maybe it was a moan—Wooyoung didn't pay attention. His legs fell to the bed when Hongjoong pulled out.

Hongjoong crawled to sit next to Wooyoung. He brushed his fingers through his hair and softly wiped away his tears. "You okay, Youngie?" he asked.

Wooyoung nodded. He swallowed thickly and took Hongjoong's hand to hold.

"Got what you wanted?"

Wooyoung nodded again. He didn't have the energy to be cocky.

"Good. Have you learned your lesson?"

Wooyoung shook his head.

Hongjoong chuckled. "I shouldn't have asked."

Wooyoung squeezed Hongjoong's hand. The lube was cooling on his skin. Before he could sit up, Hongjoong's lips were on his.

"Not an idiot." Hongjoong assured him. He was warm against him. "Smart baby. My pretty boy. I liked this, thank you for this."

Wooyoung held the back of his head to keep him close. He sat up, moving Hongjoong with him, and cupped his face. Wooyoung wasn't giving himself time to breathe.

Hongjoong eventually pulled away, both of them panting. They looked at each other. "I can't… can't go again." Hongjoong told him.

"No, no, sorry, baby, I don't want that." Wooyoung rushed. He kissed him once more. "I just like you."

Hongjoong smiled. "I like you, too, Wooyoung. Shower?"

Wooyoung nodded. They didn't go right away, or even in a couple of minutes; they kept kissing and holding each other and giving compliments. Wooyoung was immeasurably satisfied that his plan worked.

Chapter 3: Jjongi

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Bottom Jongho, top Mingi, sexual inexperience, first times

Gay chicken.

Jongho wasn't proud of it, but it was what was happening.

And he wasn't going to be the one to lose.

It started when Mingi went to kiss Jongho's cheek and Jongho accidentally turned, leading to both of them flustered and freaking out. It happened another time, though, still accidental, but they were more annoyed than panicked, and Mingi tried to fully kiss him because he was tired of Jongho moving. Jongho didn't let him.

After that, Mingi would get close to his face, puckering his lips for a kiss, and Jongho wouldn't react. Or, he'd act like he'd close the gap, then Mingi would be the one scrambling to get away. Increasingly, they would stare at each other, inches away, and wait to see what happened.

What always happened was they would pull away, but they began staring for longer and getting closer, neither wanting to be the one to chicken out first. They've lasted minutes at times.

One of the many downsides of this recurring event was the invasion of the thought of kissing Mingi.

It certainly didn't help that Jongho was as competitive as he was. He wasn't going to lose, he wasn't, but Mingi's eyes were always so inviting. They purposefully used bedroom eyes when they did this. Mingi started it, and the first time, Jongho's whole body heated up, but he gave Mingi an even deeper, more lustful gaze, which scared Mingi away.

Jongho has never kissed his members on the mouth. He wasn't entirely opposed to it, there's just never been a good reason for him to. He also didn't hate the thought of going further with any of them (he's inclined to some more than others), but, again, there wasn't a strong urge.

The urge was growing with Mingi. Enough to where sometimes Jongho would whisper "do it" during the game. It simply made Mingi laugh and lean in a few centimeters closer. Jongho, honestly, was trying very hard to make Mingi lose. He half-closed his eyes, kept his gaze on Mingi's lips, and oftentimes held his face. Mingi never did anything.

Eventually,

Jongho won.

He was talking himself out of kissing him when Mingi gave in and pecked his lips. Jongho jumped back, his fingers shooting to his mouth, still feeling him. Mingi laughed and apologized.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I had to." He chuckled. "We were playing for too long. I needed to end it."

Jongho's heart hammered against his ribcage. He smiled, though, feeling proud. "You lose." He boasted.

Mingi pushed Jongho's shoulder. "I was brave enough to do it, I think that counts for something."

Jongho simply glared at him and they went on their way.

Jongho could be brave too.

They stopped playing, so Jongho had to do it unprompted. He waited until they were in the car to go home, making sure to get a seat next to Mingi. He grabbed his face and kissed him. Mingi seemed thoroughly taken aback. Jongho was pleased.

It became a thing then. They would kiss, usually in private (or as private as they could get), short and sweet. Jongho couldn't tell if they were doing it because they actually wanted to kiss each other or if they did it because it was a joke now. He wasn't sure which was the better reason.

The first time they shared more than a peck, Jongho's heart skipped a beat. They had both leaned in with parted lips (for reasons Jongho didn't know), and they automatically slotted into each other. Jongho froze. Mingi sucked on his bottom lip before he broke away with a grin.

That was just the beginning.

Jongho loved it. He'd never say it out loud. He loved being close to Mingi and being able to touch him. To feel his plush lips and soft skin. To know that he liked to bite.

Soon, they were making out until their lips were vibrant pink and they were out of breath. Jongho would often sit in Mingi's lap.

That's what he was doing currently.

"Jongho," Mingi whispered. He also liked to talk, to breathe names and curses. Jongho hummed against him. "Fuck."

Jongho ran his hands through Mingi's hair and held his head. Mingi was fun to kiss because he just took what he was given. He'd slow down if Jongho did and wouldn't try to speed up without Jongho doing it first. He'd plant his hands in one spot, usually Jongho's thighs, while Jongho would feel up his arms and shoulders or hold his neck.

Jongho was doing so right now, and he moved to set his hand on Mingi's on his thigh. On the way, he brushed his crotch, which would've been fine if Mingi had not been hard. But Mingi was hard.

Jongho froze. He recovered in less than a second, but they both knew what just happened.

Jongho was flattered. Not very eager, but not disgusted. Doing anything below the waist was a big jump from making out.

"I'm sorry." Mingi whispered. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable"

Jongho stayed close as he replied. "It's okay. Don't worry about it."

Mingi pecked his lips, but waited for Jongho. Jongho got back into it, slotting their lips together and nipping at Mingi's bottom lip. He kept thinking about it.

Sex with Mingi was an interesting thought. The most Jongho has seen of him was underwear-only, and has glanced at his crotch, but never tried to discern his size. Jongho had an inclination that he was big. Though, he wasn't sure if that would even matter, if he wasn't bottom. Would he bottom?

Their kisses died down. Jongho slid off his lap and curled into his side. He returned to watching the TV, though he was still thinking about it.

"You can go if you need to." Jongho told him.

"No, no, I'm fine. Sorry. Do you want me to go?" Mingi asked.

"It's okay." Jongho repeated. "If you don't need to, then no. Stay."

He realized being neutral about/not expressly against his erection might lead Mingi to think he wanted to start something, but thankfully Mingi didn't push. Jongho appreciated that.

Sex with Mingi. Could Jongho top him? He's only ever been with women. Mingi was different. He was big. Would Jongho even be attracted to him in a sexual setting? He's not hard currently thinking about it. But getting a blowjob was a nice thought. Mingi had nice lips. And the way his eyes would look when he looked up…

Jongho was sexually attracted to him.

Maybe they could try sex. Maybe they could start with handjobs and blowjobs. Maybe they could dry hump.

Jongho didn't try anything in their next make out session, but the one after that. They were in Mingi's room, anyway, because everywhere else was occupied, so he decided to seize the moment.

"Mingi." Jongho whispered.

Mingi hummed. Jongho very slowly slid his hand down Mingi's chest, over his tummy, and hovered above his crotch. He didn't even know if he was hard right now because he hadn't touched or looked, but based on past experiences, it was safe to assume he was.

"I can help." He murmured.

Mingi paused. Jongho sat back, his chest tight but maintaining eye contact. He put effort into keeping his breathing under control.

"Do you want to?" Mingi asked. He took Jongho's hand and held it.

Jongho stared at him. "That's why I said it."

Mingi chuckled. "Okay. If you want to."

Jongho nodded. He kept his eyes on Mingi's face as he got his cock out of his pants. He was in his lap again. Mingi was right in front of him. Neither of them were moving.

"I just… never have with a man." Jongho told him.

"Have what?" Mingi questioned.

Jongho finally looked down. He gently wrapped his hand around Mingi's dick. He was right; he was big.

"This. Anything." Jongho answered. He gave a slow pump.

"We don't have to."

"I told you I want to."

Mingi breathed a laugh. He cupped Jongho's face and kissed him. The kisses were light and short; Jongho was focusing on his work.

"Have you?" Jongho asked.

"Been with a man?" Mingi clarified. Jongho hummed. "Just a few times. Foreplay stuff, mostly. I've never bottomed. Only topped once."

Jongho hummed again. His hand got a bit faster. He knew he should just jerk him off as if he's masturbating, but it felt different on another body. He couldn't tell what Mingi liked.

"This is good?" Jongho asked.

Mingi nodded. "Yeah. 'S good. You can go faster."

Jongho listened. Mingi sighed in satisfaction. Jongho pumped his cockhead, making him moan. Jongho's whole body ignited. Blood immediately rushed to his cock. He realized he had begun to hold his breath, maybe to stay quiet if Mingi made another sound, and he exhaled slowly.

Mingi made a few grunts after that, but they didn't do as much for Jongho. Jongho knew lube would help. He didn't want to stop this, though, so he gathered saliva in his mouth and leaned down to spit it on Mingi's cock.

"Fuck, Jongho." Mingi groaned.

Jongho watched him as he rubbed it in. Mingi's eyes were closed and his head was tilted back against the bed frame, giving Jongho a view of his neck and sharp jaw. Jongho planted his lips on his neck without a second thought. He sucked on him, then gave little kitten licks. Mingi wasn't weak by any means, yet Jongho felt the need to be gentle with him.

Mingi moaned again, but behind closed lips. Jongho sat up to say, "Don't be quiet."

"Don't be quiet?" Mingi asked. He glanced towards the door, and Jongho knew he was thinking about the others and if they could hear.

"It helps me." Jongho told him.

Mingi's gaze snapped to Jongho's face, then trailed down his body to rest on his crotch. Jongho was wearing loose shorts; he was obvious.

"Okay." Mingi whispered. "I can be louder if you use your mouth."

Jongho looked down at his work. He twisted his wrist as he stroked. Mingi's hips would buck when he focused on his head.

"I've never done that." He murmured.

"You don't have to." Mingi assured him.

Jongho stayed quiet. He pumped faster, eliciting small moans. Jongho widened his legs a fraction. Mingi set his hands on Jongho's thighs with his fingertips just inside his shorts. He inched a hand up. Jongho took it and set it on his dick. Mingi squeezed him over his clothes. Jongho took a deep breath before pulling out his cock.

Jongho paused as Mingi wrapped his hand around him. He was just a few centimeters shy of fully enveloping his dick. Electricity ran through him just at the sight. He bit his lip when Mingi rubbed the underside of his cockhead with his thumb.

"Cute." Mingi mumbled.

"Don't say that." Jongho said. His own hand took up only about two thirds of Mingi's dick.

Mingi chuckled. Jongho started up again, and so did Mingi. Mingi's breathing had quickened a bit, sometimes letting out tiny moans. Jongho had to stop himself from rocking into his hand.

"You can be loud, too." Mingi told him.

Jongho shook his head. "I never am."

Mingi hummed. They looked at each other. Mingi took the back of Jongho's neck and pulled him into a kiss. They were more passionate now, slow but deep. It was distracting; Jongho kept having to remind himself he was supposed to be doing something.

They were relaxed. Tender. It took a long while for either of them to get close to climax, but they didn't mind. They wanted it that way. Mingi eventually took the lead and replaced Jongho's hand with his own, touching himself like he needed.

Jongho watched. His hand was on himself, but as an afterthought. He studied the way Mingi furrowed his brow and pursed his lips and let out gasps. He came onto himself with a low groan. Jongho's gaze flicked between his blissed-out face and his throbbing cock.

After Mingi calmed down, he looked at Jongho and his dick. "Why'd you stop?" he asked.

Jongho blinked at him.

Mingi wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped fast. Jongho gasped. The fact that Mingi's hand had his own cum on it, and now it was on him, made him moan (to the best of his ability) for the first time since they've started. It was whiny.

"There you go, baby." Mingi murmured.

Jongho curled in on himself. He was close, too close—Mingi needed to keep doing exactly what he was doing.

"Don't stop." Jongho whispered.

Mingi listened. Cumming was a relief after however long they've been at it; Jongho sighed deeply and fully relaxed in Mingi's lap. Mingi's hand slowed, but Jongho had to push him away when he got oversensitive. The realization that he just came on Mingi's cock reignited the flame in his tummy.

"Good?" Mingi asked.

Jongho nodded. He looked up from their dicks. "You?"

Mingi smiled. "Yeah. Get up. I'll get a towel."

Jongho slipped off of him. Mingi conjured a towel and wiped Jongho off before himself. Jongho, miraculously, didn't get anything on his shorts, but Mingi had to change his shirt and pants. Jongho watched as he did.

The time after that was another handjob session, this one more desperate. They left the room with hickeys and raw lips. 

Next time, this time, was different.

Jongho was in bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. There was a knock at his door. He called out for whoever to come in, and Mingi stepped into his room.

"Yeah?" Jongho asked, turning his phone to try to get some light on him.

Mingi shuffled to the bed and sat next to Jongho. "Are you asleep?" he asked.

In the darkness, Jongho stared at him.

"Okay. Can you, uh… help me?" Mingi asked. Then, quieter, "Help me get off?"

Jongho perked up. He sat up to match Mingi. It was dark, light enough to see shapes but not to discern features. "Sure." He answered.

"Do you wanna try blowing me? You don't have to. I was just thinking about it." Mingi said.

Jongho's heart fluttered. "Thinking about it?"

"Yeah. Well, I was, you know… and thinking about it."

"You chose me." Jongho said, mostly to himself. He felt good. Usually, they start with kissing and see what happens from there; this felt premeditated and lustful for him specifically.

"Well, you're kind of my only option. I haven't been with anyone else." Mingi told him. "But, I mean, yeah, I chose you. I could've stayed alone. But I wanted you."

Jongho paused. "You haven't been with any of the others?"

"No. Why, have you?"

Jongho shook his head. "No. I just… I don't know. You seemed like you knew what you were doing when we… started all this. Like you've done this before."

Mingi took a second before replying. "Probably just because I've been with guys."

Jongho nodded. He shifted closer so their knees were touching. Mingi's hand started at Jongho's knee, found his arm, and followed it up to his head. He pulled Jongho into a kiss.

"Still haven't done this before." Jongho said against him.

"'S okay. It helps to think about what others have done to you. What you think feels good." Mingi told him. He took Jongho's hand and set it on his thigh.

Jongho snaked up to his crotch. He palmed him, then poked his fingers into his waistband. Mingi pushed his clothes down and shuffled out of them. He sat against the headboard.

They haven't been naked like this before. Jongho wanted to see.

"Can I turn on the light?" he asked.

Mingi told him yes, and Jongho reached over to turn on his bedside lamp. He knelt between Mingi's legs, running his hands up his thighs. He was nervous and didn't like that fact.

"You don't have to." Mingi told him.

"I know." Jongho said. He took Mingi's cock in his hand. "I want to."

Mingi touched Jongho's chin, guiding him into a kiss. Jongho then leaned down and pressed his lips to Mingi's tip. He sank onto his cockhead, then a few centimeters lower. It felt weird.

"Do you watch porn?"

Jongho sat up. After a second, he told him yes.

"You know how they bob their head and stroke at the same time? That feels good. Especially if you can't use your mouth on the whole thing."

Jongho scoffed. He felt a bit defensive, feeling like Mingi was patronizing him. "Are you calling yourself big?"

"Am I not?"

He was right, Jongho just didn't like his attitude. "Whatever. What if I can deepthroat? You don't know that."

"Can you?" Mingi questioned, his eyebrows raised high.

Jongho didn't know. Without a second thought, he took Mingi's cock into his mouth as far as he could. He went slow, both nervous about it and not wanting to teeth at him, but still pushed himself to go deeper. Jongho gagged and shot back up with a few inches left.

"Hey, baby, baby—don't hurt yourself. You don't need to do that. I don't need you to do that." Mingi said, reaching to cup Jongho's face.

Jongho's skin prickled with embarrassment. He avoided eye contact, breathing deeply. Mingi kissed his forehead.

"You don't need to do that. I'll like whatever you do." Mingi told him.

Jongho nodded. He leaned down again, and Mingi sat back against the headboard. Jongho did what he was told, bobbing his head on half of him with his hand on the other half. Mingi pet his hair.

It still felt weird. He wasn't used to his mouth being this full. He liked pleasing Mingi, though, and his hand in his hair. He liked Mingi's little grunts.

"You're doing well." Mingi told him.

For reasons unknown, Jongho arched his back and took him deeper. He pushed himself again, but not enough to gag. This was harder than he thought it'd be. He tried to listen to Mingi, to figure out what he liked. Based on his breathing, he liked when Jongho took him deep and when he sucked on his head. Once, he jerked off his cockhead, slick with precum, and Mingi moaned outright. Jongho didn't do that too often, though, because it seemed to do a lot for Mingi, and he didn't want to get him close too early.

He ended up doing a good enough job, though, and Mingi jerked himself off in a few seconds after warning Jongho to move. Jongho's erection had softened due to time and inactivity, but he began to chub up again at Mingi's show. He waited for Mingi to calm down.

"Fuck. Okay. What do you want? I can blow you." Mingi said.

Jongho heated up. That was a nice thought, the image has been in his mind many times, but he needed something quicker. He wanted it now.

"You can just use your hand." Jongho replied.

"Okay. Come here." Mingi said, urging Jongho into his lap, which seemed to be his natural state at this point; in Mingi's lap, and, increasingly, half naked.

Jongho pulled himself out of his clothes. Mingi wrapped his hand around him. Jongho's eyes were glued to Mingi's cock, glistening with cum and resting against his waist. It was still extremely hot that Mingi was using his cum as lube.

"I've been told I'm good at it, though, if you ever want it." Mingi said.

Jongho chuckled. His eyes dragged up Mingi's body and stopped at his lips. Mingi wet his bottom lip, most definitely on purpose. Jongho reached his eyes. He circled his hand around Mingi's wrist and said, "I want it fast."

Mingi's jaw dropped dumbly and he nodded. He stroked faster, making Jongho bite his lip. He closed his eyes and dropped his head.

"Take your shirt off." Mingi said. Then, "Please."

After a moment, Jongho did. Mingi ran his free hand up Jongho's waist and to his chest, where he thumbed at his nipple. Jongho jerked, curling in on himself.

"Sorry. Don't like it?" Mingi asked.

Jongho set his hand on Mingi's, keeping him close. "No, no, it's… it's okay. Just be gentle."

"Always." Mingi murmured.

Jongho refrained from pointing out how he was stroking his cock. For the first time, Jongho had to stop himself from making noises. For the most part, he knew he was sensitive in general, but the women he's been with have never touched him here, so he didn't know he'd react like this.

Thankfully, Jongho got his wish of cumming quickly. He sighed deeply afterwards, leaning on his hands with his head between his shoulders. Mingi was oddly good at handjobs.

"Jongho." Mingi started. "What else do you want to do?"

Jongho raised his heavy head. "Nothing."

"Not tonight. I meant in general. Unless that's your answer to that, too."

Jongho paused. "What do you mean?"

Mingi glanced around, looking nervous for the first time in a while. "Like… are we gonna have sex?"

Jongho sat up. That was a good question. He's thought about it, but never too deeply, because he didn't know who would top. He figured himself topping would make him more comfortable, but considering Mingi's size, it might be better for him to bottom.

"I've been thinking about fingering you." Mingi blurted.

Jongho's eyes widened a millimeter. "You've been thinking about a lot of things." He commented.

Mingi laughed. His smile faded, though, and he squeezed Jongho's hips. "Is that something you'd want, though? Fingering? Or sex, maybe?"

Jongho didn't know why Mingi was so cautious and uncertain about this. He just had his dick in his mouth.

"Yeah. That sounds fine. I'm bottom?" Jongho asked.

"I'd like it that way. We can probably try the other way at some point."

"Okay. I've just never done anything… with that." Jongho told him.

"Okay. Do you know how to clean yourself?"

Jongho's face heated bright red.

"I'll take that as a no. You can search up how to do it. You'll have to buy something, but if you want, I can get it. Since, you know, this was my idea." Mingi said.

Jongho nodded once. He muttered a small "okay."

"Personally, I think you should try it alone to see if you even like it. Fingering. Or using toys, if you have them." Mingi suggested.

Jongho nodded again, his blush coming back. He owned exactly zero toys, but stayed quiet and crawled off of Mingi, awkwardly trying to keep things clean as he moved. He found a towel and they wiped off.

"Can I sleep here?" Mingi asked.

"Yeah." Jongho said, like it was obvious, because it was.

Jongho turned off the light. They settled down, Jongho immediately being clutched tightly. He fell asleep quickly.

Jongho never did get around to exploring himself. Mingi had bought him a douche kit, but there wasn't much time in his schedule. He needed to plan ahead for his and Mingi's session, too, which they usually didn't need to do, so it's been pushed back.

They were able to set a time, though. When the day came, there was obvious sexual tension that both of them tried to ignore. Jongho wasn't sure if the others could tell. He guarantees they've seen them kissing, and they haven't said anything about it, but he didn't know how any of them felt about being sexual with each other. Jongho didn't even know anybody's sexuality. (Including Mingi's. He's never asked.)

(Honestly, Jongho didn’t know his own sexuality at this point, either.)

During Jongho's shower, he cleaned thoroughly. He even rubbed cologne behind his ears, wanting to be as presentable as possible when someone sees his asshole for the first time. He debated on shaving. He usually does around his cock, but hasn't had a reason to do his ass. He decided against it and hoped Mingi wouldn't mind.

They met in Mingi's room.

"Ready?" Mingi asked, leading them to his bed and sitting them down. "Don't be nervous."

"You said you've never bottomed." Jongho reminded him. He was acting like he knew how it'd feel.

"Yeah, but, I've done this before. I know how to do it." Mingi assured him.

Jongho hummed. That made him feel a bit better. Mingi kissed his pout away. Jongho was once again pulled into his lap. Their kisses heated up quickly, biting and sucking and licking. Jongho had his hands up Mingi's shirt.

"How do you want it?" Mingi asked.

Jongho's chest tightened. He wanted it, he's been thinking about it all day, but was still nervous. "What do you mean?"

"On your back, on your hands and knees, like this?"

"Oh." Jongho mumbled. In his fantasies, he was on his back. So he answered with that.

Mingi palmed Jongho's bulge. He wasn't entirely hard yet. "Did you do it by yourself?"

Jongho shook his head. "No time." He muttered, rocking into Mingi's hand.

"I'll go slow." Mingi told him. He pecked his lips.

Jongho deepened the kiss. He slid his hands further up, and Mingi took off his shirt. He felt up his chest and biceps, gaze soaked with lust. He realized too late that Mingi was watching him.

Mingi pushed Jongho to his back. Jongho gasped, but it was swallowed up in a kiss. Mingi shoved his shirt up and off. He kissed down to Jongho's chest. Jongho yelped and arched into him when he reached his nipple.

"Now?" Mingi asked, breathless.

Jongho nodded quickly. Mingi pulled off the rest of Jongho's clothes, kissing around his tummy. He pressed a few kisses to Jongho's cock. Jongho gasped, cursing. His dick twitched.

"Legs up. You'll need to keep them pretty far back." Mingi told him. He rummaged through his bedside table and got a bottle of lube.

Jongho bent his legs, but kept his feet on the bed.  His heart was racing.

Mingi noticed his hesitation. "We don't have to."

"I want to." Jongho said. "Just…"

Mingi understood. He guided Jongho's knees back, keeping eye contact. Jongho closed his eyes and tried to calm down. He held his legs back when Mingi let go of him. Mingi touched a finger to his hole, cold with lube. Jongho flinched.

"Relax, baby." Mingi said. "Or—try, please."

Jongho took deep breaths. Mingi rubbed him before easing in a finger. Jongho's brow furrowed. It felt immeasurably weirder than giving a blowjob.

"Just tell me if you don't like it. We don't have to do this." Mingi told him.

"Shut up, Mingi. I know." Jongho said.

Mingi grumbled to himself. Jongho ignored him. Mingi pushed further in, then began to thrust, only a few centimeters.

"You're cute, by the way." Mingi murmured.

"Shut up, Mingi."

Mingi grumbled again. Jongho felt warm from the compliment, though. Mingi went deeper, and soon he was thrusting his whole finger. It sort of felt like nothing, except when Mingi brushed against his prostate. But Mingi had to actually hit it for Jongho to know what it felt like.

"You're okay?" Mingi asked. Jongho hummed. "Ready for more?"

Jongho nodded. Mingi kept his middle finger in and touched Jongho's rim with his ring finger. In millimeters, he pushed it in. Jongho focused on relaxing, but with this being an entirely new sensation, he wasn't doing a very good job. Mingi got his finger in, but Jongho knew he was tight.

"Would it be better if we talked?" Mingi asked. Both fingers bottomed out.

"I don't know." Jongho mumbled. He covered his face with his arms. "I think… I think just try to find… you know."

"Okay. Yeah. I was going to. I just wanted to stretch you a bit." Mingi assured him.

Jongho blushed at his words. Mingi did whatever he needed to do (Jongho had no idea where specifically it was), and soon, a bolt of pleasure shot through him. Jongho gasped, his legs wavering. Mingi kept his touches there.

"I've been told it's pretty intense, so just tell me if—"

Jongho moaned when Mingi pressed harder. He slapped both hands over his mouth, taking deep breaths. He didn't know he could make that kind of sound.

Mingi froze. He then thrusted harder and faster, angling towards Jongho's prostate. Jongho moaned behind his hands. Mingi inevitably readjusted his hand and strayed from Jongho's prostate, but it still felt good. Jongho squeezed his thighs together.

Mingi gently spread his legs. "You're doing well. Thank you for letting me do this. I'm grateful you trust me."

Jongho took another deep breath, refraining from telling Mingi to shut up a third time. He wasn't about to have a conversation about their feelings with fingers up his ass. Mingi accepted Jongho's silence. He picked the pace back up, angling around until Jongho's back arched and he groaned. He didn't like how noisy he was being. He tried to stop it, pursing his lips and furrowing his brow in concentration and even holding his breath, but that just made him gasp loudly when he needed to breathe and pull his hands away from his mouth to get enough air. He settled for small, continuous whines.

Jongho felt the bed shift, and then Mingi's voice was closer. "Please don't hide." Mingi whispered.

Jongho vehemently shook his head.

Mingi placed kisses around his hands. He kissed his fingertips, his knuckles, the backs of his palms. Jongho gave in and grabbed Mingi's face to smush their lips together. He mewled into his mouth, panting when they separated.

Mingi started to jerk him off. Jongho grunted, his legs closing and his thighs squeezing Mingi's wrist. Jongho didn't like how quickly he got close to orgasm.

"Fuck, baby," Mingi breathed. He spread him open again, still gentle.

Jongho kept one hand to hide behind and used the other to swat Mingi's hand away and touch himself. He stroked fast, getting himself even closer. Mingi fucked hard. Jongho came with a loud groan, his back arching off the bed and his eyes rolling back in his head. He came down slowly, and Mingi removed his fingers when Jongho stopped moving.

"God." Mingi whispered. "You… fuck, Jongho."

Jongho took even more deep breaths to calm himself down. He set his legs down and kept his eyes closed. His skin was still tingling.

"They heard." Jongho croaked. No one had come busting down their door to yell at them, but he knew he was loud enough.

"They're probably asleep. Don't worry about it." Mingi told him.

"Then I woke them up."

"Listen to me. It's okay. Don't worry about it." Mingi commanded. "We'll stick together if anybody says anything, yeah?"

Jongho sighed and nodded. He opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows. He glanced around to avoid eye contact, and noticed something.

"When did you get naked?" he asked, seeing Mingi's pants were down.

"Oh. A while ago. I was… yeah." Mingi answered.

He was hard, tip obviously wet with precum. Jongho smirked. He opened his legs and set his feet on either side of Mingi to get a better look. Mingi's gaze tumbled down Jongho's body and landed on his cock. He noticeably gulped.

"Can I cum on you?" Mingi whispered.

"You're just now asking?" Jongho questioned. They've basically only cum on each other.

Mingi's hand started on himself, slowly, seemingly waiting for an answer. Jongho gestured for him to get going. Mingi came quickly. Jongho kept his eyes on his face, cock stirring at the show. Heat surged through him when Mingi's load landed on him.

"Okay. Shit. Stay there." Mingi said, breathless. 

He got off the bed and came back with a towel. He helped Jongho clean up before doing so himself. They sat and looked at each other. Or, Mingi looked at him; Jongho was too shy.

"Can I fuck you?"

Jongho could feel his entire face bloom red.

"Not right now. Unless you want to. But sometime. Please?"

"Don't beg." Jongho laughed awkwardly. He managed to meet Mingi's eye and said, "Yeah, Mingi. Sometime."

Mingi sighed in relief. Jongho rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Good. You're just… fuck. Fuck, Jongho." Mingi said, grabbing Jongho's face to kiss him and whisper out another, "Fuck."

Jongho smiled out of embarrassment. "Shut up," he said, pushing Mingi away. He kissed him one more time before sitting back.

Mingi asked if he wanted to sleep, and Jongho told him he did. They changed into pajamas, turned off the light, and settled down. Jongho was guided into the little spoon position. Mingi held him almost too tight and buried his face in his neck.

"I love you." Mingi mumbled.

Jongho's heart fluttered. They've said this hundreds of times before, but this time was different. Jongho found Mingi's hand and squeezed it. "I love you too." He said.

Chapter 4: Yungi

Notes:

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Dom top Yunho, sub bottom Mingi, Mingi gets turned on when he's scared, mentions of rape (just the concept, nothing happens/happened), first date, eventual smut, spit as lube (for a handjob), kink negotiation and exploration, cum eating, 'sir' and 'master,' degradation, praise, begging, biting, mentions of cheating (also nothing happens/happened), overstimulation

Yunho had a date. With a nice man, finally. One that didn't want to hook up, ghost him, then occasionally text him asking for sex. No, Yunho was done with men like that. He knows his worth.

And since Yunho has learned his lesson, he texted his date before they met if he was looking to fuck. To get it out of the way. Mingi (Yunho liked his name, he thought it was cute) was very against the idea, which Yunho took as a good sign. They also haven't even hinted about sex since they started talking (until Yunho's question).

It's been a few weeks now, and Yunho liked him enough to ask for a date. They're going to watch a movie in Yunho's apartment. Yunho knew this was more intimate than other options, like dinner or even a movie in the theater, but he wanted to be alone with him. To test him out.

When the night came, Yunho wanted to look his best. He didn't dress up too much since they were staying in, but still put together a good outfit. He made sure both him and his apartment smelled good and put his most comfortable blankets and pillows on the couch. Mingi was nice, he wanted him to stick around.

Yunho bit back his nerves as he opened the door for Mingi. "Hey! Make it safe?"

"I'm here!" Mingi replied with a smile.

Yunho laughed. "Yeah, I guess that was a given. Come in, I have food and drinks and stuff if you're hungry."

Yunho closed the door behind him and watched Mingi look around. Yunho hoped he wasn't judging too hard. Mingi's eyes were sparkling, though, like he was excited.

"Okay, yeah, that sounds fine." Mingi said. He was still looking around, his hands wringing together.

Maybe he was as nervous as Yunho was. That made him feel a little better. Yunho got a few cans of soda from his fridge and set them on the coffee table in the living room. He also brought out a bowl of popcorn. He didn't know what Mingi liked, but figured these were a safe bet, especially with watching a movie.

Mingi hadn't moved from his spot.

"You can sit down." Yunho laughed.

Mingi nodded like he'd forgotten. He slipped off his shoes and jacket, then panicked looking around for a spot to put it, and Yunho took it from him to set it on a chair. Mingi was cute.

They sat on the couch, not touching but close enough to know that this was a date, not just a friend thing. Yunho was already thinking of subtly shifting every so often until their knees touched.

"This is fine, right? You said you liked scary movies, yeah?" Yunho asked. His TV already had the movie pulled up.

"Yeah, totally fine." Mingi answered. He still looked nervous. Maybe he actually didn't like scary movies, and was planning on doing the whole cliché jumping-into-Yunho's-arms thing. Yunho wouldn't mind.

"If you say so." Yunho teased. It was already dark out, and without the lights it'd be pitch black, so Yunho kept a lamp on. For the ambiance.

Yunho started the movie. He's already seen it. He liked it, so he wanted Mingi to like it, and will be frequently checking his reactions. Mingi was already absorbed in the movie even though the credits were still playing.

Yunho knew he shouldn't like Mingi this much this early, but there was something about him. Something soft, something kind, something Yunho wanted to explore and dive into. To just know. To know Mingi and be close to him.

Yunho stifled a laugh every time Mingi flinched at a jumpscare. Mingi would complain and rationalize it by saying it was just the loud noise, and Yunho thought it was cute and amusing. Mingi also commented quite a bit, and normally Yunho wouldn't have liked that, but since he's already seen the movie he didn't care.

Once, when Yunho was gauging Mingi's reaction, he looked him up and down to take in his outfit (Yunho liked it, it was a simple white shirt and fitted sweatpants, but he looked good) and stumbled on something that made his heart drop.

Mingi was hard.

Yunho spoke without thinking. "You're seriously hard right now? I just told you I'm not looking for that."

Mingi whipped around to him, eyes wide. He looked down as if he was just now noticing and covered himself with his hands.

"No, no, I'm sorry, I don't want that either, I promise." He rushed. "I wasn't thinking about you."

Yunho scoffed.

"No! Wait, no, I meant—um, it's… it's the movie." Mingi told him, avoiding eye contact.

Yunho stared at him, jaw dropped.

"I get… um… when—when I'm scared. I'm sorry." Mingi continued. He looked thoroughly ashamed, which Yunho wasn't ready for. Mingi shifted, pinching his pants away from his crotch, one hand always covering himself.

"I'm sorry. Really, Yunho. I swear this wasn't some plan. I really don't want anything." Mingi told him. He glanced at him a few times, but was mostly too embarrassed to make eye contact.

His words were repeating in Yunho's brain. Turned on by scary movies? Turned on by being afraid?

"Why'd you let us watch a scary movie then?" Yunho questioned. Not planned, Mingi said. Sure.

"I didn't think it would be this bad! Plus you said you wanted to show me it. I couldn't just say no." Mingi said.

Yunho paused the movie. He needed to fully understand what was happening. They sat in silence. Mingi fiddled with his fingers and kept shifting.

Mingi grabbed one of the throw pillows and placed it on his crotch. He then put it back. "Sorry. That's yours. I don't want to… sorry."

Yunho had comprehended the situation by now, but still didn't like it. He couldn't imagine this not being Mingi's plan. Mingi knew this about himself, he shouldn't have let them watch a horror movie. Especially when Yunho was vocal about not wanting anything sexual, and if Mingi himself didn't want that either (if he was telling the truth). Though, Yunho would've been slightly put off if Mingi had rejected watching one of his favorite movies. Still, Mingi could've said he didn't like horror. He could've suggested one of his favorites, and Yunho would've happily watched it.

Yunho knew he had to say something. Mingi looked like he was about to cry.

"Okay. Whatever. You do you. But I don't like that you let us watch a scary movie. Turning me down would've been better than this." Yunho told him.

Mingi's mouth opened and closed a few times, his hands gesturing illogically. Yunho let him suffer in his awkwardness.

"You're right, Yunho, I know, but I really wanted to make you happy, and you seemed so excited about watching this with me. I didn't want to disappoint you." Mingi eventually said.

People pleaser. Could be a bad thing if taken too far. But at least he was thoughtful. Yunho looked him over again, and Mingi looked as uncomfortable as possible. Yunho, for whatever reason, felt bad. It seemed like Mingi didn't like this fact about himself. Yunho was kind of curious.

"Is it a fetish?" Yunho blurted.

Mingi's eyes widened and he looked at him for the first time in a while. "No, uh… no. I don't need it. It's just, you know… a kink. And it's not, like, the imagery. Like ghosts or gore or shit—gross—it's the feeling. I think my brain mixes up the signals."

"Huh." Yunho uttered. Interesting. He was glad Mingi clarified the imagery part. He was a bit worried about that.

"Yeah… um, I can go. I'll go." Mingi said. He started getting up.

Yunho figured that was for the best. He was disappointed. Disappointed in himself for thinking things would be different, disappointed in Mingi, and disappointed they didn't finish the movie.

"I'll text you." Yunho said when Mingi was stepping out. He didn't know why he did. Mingi didn't deserve reassurance.

But Yunho's heart fluttered when Mingi looked at him with big, hopeful eyes.

"Okay. I'll answer." Mingi said with a smile. "I'm sorry. Please have a good night."

Yunho chuckled. "Goodnight," he said, waving Mingi away and closing the door.

Yunho took a deep breath. He cleaned up the drinks and snacks and turned off the TV. The disappointment weighed him down, and he ended up going to bed early. Because of that, he forgot to text Mingi.

Yunho texted him when he woke up and didn't feel bad about it. He didn't say when he'd text. Mingi deserved to be left hanging for a while.

Yunho couldn't punish him forever. He still liked Mingi. And Mingi was acting extra nice; he's even offered to send Yunho money for food. Yunho never took him up on it, though; he'd feel like he was using him. If Mingi was going to buy him something, it should be in person.

So, Yunho asked for a dinner date. Yunho could feel Mingi's eagerness through the phone. It went well, nothing sexual came up and nothing scary happened to turn Mingi on. Yunho had given him a goodnight kiss on the cheek, and Mingi's eyes shone with delight. He kissed Yunho, too, on the cheek, pressing too hard with excitement. Yunho thought it was adorable.

Yunho thought about Mingi's kink a lot. He wondered how it came to be and how Mingi took care of it. Surely he didn't masturbate to horror movies, but Yunho didn't know. What about with another person? How could somebody scare him in bed? Maybe Yunho could just ask. They've gotten closer: have had a few late-night conversations. But Yunho didn't want to be easy anymore. They've only had two dates. He wanted at least two good ones (their first didn't count) before going any further.

Thankfully, Mingi waited for him. Their third date was walking and shopping around downtown. They held hands. Mingi got cuter each minute. A lot of the time, Yunho was able to forget what happened on their first date. It always came back to him, but more often it was with curiosity instead of the usual disappointment.

Yunho's curiosity peaked one day and he asked Mingi for a fourth date to finish the movie. Yunho watched the typing bubble appear and disappear at least three times, then Mingi agreed. He wasn't as enthusiastic as the other times, but agreed nonetheless.

Yunho set everything up in a similar way as the first time, besides the snacks because he knew they would be ignored. He was nervous. He couldn't be completely sure Mingi wanted to go further at all unless he asked, but Yunho had a plan. Of course, it would be okay if he was rejected, but he sincerely hoped he wouldn't be.

Yunho was able to hide his nerves, but Mingi wasn't.

He shuffled out of his shoes and jacket and said, "Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want you to just make fun of me."

Yunho's eyes widened. He hadn't even thought of that. "No, Mingi, I won't. I just want to finish the movie. Don't you wanna know the ending?"

Mingi chuckled. "I guess."

Yunho led him to the couch. They sat a lot closer this time. Mingi was sitting normally while Yunho had his knees pulled up and pressed to Mingi's thigh, almost in his lap. Yunho leaned on his elbow on the back of the couch, their heads close. Mingi was frozen besides his fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Yunho started the movie roughly where they left off. Soon, Mingi was asking to use a pillow. That didn't go very well with Yunho's plan, but he didn't have a reason to deny him. Mingi set a pillow in his lap and sat unmoving again. Yunho wondered if anxiety had the same effect on him.

"Mingi." Yunho started.

"Yeah?" Mingi replied, jumping a little.

Yunho smirked. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure." Mingi breathed.

"How do you deal with it?" Yunho asked. "What makes you scared?"

Mingi swallowed thickly. He clutched the pillow and shifted in his seat. "Oh, uh… it's easier with another person. If I want it when I'm alone, um, I usually watch or think of something scary. After I get the feeling, I watch normal stuff."

Yunho hummed. He was genuinely interested. He doesn't have many kinks himself, but has also never really explored. Yunho bets there's weirder things to be turned on by.

"Easier with someone else? How?" Yunho asked.

"Um, like… there's things I don't like in bed. And if they act like they're gonna do it or threaten me with it, then… yeah." Mingi answered.

Yunho hummed again, taking it in. Mingi hasn't looked at him once since this conversation started. Yunho was intrigued. He wasn't sure if he could do this for Mingi, but wanted to try. To help Mingi and to help himself explore.

"What don't you like?" Yunho asked. He set his hand on the pillow.

"Yunho…" Mingi tried, fingers ghosting over Yunho's.

Yunho grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers together. "Yeah? I'm just curious."

Mingi shifted. "Um… I don't like choking. Being left alone tied up. Being filmed. Knives. Hitting and slapping and things like that. Rape fantasies. Just the dom being mean in general. Um… there's probably more I can't think of right now."

Yunho was a bit worried he knew those from experience, but didn't ask.

"Are you making fun of me?"

Yunho's chest tightened. He really didn't want Mingi to think that. "No, no, I'm not, I promise. I'm just curious. I know about some kinks, some dom/sub stuff, but haven't really explored. So I'm curious."

"Oh." Mingi breathed. "I mean… do you want to explore?"

Yunho shrugged. "I'm not really dying to explore. But, Mingi…" He trailed off.

"Yeah?" Mingi answered.

They still haven't looked at each other, which Yunho was fine with for now. He was pushing through, but also shy himself.

"I want to help you." Yunho said.

Mingi's fidgeting stopped. "Help?"

"Mhmm." Yunho hummed. He untangled his hand from Mingi's and slowly took away the pillow. Mingi was still hard, thankfully. Yunho hovered his hand over him. "Do you want me to help?"

"Uh… yeah, yeah." Mingi said, breathless.

Before that, they had to kiss. Properly kiss. They haven't done that yet. Yunho touched Mingi's face, making him turn. He kissed him, pushing their lips together and sucking on Mingi's bottom lip. He shuffled to be more in front of him, straddling one of Mingi's thighs.

Mingi cupped Yunho's face and pulled away. "Are you sure you want to?"

"Yes, baby. Do you not want to?" Yunho asked.

"I do!"

Yunho smirked. He pecked his lips. "But I don't think I want to get into any kink right now. I think we need to trust each other a little more."

Mingi nodded. "Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. Exactly. Thank you."

Yunho chuckled. He kissed him again. He wasn't used to being in someone's lap, considering his height and build, but liked it. He liked seeing Mingi flustered underneath him.

"You'd probably need to trust me to actually not do the things that scare you. And I need to trust myself to be confident in what you do like." Yunho said. "But I still want to do this for you. We'll get there."

"Okay. That sounds really nice. Thank you." Mingi said.

Yunho smiled. "You don't need to thank me." He said, and kissed down Mingi's jaw to his neck.

He heard Mingi's breath hitch. Mingi took a second before saying, "It's just that I've never had somebody that wanted to do this with me. Though I've never really told anybody about it because I know it's weird."

Yunho sucked on his neck. "There are weirder things. Can I jerk you off?"

"Yeah, yeah. Yes. Yes." Mingi stammered.

Yunho smirked. He palmed Mingi through his clothes for a moment, then pulled the waistbands away. Mingi pushed his pants and underwear down. Yunho wrapped his hand around him, pleasantly surprised at his size. He's never been too enthusiastic about bottoming, but wouldn't mind doing it for Mingi. That is, if Mingi topped. It didn't seem like he did, now that Yunho was thinking about it. Maybe they could try it out at some point.

"Yunho," Mingi breathed.

"Yeah, baby?" Yunho replied. His lips were brushing against Mingi's ear.

"Fuck." Mingi cursed.

Yunho smiled.

"God. Hold on. Can you turn the movie off?" Mingi asked.

Yunho had tuned it out, but now that his attention was brought to it, he realized he was jerking Mingi off to some girl's screams. He quickly found the remote and shut the TV off. He gave Mingi an apology kiss, then got his hand back on him. Yunho wondered if they would ever finish this movie.

"Thank you." Mingi murmured.

Yunho hummed. He kissed deeper, his free hand on the crook of his neck. Mingi set a large, warm hand on Yunho's thigh. Yunho stroked faster. Mingi let out a quiet moan. Yunho couldn't help but grin, and he pumped his cockhead fast. Mingi's breath was shaky.

Yunho wanted lube. But he didn't want to leave. So he removed his hand, spat in it, and rubbed it into him.

"Fuck, Yunho. Fuck." Mingi groaned.

Yunho chuckled. "You're cute."

Mingi squeezed his eyes shut. His fingers twitched on Yunho's thigh, inching towards his crotch. Yunho didn't really want anything at this moment, he was focused on Mingi, so didn't say anything.

"Can I help you too? Please?" Mingi asked, voice small.

"You don't need to beg." Yunho laughed. He thought it was adorable, but didn't want Mingi to think that was the only way Yunho would do something for him.

"No, um… I like to." Mingi said. "Unless you don't like it."

Yunho hummed in thought. He pecked Mingi's cheek before kissing him again. Mingi almost didn't let him leave to answer. "Okay, baby. But I'll never deny you."

Mingi nodded and exhaled deeply. "I like names like that." He mumbled.

Yunho smiled. Sometimes he questioned how Mingi wasn't in a relationship yet. "You can call me names too. Please?" he teased.

Mingi's eyes widened. Yunho kissed him, trying not to smile too wide. Mingi moaned into his mouth when he stroked faster. They were quiet for a moment, just breathing and small moans.

"I really wanna blow you." Mingi told him.

"Yeah?" Yunho asked. Mingi nodded. "After you. Is that okay?"

Mingi nodded again, enthusiastic. "Yeah, no problem. I think, though, I'll probably have to… uh, finish myself."

"Okay. Just tell me when." Yunho said. He replenished the lube and watched Mingi's head fall back and listened to him let out a low groan when he stroked him with his spit. Yunho dove to his exposed neck to lick and suck.

"Now." Mingi whispered, pushing Yunho's hand away.

Yunho grinned and bit his lip. That was fast. He sat back and watched, glancing between Mingi's face and his cock. When he came, Yunho kept his eyes on his face to see his jaw drop and his brow furrow and moans slip past his lips, then looked at his cock to watch his load spurt onto his stomach. Mingi had had the mind to push his shirt up, and Yunho got to see his soft tummy. He touched Mingi's tip, getting his finger wet with his cum and making Mingi jerk, then brought it to his mouth to taste. They made eye contact. Mingi cursed again and dropped his head to the couch.

"God, Yunho. Baby. Shit." Mingi muttered, looking and sounding fucked-out.

Yunho giggled. He's always liked seeing his effect on people, and Mingi was especially reactive. It made his heart flutter and his skin tingle. He swiped a finger through a line of Mingi's cum on his stomach and licked it off. Mingi watched him, jaw dropped and eyes dripping with lust.

"Stay there." Yunho said. He got off the couch and walked to the kitchen, getting a few napkins. He gave them to Mingi.

Once Mingi had cleaned up, redressed, and the napkins were set aside, he said, "Okay. Lay down, please."

Yunho grinned and laid with his head on the armrest. He pushed his clothes down enough to get his cock out. His couch wasn't very big, leading to Mingi perching himself half off of it, but he was able to lean down and lick at Yunho's cockhead. Yunho sighed in relief.

"You're really pretty." Mingi told him, wrapping his hand around his dick and kissing his tip.

"Thank you." Yunho said with a shy laugh. He hesitantly carded his fingers through Mingi's hair.

Mingi took him all the way in. Yunho gasped quietly, his brow knitting together. He hasn't gotten blown in a long time (a long time) and was almost oversensitive now. Yunho accidentally gripped Mingi's hair when sucked hard on his cockhead.

"Sorry, sorry." Yunho breathed, petting Mingi's hair like that would undo his roughness.

Mingi briefly squeezed Yunho's wrist. "It's okay. Just don't move me."

"Of course." Yunho said.

Mingi stroked him fast. Yunho grunted trying to hold back a moan. Mingi deepthroated him, and when he came back up, there was a string of spit connecting them. He then dropped a dollop of saliva on him and rubbed it in.

"Fuck," Yunho breathed. Mingi took him in again, and he had to stop himself from rolling his hips into him.

"Can you say my name? I like that." Mingi told him.

Yunho bit his lip. He thought it was amusing how vocal Mingi was when he was so shy just a little bit ago. Yunho decided to tease him, having liked his reaction last time.

"Try a little harder, okay?" Yunho said.

Mingi looked at him with wide, pleading eyes. He got back on him, more passionate than before. Yunho moaned openly.

"God, Mingi… so good for me, aren't you? Good boy." Yunho said.

Mingi whined on him. Yunho smiled, heart fluttering. He never really considered himself a dom, but if Mingi acted like this, he wouldn't mind it at all. He'd need to be a lot more dominating when they get into Mingi's kink, anyway. Yunho was going to do some research to find out how to be a good dom.

Yunho ended up cumming just as quickly as Mingi did. Mingi wasn't as enthusiastic about eating his cum as Yunho had been, but that was okay. He directed Mingi to get more napkins, then cleaned up. Mingi waited for him, sitting on his calves with his hands between his thighs. Yunho chuckled and pecked his lips once he was dressed.

"Do I go now?" Mingi asked quietly.

"No, baby, of course not. I was thinking we could finally finish the movie." Yunho said. "Do you want to leave?"

"No!"

Yunho laughed. They settled down again, cuddling close, and Yunho resumed the movie. There wasn't too much left by now. They were able to watch the rest with minimal breaks for kissing. Mingi left with one last kiss, and he thanked Yunho again, which Yunho called him cute for. Mingi then tripped on his own feet, flustered. Yunho made sure he didn't fall down the stairs before going back inside.

Yunho immediately searched up BDSM. He was interested, more than he thought he'd be, and read up on domination and submission and kinks and fetishes. He found multiple kinks that intrigued him, ones he never knew existed. He couldn't find much on Mingi's specific kink, but figured that was okay, because the best resource for him was Mingi himself.

Yunho spent quite a while figuring out his dominant side. The two of them fooled around during that time, but never had sex and didn't get into any kink besides praise and some light degradation. They had more than one conversation talking about incorporating kink, and eventually, were both ready.

The first time didn't go very well.

Mingi told Yunho he has a safeword ("mercy") because he likes to act like he doesn't want it, to say "no" and "stop." Yunho saw the appeal with his specific kink, and didn't think much of it, but wasn't ready for the real thing.

Yunho clutched both of Mingi's wrists and pinned them to the bed above him. He was straddling his hips, ass on Mingi's hard cock, his lips brushing Mingi's ear.

"I should just do it now. Fuck you no prep. Sound good, baby boy?" Yunho asked, nipping at Mingi's earlobe.

"No, no… please, I don't want it to hurt. Please don't." Mingi whimpered.

Yunho paused. That was the answer he was looking for, obviously, but it was still weird to hear "no" and "don't" during sex. Yunho pushed through it. He kissed Mingi roughly.

"Fuck you." Yunho muttered, sitting up. He set his hand on Mingi's throat, as light as possible while still holding him. "Such a pussy. I shouldn't even be with you."

Mingi looked like he was about to cry. "Stop." He whispered.

Yunho snapped his hand away like he was shocked. Mingi immediately changed, going back to his normal self, starting to say something, his pout gone.

Yunho shuffled off of him. He knew it was okay, Mingi didn't say the safeword, but it was still so disorienting to hear. He felt like if he didn't listen, even if Mingi wasn't being serious whatsoever, he was a bad person.

"Hey, Yunho, baby, it's okay. I don't mean that, remember? We have a safeword. That's not our safeword." Mingi told him, sitting up and setting a hand on Yunho's knee.

Yunho nodded. "I know. I just… I don't think I can do this. I'm sorry."

"Can't do what? This whole thing? Us?" Mingi asked, looking worried.

"No, no, not us, honey." Yunho assured him. He took his hand to hold. "The part where you say 'no' and 'stop.' I can't hear that and just keep going."

"Oh." Mingi sighed in relief. "Okay. I can understand that. It helps me, though. You know? Do you get it?"

"I do, baby. I just can't." Yunho told him. He wished he could.

"Okay. It's okay. I'm not mad." Mingi said, leaning in to kiss him.

Yunho cupped his face. He was glad he was able to set boundaries, too, not just do whatever Mingi wanted. Of course, he wanted to do that, but wasn't going to ignore his discomfort.

"Can we keep going? You don't have to act anymore." Mingi said.

Yunho agreed. They were a lot softer as they continued, and they ended up having sex. It was tender and slow. Yunho felt grateful for Mingi.

The rest was trial and error. Yunho realized they dove too deep too early, so they backed up and started with domination that didn't scare Mingi. There were mess-ups, but Mingi never got mad at Yunho and Yunho never got mad at Mingi. They wanted to help each other. They wanted to make each other feel good.

They eased in the element of being afraid slower than the other kinks because Mingi wasn't in the mood for it every time. Which Yunho was more than okay with. They got better with each session, including aftercare. Yunho would reassure Mingi he'd never do any of the things he was threatening, and Mingi would make sure Yunho knew he liked and wanted this.

Finally, they had a scene that was exactly what they were striving for.

Yunho asked Mingi to come over. He almost texted to ask if he was okay with getting sexual, but he had a plan. He's noticed Mingi prefers being truly scared, being surprised with it, instead of knowing Yunho was acting. In the past, Yunho has started something suddenly in order to catch him off guard, generally just being rough with him. In Yunho's opinion, choking was the easiest thing to threaten Mingi with. He didn't feel comfortable speaking lightly of rape, and has considered taking out a knife but felt it was too dangerous, and also didn't like pretending as if he was going to hit him. At some point, Yunho was going to act like he was filming him (he'd turn his phone completely off), but wasn't sure if he should tell Mingi what he was doing beforehand or not.

Yunho's plan was to act angry with Mingi. It was difficult to think of something to be upset about because their relationship has been going smoothly so far. Yunho decided to overreact to the fact that they haven't been able to hang out in a while, pitting Mingi to blame. It was due to both of them and their schedules, which Yunho knew neither could control. He was a bit upset about it, though, more sad than anything, which allowed his acting to be more realistic.

Yunho took a few deep breaths when he heard Mingi knock on his door. He was nervous, and horny, honestly, thinking of what they'll do, but managed to steel himself. He opened the door with a blank face.

"Hey!" Mingi said, happy until he saw Yunho's expression.

Yunho gestured Mingi in silently, then closed the door behind him harder than necessary. Mingi stood, eyes wide with concern, fiddling with his fingers. Yunho looked at him, and he clenched his jaw to fight breaking character. He could never be mad at Mingi when he looked like this.

"Is something wrong?" Mingi asked quietly.

Yunho shrugged. "No. Nothing's wrong."

Mingi let out a tiny "oh," not making eye contact.

"Just that you don't seem to like me anymore." Yunho stated.

"What? What? No, baby, why would you think that?" Mingi questioned, taking a step towards Yunho.

Yunho got closer, too. "You keep making up excuses to not see me. It's getting annoying, Mingi. You're getting annoying."

Mingi's jaw dropped. He started to speak, raising a hand to Yunho's shoulder.

Yunho swatted his hand away. He pushed on his chest and muttered, "Don't touch me."

Mingi stumbled a few steps. "I promise I want to see you, baby, I've just been busy. We both—"

Yunho grabbed Mingi's jaw. He made sure they were making eye contact before he hissed, "Don't call me that."

Mingi inhaled deep through his nose and nodded. Or, tried to nod with Yunho holding him so tightly. He looked terrified. Good.

"Busy, huh? What's been keeping you so busy? Somebody else?" Yunho questioned. They were inches away. "You're seeing somebody else?"

"No! No, Yunho, please. I'm not. Please, I'm not. I'm yours. You're mine and I'm yours, right? Please believe me." Mingi said, eyes wide.

Yunho wanted to scare him with his aggression, not seriously damage their trust, so he changed his tactic. He spun Mingi to shove him against the door, and he put his hand behind Mingi's head to cushion it, his palm outwards to brace himself against the door. Mingi's breathing quickened.

"If I bruise you, mark my territory, will you finally realize I don't fucking share?" Yunho said lowly. In his mind, he was talking about hickeys, but knew what message he was putting across.

Mingi didn't say anything. Yunho dragged his hand down Mingi's front and found his hard cock like he knew he would. He smirked.

"You're pathetic." Yunho whispered. He kissed him hard.

Mingi's surprised noise was swallowed up. Both of his hands hovered over Yunho's on his crotch, fighting between wanting to stop him and wanting to pull him closer.

Yunho broke away. "Lay down." He ordered.

Mingi was frozen for a few seconds. He then stumbled towards the couch.

"The bed, idiot." Yunho spat.

Mingi almost fell trying to get there as soon as possible. Yunho walked behind him, unbothered. He took this time to shake out his giddiness, smiling wide and bouncing on his toes. He's found he enjoys seeing Mingi afraid, which wasn't something he thought he'd ever say. He got back into character when he crossed the doorframe.

Yunho found Mingi sitting on his calves in the middle of his bed.

"I said lay down. You're doing this on purpose now." Yunho said, walking to the edge of the bed.

"Nuh-uh, I'm not. Promise." Mingi tried. He laid on his back and propped himself up on his elbows.

Yunho crawled up to him and straddled his thighs. He pushed Mingi's shoulder so he was laying flat. Yunho yanked Mingi's clothes down to get his cock out, scoffing when he saw how wet his tip was. Mingi's dick twitched.

"Disgusting." Yunho muttered.

"Don't be mean." Mingi whimpered.

Yunho needed to change his tactic again. The novelty of fear-inducing actions wore off quickly for Mingi, so Yunho had to be careful to not actually upset him. Early on, it was hard to know when Mingi shifted from enjoying the threats to disliking them, but Yunho eventually figured out it was best to end a specific strategy simply once Mingi told him to stop. Like he just did.

"But you deserve it, don't you?" Yunho said, leaning down. He nipped at Mingi's lips and nose and jaw. "Deserve to be punished."

Mingi's breathing was labored. "Are you being serious, baby? Do you really think I cheated?"

Yunho didn't answer, trying to keep up the show. He moved to Mingi's neck and sucked hard.

"Yunho, stop, please. Answer me."

Yunho sat up. He knew Mingi knew he didn't like it when he did that. Yunho took it as a pause instead of a full stop.

"No, I'm not being serious. You're perfectly fine. We're fine." Yunho told him. He dipped down to peck his lips.

"Thank you." Mingi breathed.

"Mhmm. You're cute when you're like this." Yunho said, smiling against him. He sat back up and wrapped his hand around Mingi's throat. "Are you scared of me, Mingi?"

Mingi quickly nodded.

Yunho laughed. "Maybe you're smarter than I thought." He said. He lightly squeezed Mingi's neck, and Mingi's eyes widened.

Yunho moved to push Mingi's shirt up, getting it off with help. He snaked a finger down Mingi's front. "Pretty, too. I should take some pictures to use for later. Then I won't even need you, yeah?"

Mingi shook his head. He opened his mouth to speak, almost saying "no" and "don't," but stopped himself. He shook his head harder.

Yunho smirked. He pushed down his own clothes, his hard cock springing out. He held their dicks together and rolled his hips into him, but very lightly, barely touching.

"Fuck, Yunho." Mingi groaned. He shifted underneath him.

"Don't fucking move." Yunho commanded. "Do I need to strap you down? Like an animal?"

Mingi pouted and shook his head. Mingi had first said he didn't like the idea of being tied up then left alone, but Yunho learned he didn't like bondage in general. That was one of the kinks Yunho was interested in, but wasn't going to push for it.

"Okay, then, baby boy. Then you need to behave like a good little pet." Yunho said. He touched Mingi's tip with his thumb.

"Yeah, yes. Yes, sir. Yes, master." Mingi rushed.

Yunho laughed. "Shh, shh. Don't talk. You're prettier when you don't speak."

Mingi pouted but nodded. Yunho laughed at how quickly he accepted. He leaned down again and kissed him, their cocks pressing together. Mingi moaned into his mouth. Yunho began to grind. Mingi whined and made a fist in Yunho's shirt.

"Don't touch me." Yunho hissed. Mingi started to say something, but Yunho cut him off. "And I said don't fucking talk."

Mingi bit his lip, nodding again.

Yunho grinned. He nipped at anywhere he could, any skin he could get between his teeth, because he knew it was disconcerting to be bitten in unusual places, almost like Yunho was eating him: devouring him, taking him apart piece by piece until he was nothing. Until all of his parts belonged to Yunho.

"I want you on your hands and knees. If you open your mouth, it's to beg." Yunho told him.

Mingi nodded quickly. As soon as Yunho was off of him, he flipped over. Yunho tore off his pants and underwear, tripping him out of his position, but he immediately corrected himself. Yunho was planning on fingering him, but seeing him like this, he couldn't resist getting his mouth on him. He grabbed Mingi's ass and licked across his hole. Mingi gasped. Yunho blew air onto him, making Mingi flinch at the unexpected sensation, and Yunho licked him again with a smile. He kissed and sucked, pushing his tongue inside. Mingi moaned, and he lowered to his elbows.

"Stay up." Yunho ordered.

Mingi listened. Yunho knew he couldn't stay up the whole time, that was unrealistic; he just liked bossing Mingi around. And punishing him once he inevitably disobeyed.

Yunho spat on him and pushed in his thumb just a few millimeters. Mingi clenched on him.

"Yunho," Mingi moaned. One of his arms buckled, but he got back up.

"Yeah, baby? Want something?" Yunho taunted. He licked at him roughly. "Ask for it."

Mingi whined. "Please…" He tried.

"Please what? I don't know what you're asking for." Yunho told him.

Mingi whined again, and he dropped to his elbows and hid his face. Yunho laughed. He pulled Mingi up by his shoulders, making him sit, keeping him close with an arm around his waist. Mingi was breathing hard.

"Tell me." Yunho whispered in his ear. He slid a hand from Mingi's knee, up his thigh, and to the base of his cock, close but not touching. "Here? You want me to touch you here?"

Mingi whimpered and dropped his head. He grasped Yunho's wrist that was on his waist, his other hand clenching and unclenching like he was stopping himself from doing something.

"Yes, please." Mingi eventually mumbled.

Mingi always got painfully shy when Yunho asked him to say what he wanted. It was cute, but got to be a bit much if Mingi's refusal to answer went on for too long, because Yunho truly just wanted to know so he could do it. Tonight, though, he felt more dominant than usual, and loved watching Mingi squirm.

"Please what? Just tell me, angel. You know I always listen, I always give you what you want." Yunho said. He lightly touched Mingi's tip, making his dick twitch.

Mingi groaned and tilted his head back to rest on Yunho's shoulder, then dropped it again. His hips bucked. Yunho grinned.

"Please touch me." Mingi breathed out. "Please touch my cock."

Yunho smiled and nibbled at his earlobe. He ran a finger from the base of Mingi's dick to his tip. Mingi squirmed in his lap.

"Maybe later. If you're good enough." Yunho said. He moved away and pushed Mingi down, then flipped him to his back. Yunho tore off the rest of his clothes, then crawled to straddle Mingi's head. Before Yunho said or did anything, Mingi shoved a pillow under his head and opened his mouth.

Yunho chuckled. He combed his fingers through Mingi's hair with a small smile. Yunho guided his cock to Mingi's mouth. Mingi eagerly took him in, and Yunho felt his hands fluttering behind him. Yunho moved so his arms were free, then pressed Mingi's hands to his thighs. Mingi squeezed him and made eye contact. Yunho barely moved, torn between wanting to praise Mingi for how pretty he looked and wanting to fuck his throat. But Mingi didn't like rough blowjobs. Yunho gave shallow thrusts. He slid his hands down Mingi's arms, feeling his thick biceps and strong shoulders. Yunho tangled his fingers in Mingi's hair and moaned. He could never, ever be mad at Mingi.

Mingi grabbed Yunho's ass and pulled him closer. Yunho groaned, balancing himself on the headboard. He thrusted into Mingi's mouth and Mingi bobbed his head. Yunho wanted his ass already, wanted to fill him deep and feel his warmth.

"Fuck, baby," Yunho breathed. He thrusted faster, going deep enough that Mingi couldn't move his head anymore. 

Mingi made a small noise. He dug his fingers into Yunho's skin. Yunho gasped out a groan as he kept going.

Mingi pushed on his hips. Yunho immediately pulled out. Mingi heaved in a deep breath.

Yunho moved to kiss him, cupping his face and petting his hair, his kisses sloppy and wet. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry. That's my fault. You're so pretty." Yunho rambled.

"It's—'s okay, I just—just needed to breathe." Mingi tried, gasping around his words and Yunho's kisses.

Yunho moved to his jaw, smiling a bit. "I'm sorry, I'll let you do that."

Mingi breathed a laugh. After a few moments, he brought Yunho's face to him and kissed him. Yunho couldn't breathe, now, barely breaking apart because he was too desperate to care about air. As much as he liked seeing Mingi afraid, he liked him submissive, acting small, blissed-out, and whiny more.

Maybe not too submissive. He liked when Mingi did things on his own, too, when he was just so needy and couldn't wait for instruction. Mingi snaked his hand between them and took both of their cocks to stroke.

Yunho moaned into his mouth. "You're so pretty." He said again.

"Yunho," Mingi mewled. "Stop or I'm gonna cry."

Yunho looked at him. Mingi said it lightly, but he did look like he was about to cry. Yunho kissed him and repeated himself, then sat up. He shuffled to sit between Mingi's legs and slid a hand to his ass, a finger going between his cheeks to find his hole.

"Need more, baby?" he asked.

Mingi bit his lip and shook his head. Yunho fumbled through his bedside table for lube and a condom. Mingi pulled his legs back. Yunho prepared himself and pushed in very, very slowly, because even if Mingi didn't ask to be stretched more, Yunho knew his eating him out wasn't enough.

This is how all of their sessions went. If it started out rough, it would devolve to tender, careful sex. Especially when they got into Mingi's kink, because you can only be scared by the same thing so many times. Yunho worried he'd get too repetitive and predictable, but Mingi didn't seem to be concerned about that, so Yunho didn't say anything. Becoming soft and loving during a scene acted as a break for them. Yunho almost needed it (and he was sure Mingi did too) because he was still perfecting his dominant persona.

"Move." Mingi said.

Yunho had paused once he bottomed out. He gave a short thrust and watched Mingi's reaction. Mingi bit his lip and nodded, then when Yunho picked up a rhythm, closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He moaned quietly. Yunho couldn't help but smile.

Yunho leaned down and kissed him. "So pretty, so pretty, so pretty. Feels good, baby boy?"

"Yunho, please," Mingi whimpered.

"Tell me. Tell me how it feels." Yunho whispered. He wasn't looking for an ego boost, he wanted to make sure Mingi was comfortable.

"It… it feels good. Feels good, baby. More—more, please." Mingi answered.

Yunho sucked on his neck. He thrusted harder. Mingi groaned and wrapped his arms around Yunho's waist, hugging him close. Yunho loved hearing him, his moans and mewls and whispers of Yunho's name. It was a big turn-on for Yunho, maybe his biggest.

Yunho sat up and pushed Mingi's legs back by the backs of his knees. Mingi moaned at the stretch, his back arching. In that moment, Yunho was overcome with adoration, and he had to stop himself from telling Mingi he loved him. They've been together for a decent amount of time, so Yunho wasn't worried about saying it too soon, but didn't want to say it during sex. He didn't want Mingi to think he could only say it during sex. And he'd be okay if Mingi didn't say it back; he wanted to make sure Mingi knew how special he was.

"Yunho, Yunho, please…" Mingi mewled.

"Yeah, Mingi baby? What do you need?" Yunho asked. He slowed his movements.

"No, no, please—don't stop. Don't stop. Harder. Please." Mingi begged.

Yunho grinned. He listened, thrusting hard and deep. Mingi's breathing quickened. His hand fluttered to his cock, but landed on Yunho's thigh.

"Touch yourself. Now. Cum, Mingi. Now." Yunho demanded.

Mingi's hand shot to his dick. He jerked himself fast, his bottom lip between his teeth and his brow furrowed. Yunho liked when Mingi came first, because then he could keep fucking and overstimulate him. Mingi wasn't the biggest fan of it, but assured Yunho he was fine with it. Yunho thinks he accepts it because he liked to be watched and appreciated when he's fucked-out. And Yunho liked it for that reason; he got to see Mingi squirm and, most of the time, nearly cry with painful pleasure.

This time was no different. Once Mingi came with a moan of Yunho's name, and Yunho kept going, his jaw dropped silently and his legs began to shake. Mingi covered his mouth with both hands, cringing in on himself. Yunho spread him wider and fucked harder. Mingi was always quick to be fucked stupid. His hands fell away and his body relaxed, his jaw slack and his eyes rolled back in his head. Yunho smiled. He bent down to kiss him a few more times before he came. He groaned lowly and panted on Mingi's neck.

Mingi breathed heavily when Yunho pulled out, as if he hadn't been able to before. Yunho kissed his forehead and moved away. Mingi grunted when Yunho let his legs down. Yunho knelt beside him and cradled his head to pepper more kisses on.

"Fuck." Mingi breathed.

"Mmh, baby," Yunho cooed. "Feeling okay?"

Mingi nodded.

Yunho scooped up some of Mingi's cum from his stomach and sucked it from his fingers. He then kissed Mingi without swallowing, and Mingi whined like he didn't want it, but kissed harder when Yunho tried to pull away. Yunho chuckled. He squished Mingi's cheeks and kissed his pouty lips.

"Clean up?" Yunho suggested.

Mingi wrapped his arms around Yunho's waist and made him lay down. Yunho smiled as he cuddled up to him.

"I was really scared." Mingi said quietly.

Yunho's chest tightened. "In a bad way?"

"No, no… well, there's a fine line between bad and good for me. But it was really good once I realized what you were doing." Mingi said, and his voice was weak and croaky.

"Okay. Good. I'm not sure if I'll do something like that again." Yunho told him.

"Okay." Mingi murmured.

Yunho kissed Mingi's jaw. "You were so good for me."

Mingi smiled. "Thank you."

"Thank you? I'm thanking you, little one." Yunho said.

Mingi shifted so they were on their sides and facing each other. They held hands and Mingi brought Yunho's to his mouth to kiss.

"Thank you for doing this for me." Mingi mumbled.

Yunho knew he was talking about his kink. He brought their hands back to himself and kissed Mingi's. "It's okay, baby, you don't need to thank me."

Mingi shook his head. Yunho pulled him closer, holding Mingi's head to his chest. Now he really wanted to tell him he loved him.

"Can I spend the night?" Mingi asked.

"Of course." Yunho said automatically. He was thinking through the scene, trying to catch any uncomfort from either of them that he missed.

Yunho tilted Mingi's head up. "You liked everything, baby?"

Mingi hummed a yes. "Did you?"

"I did." Yunho said. He pecked his lips.

They kissed softly. After a moment, Mingi mumbled, "Cold."

Yunho breathed a laugh. He got up and dragged Mingi to the bathroom. They talked in the shower. Yunho needed more reassurance that he did well, bringing up when he got too mean and when he was too rough with the blowjob. Mingi told him it was okay, it wasn't a big deal, and it was good that he stopped when he did. Yunho trusted Mingi to tell the truth. They were always honest with each other regarding sex.

Yunho got Mingi a pair of pajamas. Mingi rejected the pants and slipped on the big t-shirt. Yunho pushed his hands under the shirt to feel his muscles, lifting it up far enough to kiss his chest. Mingi kissed the top of his head.

They laid down, spooning, Mingi being the small spoon. They were warm. Yunho had his hand on Mingi's tummy. He rubbed up and down his front and held him tighter, kissing and nipping at his neck.

"I thought we were sleeping." Mingi mumbled.

"We are." Yunho said. Now he really, really wanted to tell him he loved him. He decided to wait until the morning, at least.

"Then stop feeling me up."

Yunho laughed. "Sorry. Sorry, baby. Goodnight. Sleep well. Sweet dreams."

Mingi brought Yunho's hand to him and kissed it. He kept it close to his mouth as he said, muffled and slurred by sleepiness, "Night, baby."

Yunho kissed him a few more times before trying to sleep. Mingi fell asleep way before he did, so Yunho was able to do a little more kissing and feeling, light enough to not wake him. Yunho hoped he could feel it, though, and was dreaming about him. Yunho knew he would be dreaming about Mingi.

Chapter 5: Jjonghwa

Notes:

2.3k
Dom bottom Seonghwa, sub top Jongho, degradation, begging, aftercare, rewards and punishments, Jongho calls Seonghwa mommy and sir, Seonghwa calls Jongho's dick a clit

"Show me." Seonghwa ordered.

Jongho was on his knees in front of the door, ready for Seonghwa like he was asked. Seonghwa didn't even take off his shoes before he spoke.

Jongho moved slowly. He unzipped his pants and shuffled them down, then pulled his cock out of his underwear. He wasn't hard yet. He kept his head down.

Seonghwa smirked. "Don't hide. I said show me."

Jongho hesitantly straightened his back, setting his hands beside him. He avoided eye contact.

Seonghwa looked at him. Jongho's cock twitched a few times, chubbing up. He was big already.

"Baby's excited? We haven't even done anything. Yet your clit's getting nice and hard for me. You wanna put it in my mouth, don't you?" Seonghwa taunted.

Jongho looked down and didn't respond, but he was almost fully hard now. He squeezed his thighs together.

Seonghwa laughed. He stepped closer. "Get up."

Jongho listened, his head still down. Seonghwa took his jaw so he'd look at him. "Don't be so shy. I know you like this. You got everything ready like I told you?"

Jongho nodded. His eyes were wide.

Seonghwa brought him closer, rough, but kissed him softly. "Don't be scared. Go lay down."

Seonghwa didn't let go of him until Jongho whispered, "Yes, sir."

Seonghwa followed him to their room. He gave Jongho a head start, taking off his shoes and coat, and walked in on Jongho kneeling on the bed. He'd undressed except for his shirt. Like asked beforehand, Jongho had gotten out towels, lube, and condoms.

Seonghwa stripped and loved the way Jongho's eyes never left him. Before climbing onto the bed, he grabbed the bottle of lube. He gestured for Jongho to lay down, then straddled his thighs.

"How long did you wait for me, bear?" Seonghwa asked as he opened the lube. He'd texted Jongho to be ready for him once he came home from work, but didn't give him an exact time.

"I wanted to be early, so, um… since 5:20? I think." Jongho said quietly. His eyes were on Seonghwa's hands.

Seonghwa paused. He gets home pretty solidly around 5:30, but today was a little late, so arrived closer to 5:40.

Jongho waited for him for twenty minutes on the floor.

"Mommy?" Jongho asked, meek.

Seonghwa looked at him. He grinned and continued to lube his fingers. "Thank you for being so good for me. My perfect little baby, aren't you? So proud of you. I should reward you."

Jongho bit his lip. "If you want to." He murmured.

Seonghwa smirked. Jongho was too shy about praise. He liked degradation much more. Which Seonghwa was fine with. But he really did appreciate Jongho for listening so well, so he decided to reward him with something not as embarrassing.

"I'll let you prep me. Does that sound fair?" Seonghwa asked.

Jongho's eyes widened. He nodded quickly. Seonghwa chuckled. He already squeezed out lube for himself, and since he didn't need it anymore, rubbed it into Jongho's cock. Jongho made a surprised noise, his hips bucking. Seonghwa ignored him and grabbed his hand. He gave him a good amount of lube.

Jongho set his other hand on Seonghwa's thigh, gentle as if he was nervous. Seonghwa put his hand on him to press him close. Jongho reached between Seonghwa's legs and smeared the lube between his cheeks. He rubbed Seonghwa's hole before pushing in a finger.

They usually don't do this; Seonghwa usually stretches himself and makes Jongho watch. Sometimes Jongho would beg to do it, and Seonghwa would rarely agree. This was the perfect reward.

Seonghwa spread his legs and scooted closer. Jongho grabbed pillows to sit himself up, eyes glued to Seonghwa. He then said, "Closer, please, mommy."

Seonghwa smirked. He did what he was asked. He pressed their foreheads together to say, "Don't waste this privilege, baby boy. You better do it well."

Jongho nodded, and he tried to lean in to kiss, but Seonghwa moved away. "I promise I'll do well. Please don't take this away from me." Jongho pleaded.

Seonghwa laughed. He grasped Jongho's wrist and said, "Then do. I haven't even felt anything yet."

Jongho panicked. He pushed in a second finger and pressed forward to find Seonghwa's prostate. Seonghwa gasped when he did, then closed his mouth because he didn't want Jongho to see his effect on him. Jongho was cutest when he was desperate for Seonghwa's approval.

"Like this, mommy?" Jongho asked.

Seonghwa bit his lip. Jongho was fucking into him hard and fast, clashing with his soft voice and hesitant questions. He'd found Seonghwa's prostate and hadn't strayed from it.

Seonghwa kissed him. He was needier than he wanted to act, but couldn't help it. Jongho's lips were soft and plump. He panted into his mouth and tried to stop from grinding on his fingers. Seonghwa grabbed Jongho's hair and yanked his head to the side, exposing his neck. He roughly sucked out hickeys.

Jongho whimpered under him. He added a third finger. Seonghwa's eyes rolled back in his head. He clutched Jongho's wrist and told him to wait.

"I'm sorry." Jongho whispered. "Was it bad?"

Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh. He pressed Jongho's fingers in deeper. Seonghwa couldn't wait for his cock.

"I'm sorry." Jongho said again.

Seonghwa sat up. He pushed away Jongho's hand and reached to the nightstand for a condom. He held it up and said, "Do you think you deserve it?"

Jongho froze.

"Do you think your pathetic little clit deserves to fuck my hole? To even touch me?" Seonghwa continued.

"No, sir." Jongho whispered.

"No?" Seonghwa smiled. He grabbed Jongho's jaw, squishing his cheeks. "You're right, honey bear. But if you beg for it I might think about it."

Jongho pouted. He placed his hand on Seonghwa's and tilted to kiss his thumb. "Please?"

Seonghwa chuckled. "You know you need to try harder than that."

Jongho took in the tip of his thumb, keeping eye contact. He then sucked down the whole length. Seonghwa's belly heated up. Once he slid him out of his mouth, he said, "Please, mommy. I think I can make you feel really good."

"Aw, you think?" Seonghwa teased. He took his hand away and opened the condom. As he rolled it onto Jongho's dick, he said, "We'll just have to find out, yeah?"

Jongho nodded, biting his lip. They both shifted to get more comfortable before Seonghwa sank down on him. Seonghwa sighed deeply. Jongho wasn't too terribly big, but he was girthy, and always filled Seonghwa up just right. Degrading Jongho about his size truly didn't make sense, but they both loved it.

The first time Seonghwa had called his dick a clit wasn't even in the bedroom. They were having a conversation about their kinks, far enough into their relationship to have had sex already but just now feeling comfortable to get into kink.

"I like degradation." Jongho told him. He was shy, which Seonghwa wasn't used to.

"Okay, yeah, I can do that. I've done that before." Seonghwa said. They were on his couch, facing each other.

"But I like, um, being degraded about my size. Being told I'm small." Jongho said.

Seonghwa paused. "You're not, though."

Jongho nodded, looking down. "I know, but…"

Seonghwa shrugged. He couldn't judge. "Okay. Just small? What about tiny? Pathetic?"

Jongho agreed to all.

"Clit?" Seonghwa then asked.

Jongho froze. He stared at Seonghwa with wide eyes. Seonghwa was worried he went too far, but Jongho nodded. He was curt with it, like he was trying to restrain himself. Seonghwa smirked. He slid his eyes down Jongho's body and stopped on his crotch. Seonghwa saw his cock twitch.

Seonghwa snaked his hand up Jongho's thigh to cup his dick. He loved feeling him harden underneath him. "You like that, baby?"

Jongho nodded again, though he was back to being shy. Seonghwa kissed him. Jongho set his hand on Seonghwa's and pressed him closer.

"Want me to touch your little clit?" Seonghwa whispered, close to Jongho's ear, his lips on his neck.

Jongho merely moaned.

After that, using that one word was the best way to turn Jongho on. It accelerated their sex life, making things more passionate and intimate. It let Seonghwa be more dominant, which he needed.

"Mommy," Jongho whined.

Seonghwa grinned. He started to bounce, setting his hands on Jongho's chest. He then realized he still had his shirt on.

"Take this off, baby. What's wrong with you?" Seonghwa demanded.

Jongho scrambled out of his shirt. Seonghwa smirked as he watched him. Once he was able to, he squeezed Jongho's full pecs. Jongho loosely held Seonghwa's wrists.

"Ask to touch mommy." Seonghwa told him. It was fun to be hypocritical, make up random rules in the middle of things, and watch Jongho try not to have a tantrum.

Jongho pouted. He moved his hands, but his fingertips still touched Seonghwa. "Please?"

Seonghwa grinded on him slow and deep. It probably did more for himself than for Jongho, but Jongho reacted to his reaction, his brow furrowing and his lips parting. His fingers twitched, wanting to hold Seonghwa.

"Again." Seonghwa said.

Jongho bit his lip. "Please, mommy? You feel so nice."

Seonghwa grinned. He took Jongho's hands and set them on his waist. Jongho sighed like the act physically pleasured him, squeezing Seonghwa tighter than necessary. Seonghwa held his forearms and bounced faster. He moved to lean on his elbows, pressing their foreheads together.

"So cute, baby. Happy now?" Seonghwa asked.

Jongho hummed yes twice, too eager for his own good. He thrusted up into Seonghwa lightly. Seonghwa groaned and dropped his head to Jongho's shoulder.

"Fuck. Surprised your clit could even get inside me. Surprised it feels this good." Seonghwa told him, breathless. He's devolved to just grinding now.

"Please," Jongho whispered.

"Please, what?" Seonghwa asked, lips on his ear.

"Please, I wanna… wanna fuck you. Please let me." Jongho told him.

Seonghwa nipped at his earlobe. "Do it."

Jongho gently pushed on his hips. "Move…" he tried, meek.

"No. Do it like this." Seonghwa commanded.

Jongho whimpered. He fucked up into him, and once Seonghwa was moaning, increased the pace and force. Seonghwa could cum like this if Jongho kept it up, but he knew Jongho wouldn't be able to. He decided to wait until Jongho begged again.

Seonghwa was shaking. He clutched the sheets next to Jongho's head, his jaw dropped but no noise coming out. His cock bounced between their tummies, no doubt getting his precum on both of them.

Jongho only lasted a few minutes.

"Let me fuck you, please, Seonghwa." He begged.

Seonghwa was too desperate to care anymore. He sat up and asked, "On my back?"

"Yes, sir." Jongho said. Then, "If you'd like that."

Seonghwa chuckled. He got off of him and leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. Jongho scrambled to kneel between his legs. He gently pushed Seonghwa's knees back, then lined up and pushed in. Seonghwa sighed and slumped down.

"Can I do it hard? Please?" Jongho asked.

"Yes, baby, fuck me hard. Fuck mommy good and hard." Seonghwa told him, breathless.

Jongho set Seonghwa's legs on his shoulders and held the tops of his thighs to thrust into him. Seonghwa groaned, his body relaxing and his eyes fluttering closed. Jongho let out small moans. Seonghwa squeezed Jongho's biceps.

"I'm close, I'm sorry," Jongho whispered.

Seonghwa caressed Jongho's face, narrowly opening his eyes to look at him. "Don't be sorry, angel. Cum for me. Cum in me."

Jongho whined and dropped his head. He fucked harder, and soon his hips were stuttering to a stop as he came. Seonghwa reveled in his breathy moans. Jongho stayed in even after he was finished, sitting up to wrap his hand around Seonghwa's cock and jerk him off.

Seonghwa moaned, and he was embarrassed by how whiney it sounded. Jongho got him close quickly. He came with staccato groans and his hips bucking into Jongho's hand. Jongho set his legs down and pulled out, and Seonghwa grunted when the warm feeling left him.

He took a few seconds to collect himself, then sat up. Jongho was fiddling with his fingers, glancing around.

"Are you okay?" Seonghwa asked. He cupped Jongho's face.

Jongho nodded, looking up at him through his eyelashes. If Jongho is deep in his subspace, he goes mostly nonverbal, and Seonghwa assumed that's what was happening.

"Okay, baby. Thank you. You're always so good to me." Seonghwa said. He pecked his lips. "What do you want to do? Clean up?"

Jongho slid off his condom, and Seonghwa threw it away for him. Then, not a command but an answer to the question, Jongho mumbled, "Lay down."

"Of course." Seonghwa replied. He guided them to lay, pulling Jongho close to his chest.

Seonghwa kissed the top of Jongho's head. "I'm really proud of you for waiting for me for that long. But don't ever hurt yourself for me."

Jongho nodded. "Yes, sir."

Seonghwa pet his hair. He kept thinking about it, and really hoped Jongho took breaks during those 20 minutes.

"Thank you for letting me fuck you." Jongho murmured.

Seonghwa almost scoffed. "Baby, baby, don't say that. Don't thank me. We're boyfriends, Jongho. Don't you dare thank me."

Jongho nodded again. "Yes, sir."

Seonghwa knew Jongho wasn't listening. He sat them up and set his hands on Jongho's shoulders. "We need to get you out of your subspace, don't we? We're gonna shower. Okay, bear? That sound alright?"

Jongho nodded once more. Seonghwa pulled him to the bathroom. They washed up in the shower, and thankfully it was safely bringing Jongho out of his headspace. Seonghwa turned the water cold just before he turned it off as a precaution. Jongho got annoyed with him, so Seonghwa knew he was okay now.

They dressed and decided on a light dinner. They were touchier than usual for the rest of the night, and once they finally laid down for bed, were holding each other almost too tight.

Chapter 6: Woosang

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Dom Wooyoung, sub Yeosang, somnophilia, asphyxiation, cum eating, eating out, 69

I posted this on twitter originally but I wanted to post it here too :)

Wooyoung's hand slid up Yeosang's bare thigh. He'd pulled back the covers, and was worried Yeosang would wake at the change of temperature, but Yeosang hadn't stirred.

Wooyoung stopped at his hip. Yeosang wasn't wearing any bottoms. Wooyoung moved the covers completely, only Yeosang's calves and feet underneath. Yeosang was only wearing a shirt.

When he dressed like this, he was giving Wooyoung permission to touch him during the night. It had been a very, very pleasant surprise when Wooyoung found his boyfriend like this after getting home late.

Yeosang's cock twitched as Wooyoung ran his fingers down it. It was soft and pretty and Wooyoung loved how it reacted on its own without any cues from Yeosang's brain.

Wooyoung pushed up Yeosang's shirt, slow and not getting very far due to Yeosang laying on his back. Wooyoung traced his abs. It disturbed Yeosang's sleep. He was probably ticklish. Wooyoung moved back to Yeosang's dick.

Wooyoung wrapped his hand around him and pumped. Wooyoung's heart swelled when Yeosang began to harden. Wooyoung took his time. He stroked at a pace that would probably get complaints if Yeosang was awake, hyper focused on the swelling of Yeosang's cock until he was taut and plump. Yeosang's body had twitched a few times during the process, but he never shifted or made any noise.

Wooyoung's cock was screaming for attention, but he ignored it. He gently pushed Yeosang to lay on his side. Earlier, Wooyoung had switched on his bedside lamp, which wasn't very bright but cast just enough light for Wooyoung to see Yeosang's beauty. Wooyoung pulled a cheek away to get a look at Yeosang's hole. He was able to position himself to get at it, licking across him before placing a kiss. Yeosang shifted.

Wooyoung kept going. He reached to play with Yeosang's cockhead, thumbing at the slit. Wooyoung licked into him. Yeosang made a small noise.

Wooyoung quickly devolved to doing this for his own enjoyment, slurping and gasping and grunting. The only thing missing was Yeosang's moans. With that in mind, and how Yeosang was grinding back on him, Wooyoung moved away. Yeosang sighed, but didn't wake.

Wooyoung wished there were more things that could be done without Yeosang waking up. Wooyoung has tried to make him cum in his sleep, but Yeosang always wakes up. It wasn't a total loss, though, because once Yeosang was conscious, he was often more invigorated than he would be if they started while he was awake.

Wooyoung guided Yeosang to lay on his back again. Wooyoung straddled his stomach. He rubbed his nipples over his shirt, and Yeosang's lips parted. Wooyoung's heart fluttered. He shuffled up and pulled his cock out of his pants. Wooyoung pressed his tip to Yeosang's mouth, painting his lips with his precum, before gently pushing in. He manually opened Yeosang's mouth by nudging his bottom teeth down with a finger so he could enter further. Wooyoung couldn't get very deep, but he could grind on Yeosang's tongue.

Wooyoung caressed Yeosang's face. He looked so peaceful. Wooyoung pinched Yeosang's nose. It didn't take long for Yeosang to wake, gasping around Wooyoung's cock and his hands flailing to find whatever was cutting off his air flow. Wooyoung let go of him but didn't pull out. Wooyoung watched him struggle, tummy and heart warm. Yeosang panted before switching to breathing through his nose, making eye contact with Wooyoung and wrapping his lips around his dick.

Wooyoung smiled. He thrusted slightly, eager now that Yeosang's mouth welcomed him. Yeosang held his hips and lifted his head to get him deeper.

"You're so pretty like this." Wooyoung told him, breaking the silence.

Yeosang hummed. He pulled off of him, still out of breath. After settling down, he asked, "What did you do?"

Wooyoung smirked. Yeosang always wanted to know how Wooyoung touched him as he slept. They've done the opposite, with Wooyoung asleep, and Wooyoung never wanted to know what was done to him; he thought it was hotter that way. But, they usually don't have Wooyoung as the one asleep; he was too light of a sleeper for any actual somnophilic acts to take place.

"Got you hard. Ate you out. Did you want more, angel?" Wooyoung said.

Yeosang kissed Wooyoung's tip. "I like when you blow me. It gives me good dreams."

Wooyoung grinned. "Anything for you, my prince."

Before Yeosang could get him back in his mouth, Wooyoung moved away. He got off the bed to undress, then climbed back on with his ass in Yeosang's face. Yeosang quickly scrambled up to reach Wooyoung's hole. Wooyoung licked up Yeosang's cock before taking him down. Yeosang moaned quietly. He grabbed Wooyoung's thighs and attached his mouth to his hole. Yeosang panted like he hasn't eaten in days.

"Youngie," Yeosang mewled.

"Yeah, baby?" Wooyoung replied, distracted. He sucked on Yeosang's cockhead.

Yeosang whimpered. "Gonna cum quick, Youngie."

"That's okay, baby. Just relax." Wooyoung told him. He took Yeosang's cock all the way down, making himself gag but loving the feeling.

Yeosang gasped and bucked his hips. He wasn't doing much to Wooyoung now, too caught up in his own pleasure, but Wooyoung didn't care. He stroked Yeosang's cock, slick with his spit, and kept his lips pressed to his tip to catch his cum. Yeosang squirmed when he came. Wooyoung pumped him into his mouth. He let some of his load spill out the corners of his mouth, and stroked it into Yeosang's cock. Yeosang got sensitive quickly and whimpered when Wooyoung kept touching him.

Finally, Wooyoung swallowed and sat up. He got off of Yeosang and moved to face him. He offered his messy hand, not because he wanted Yeosang to eat his cum, but because he knew Yeosang wanted to.

Yeosang grabbed Wooyoung's hand and dragged his tongue across his palm in a slow, broad lick. Then, he took Wooyoung's fingers into his mouth one by one. Wooyoung's cock twitched at the sight. Yeosang licked Wooyoung's hand clean and breathed heavily when he was finished.

"Cute. Still wanna help me?" Wooyoung asked.

Yeosang nodded passionately. He fumbled around, seemingly trying to figure out how to help. He then opened his mouth and laid back.

Wooyoung smiled. "You look good like that, baby boy."

Yeosang closed his eyes, embarrassed, but kept his mouth open. Wooyoung sat near his head and guided him to turn and face his cock. Yeosang did so, taking a hold of him and swallowing him down. Wooyoung sighed in relief. He pet Yeosang's hair.

"Gonna be quick, too, puppy." Wooyoung told him. He gripped Yeosang's hair.

Yeosang hummed. He sucked hard on his cockhead, his hand stroking fast. Wooyoung brushed Yeosang's hair out of his face, almost desperate, wanting him to be ready when he came.

Wooyoung pushed Yeosang away to jerk himself off. He held Yeosang by his hair to get him in a good position, and soon his load was coating Yeosang's face. Yeosang's mouth was open, but not much landed in it. Wooyoung groaned and sighed, loving the feeling and the visual and simply Yeosang.

Yeosang sat up when he was done, pouting. He was always unhappy when he didn't get his snack. Wooyoung grabbed his face and dragged his tongue across his face. Without swallowing, he kissed Yeosang. Yeosang whined and licked into Wooyoung's mouth.

"More." Yeosang breathed.

Wooyoung grinned. He guided Yeosang back down to his cock. Yeosang cleaned him up, and Wooyoung ignored the oversensitive feeling. Finally, Wooyoung was able to go get tissues to wipe up any leftovers.

"I'm gonna shower, honey, I'll be back in a second." Wooyoung told him.

"Why can't I come?" Yeosang complained.

"You were sleeping so well like a good little boy. Go back to sleep. I'm sure you were having good dreams." Wooyoung said.

Yeosang pouted. After a second, he got back under the covers. Wooyoung patted his head and left for the bathroom. After he finished and was back in the bedroom, he laid pressed to Yeosang's back and fitted his leg between Yeosang's. Wooyoung felt him up before falling asleep, mostly his stomach and ass, but sometimes his cock. He got Yeosang hard but ignored it. Wooyoung hoped Yeosang would grind on him in his sleep and they'd wake up messy and sticky.

Chapter 7: Woojjong

Notes:

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Choking, mutual masturbation

I posted this on twitter originally but I wanted to post it here too :)

Wooyoung and Jongho stared at each other. They had been kissing, both still slightly out of breath and lips shiny with spit, and they stopped to look at each other. They were conversing silently, asking each other if they both wanted the same thing.

They must've come to the conclusion that yes, they were both thinking of only one thing, and almost simultaneously reached their hands to the other. Wooyoung held the back of Jongho's neck while Jongho pressed his palm to the space between Wooyoung's collar bones.

"Rough." Wooyoung whispered.

Jongho shook his head. "Not tonight."

Wooyoung nodded once. They moved. Eyes locked on each other, hands soft and slow, breathing already shallow. With one final look, another shared understanding, they both squeezed the other's throat.

Wooyoung took a deep breath, desperate. He was scared of it. He always has been, though Jongho couldn't relate at all. He welcomed it. He loved feeling his breath slip away from him, loved the gradual tightness of his lungs being deprived of air.

Jongho was the first to dip his hand into his pants and pull out his cock. They were still looking at each other, though both of their eyes were lidded and their vision was going blurry. Just as Jongho began to stroke, Wooyoung let up on him. He inhaled a calm breath. He stayed on Wooyoung for a few seconds longer, his heart fluttering when he saw Wooyoung's eyes shut and his jaw drop.

Just when Wooyoung moved a hand to find a purchase on Jongho's wrist, Jongho let go of him. Wooyoung sucked in a loud breath. And he whined like he missed it. He did. He loved fighting for oxygen and panicking when he couldn't get it. He pressed Jongho's hand to him, eyes still closed and breathing shaky. Jongho smiled.

"Wooyoung." Jongho murmured.

"Sorry." Wooyoung said quickly, putting his hand back on Jongho's throat.

When Wooyoung began to squeeze, Jongho returned to stroking himself. Wooyoung did the same, getting his cock out of his pants and pumping. He moved a lot faster than Jongho.

Their minds were getting fuzzy. They had a system by now, they've done this enough times, that they knew when one wanted more or needed a break. They'd either lean forward into the hand, asking for a tighter grip, or lean backwards, away and wanting some air. Or, they'd use their free hand to push closer or pull away.

Wooyoung made a choking sound but he leaned closer. Jongho tightened his grip. He was still pumping slowly, still less desperate than Wooyoung. Wooyoung had precum beading at his tip already.

Jongho's eyes rolled back in his head. He squeaked, and only when the sole sound he could hear was the blood rushing through his ears did he pull away. He inadvertently softened his hold on Wooyoung, but Wooyoung gasped loudly, needing a break anyway.

"Please," Wooyoung whispered. His voice was hoarse.

Jongho could tell he was close. He pumped himself faster to catch up with him, and focused more on Wooyoung. Wooyoung tried to stay with his job, but with how tight Jongho was choking him, he couldn't think very well. Wooyoung made small sounds, small "ah"s and leaned into Jongho's hand almost until Jongho was the one holding him upright.

Jongho loosened his grip. Not enough to give him back full airflow, but just a little. Wooyoung wheezed on his breaths and bucked into his hand. He squeezed Jongho's throat a few times, weakly, still not able to focus.

"Please," Wooyoung said again. Or, rather, whispered—no, he barely made a sound, only his lips coming together to form the first consonant. But Jongho knew what he was saying.

Jongho ignored him. He stopped touching himself to close Wooyoung's hand around his throat. Wooyoung understood, thankfully, and squeezed hard. He didn't tease like Jongho, not having the brain capacity to do anything but hold a single position.

Wooyoung came hard. He spasmed and made disturbing choking sounds, the whites of his eyes showing and his veins bulging on his face. His vision went black at the peak of his orgasm, and he wouldn't have been able to breathe even if he could have. Wooyoung wished he could've passed out after, he loved it that much, but Jongho still had the mind to let go of him. Wooyoung gasped loudly and stroked himself out of his high.

Jongho, now, was almost as desperate as Wooyoung had been. But he was getting too lightheaded to be safe and pushed on Wooyoung's hand. Wooyoung, still regaining his breath, let up on him. Again, not enough for Jongho's trachea to be fully unhindered. Which Jongho wanted. He was seeing stars.

Soon, he came as hard as Wooyoung had. He clutched Wooyoung's wrist with his weak, oxygen-starved muscles. His cum reached Wooyoung's lap.

Jongho gasped and choked on it when he was finally let go. He laid back and coughed, chest heaving. Wooyoung laid by his side.

"Jongho," Wooyoung mewled.

Jongho patted around for Wooyoung's hand and draped it across his waist once he found it.

"More." Wooyoung whimpered.

Jongho gave a breathless laugh. "No."

Wooyoung whined and pressed into Jongho. They were the only ones in the group that enjoyed choking, so they had to do it with each other. Jongho didn't mind, though, he was even grateful, partly because he knew Wooyoung would go too far if he didn't have someone watching, and he was happy to monitor him. Wooyoung choked himself when he was alone, Jongho knew that, he wasn't stupid, and it worried him sometimes. Wooyoung assured him that he was safe with it, though.

"Tired." Wooyoung then said.

"Not yet." Jongho said, replying to the implication that Wooyoung wanted to sleep.

Wooyoung whined once again. Jongho made them get up and wipe off, then they stayed up and drank water and had a snack until they felt normal again. Afterwards, finally, Jongho let them sleep.

Chapter 8: Yeosang x ATEEZ

Notes:

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Sub bottom Yeosang, top Wooyoung and San and Seonghwa, dom Wooyoung and Hongjoong, implied bottom Jongho and Mingi, daddy Hongjoong, mommy Seonghwa, gangbang, body worship, cum eating (only Yeosang and Wooyoung), light bondage, oral fixation, spit, degradation, praise, light begging, multiple orgasms, aftercare

Yeosang stiffened when Mingi’s hand landed on his thigh. Mingi patted him and kept his hand there. Yeosang didn’t know why; they were watching a movie and Mingi was even on his phone. Yeosang ignored him.

He was so good at ignoring Mingi he didn’t even notice him inching his way up until Mingi squeezed his inner thigh. Yeosang sucked in a breath. He didn’t do much else, only shifting slightly and gluing his eyes to the TV.

Yeosang blushed when Hongjoong joined them on the couch. He became self-conscious of how Mingi was touching him, embarrassed by the obvious intimacy of it. They touched each other like this, Yeosang knew that, he just didn’t enjoy it as much as the others.

Hongjoong sat on the other side of Yeosang. He curled up to him, his arm behind Yeosang on the couch, their heads close, his knees almost in Yeosang’s lap. Yeosang frowned and shifted away.

“Rude.” Hongjoong mumbled, scooting closer.

Yeosang rolled his eyes and sat still. He’d only get closer to Mingi if he kept moving, anyway.

Mingi took it upon himself. He put his phone away and draped his arm behind Yeosang, switching his other hand to take the spot on his thigh. Yeosang almost felt like jumping up and sitting somewhere else.

Jongho came into the living room then. He seemed to be walking through, but paused once he saw what they were watching. He stopped behind the couch and absentmindedly began to play with Yeosang’s hair.

Yeosang was a bit more comfortable with that; at least Jongho didn't have his entire body pressed to him like Mingi and Hongjoong. Yeosang’s blush deepened as Seonghwa came into the room. He balked when Seonghwa sat on the floor next to Yeosang’s legs. There was more space on the couch and two whole other chairs. Surrounding him like this was extremely unnecessary.

Yeosang was getting warm, and not in a good way. He was overwhelmed, too many sensations on him. The only thing stopping him from leaving was the possibility of hurting their feelings. But he was uncomfortable.

Yeosang’s indecision cycle was broken when Jongho spoke: “Can I see your hands, Yeosang?”

“My hands?” Yeosang questioned, though he raised them for Jongho.

Jongho took his wrists and brought Yeosang’s knuckles to his lips to kiss. Yeosang flinched at the unexpected feeling, but Jongho held tight, surprising Yeosang even further. Jongho moved him so his elbows were bent and his hands were behind his head.

“What are you doing?” Yeosang demanded, though his confidence wilted when Mingi slid his hand to his stomach.

Mingi kept going, snaking up Yeosang’s front and stopping when he had a hold on his jaw. He turned Yeosang’s head to him and said, “Do you want us to stop?”

Yeosang scanned his face. He realized what was happening now, but this wasn’t how they usually went about it. They didn’t even usually play in groups. Yeosang took a while to answer. The build-up had made him nervous, embarrassed by all the skinship. He took so long to reply that Jongho had lost his certainty and his grip on him loosened.

Yeosang shook his head. He hadn’t looked away from Mingi during that time, not making eye contact but glancing around his face and body, and hadn’t noticed Seonghwa move. He jumped when Seonghwa set his hands on his knees, kneeling in front of him.

“It’s just me, baby. Why are you nervous?” Seonghwa asked. He spread Yeosang’s legs barely a centimeter.

“I’m not.” Yeosang lied.

Hongjoong placed his hand on Yeosang’s left pec. “Your heart’s beating so fast, though. Don’t you trust us?”

“I do.” Yeosang blurted. He didn’t know where Hongjoong got that idea. He never has and never will be scared of them. They knew what he liked in bed. And they knew what they were doing to him right now; Yeosang was sure they planned this.

“Then calm down. Let us take care of you.” Seonghwa told him. He opened Yeosang’s legs a bit more.

Yeosang took a breath and nodded. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back to rest on the couch. He twitched when Jongho kissed his forehead, not because he didn’t want it but because he hadn’t seen it coming. He opened his eyes and tried to move his hands to touch some part of Jongho, maybe clutch his shirt, but Jongho held fast to his wrists. Yeosang’s brow furrowed. Why was he being restrained?

Yeosang looked back down and realized how much Seonghwa had spread his legs in those few moments. Seonghwa fit in between them, his hands sneaking up his thighs. Yeosang could feel his gaze on him while he inched down his sweatpants, but Yeosang kept his eyes on his hands, not wanting any more surprises.

Of course, though, that wasn’t possible.

Wooyoung and Yunho walked in together. Yeosang cringed away a tiny bit, hitting Seonghwa’s shoulders with his knees and sitting up a millimeter. He was nervous still—the feeling never left—and he didn’t know why. Because they haven’t played altogether in a long time? That was true, but it’s not like they’ve never done it before. Because all the focus was on him? Yes, that part was worrying him. This is something they’ve never done. Why him?

The two paused mid-step, and Yeosang felt bad about it. He wanted them, really. He just would've been more comfortable if they hadn't bombarded him like this.

“Why does he look scared?” Yunho asked quietly.

The others paused, too. Yeosang internally panicked. He bit his lip and tilted his head back again, his eyes shut. He gave a small thrust into Seonghwa’s hand. He was hard now, and his clothes didn’t hide it at all.

“Are you scared?” Mingi asked.

Yeosang shook his head hard.

“Are you okay?” Hongjoong asked.

Yeosang nodded, though less enthusiastic. “A lot.” He whispered, his sentence half-formed because his thoughts weren’t fully formed either.

“We can slow down.” Seonghwa said. “Some of us can go away. Do you want that?”

Yeosang took a moment to think. No, he liked all of them here. He was anxious, sure, this was new and sudden, but he felt loved at the same time. He wanted San, too. Where was he?

Yeosang shook his head. He agreed with Seonghwa’s first suggestion, though, and murmured, “Slow.”

“Of course, honey. Can we lay you down?” Seonghwa asked.

Yeosang pursed his lips and nodded. He assumed they were going to take him to a bed, but instead Mingi and Hongjoong stood and they stretched him across the couch. Jongho had to let go of him, and he went to hold his wrists again when Yeosang got into his new position, but Yeosang hesitated to let him. He’s never tried any sort of bondage himself and has never witnessed any of them do it. Jongho accepted his decision without a word and took a step back. Yeosang realized he missed it. He held out his hands for Jongho. Jongho smiled and restrained him again. He was standing behind Yeosang’s head at the arm of the couch, Yeosang’s arms up and his hands at Jongho’s chest.

Seonghwa continued to tug his pants down. He knelt on the floor next to his hip, and Hongjoong was beside him, and Wooyoung was kneeling, too, by his head. Yeosang took deep breaths.

Yeosang closed his eyes when his cockhead was exposed. He grunted weakly when Seonghwa kissed it. Hongjoong groped his thigh. He was warm again, but now in a good way. His anxiety was washing away, albeit slowly. San popped into his mind again.

“You’re late.”

Yeosang opened his eyes. San was finally here. He stepped next to Jongho.

“I didn’t see your text.” San replied. Quietly, he told Jongho hi and pecked his cheek.

Text. Of course. That’s what Mingi was doing on his phone. How else would they have known to gang up on Yeosang like this?

Mingi rolled his eyes. He was standing behind Hongjoong, petting his hair.

“Shouldn’t we be in a room?” San questioned.

Yeosang’s breath hitched when Seonghwa sucked on his cockhead. He wasn’t entirely out of his clothes yet.

“We need to be gentle with him.” Jongho advised quietly.

“You’ve handcuffed him.” San pointed out.

Yeosang fought a smirk.

“He wants it.” Jongho assured him.

“Do you want to go to a room?” Wooyoung asked. He set his hand on Yeosang’s chest.

Yeosang nodded. Jongho helped him sit up and Seonghwa tugged his pants back up. Multiple hands helped him stand, then it seemed like all seven of them were touching him in some way as they walked to a bedroom. Yeosang welcomed it. He was feeling small now, like he’d be lost if they stopped telling him what to do. Or, he’d be lost if they didn’t start telling him what to do. He was tired of making decisions.

Yeosang’s limbs were shaky as he climbed on the bed. It was Mingi’s; his bed was the biggest as he had his own room. Yeosang sat on his calves and waited for them to do something.

"What do you want, angel? We'll do whatever you want." Seonghwa said.

Yeosang looked at them. They were circled around the bed, seven pairs of eyes locked on him. Yeosang felt like prey. He scooted a few inches back.

"You pick." He mumbled.

San got on the bed with him. He cupped Yeosang's face and said, "Hey, what's up? You seem so nervous. Were they mean to you? We don't have to do this, baby. We won't be mad. Just say the word."

Yeosang shook his head slightly. He pecked San's lips before he spoke. "Not mean. I want it. Just scary. Overwhelming."

"Yeah? We can go slow. You can kick everybody out but one or two. We just want to make you feel good. We want to do everything we can to make you feel good." San told him.

Yeosang's tummy and chest were hot. He felt loved. He kissed San again, a bit longer than last time.

"I'm afraid I won't be good enough for you." Yeosang whispered.

Yes, that was it. Yeosang vocalized it as it came to him. The focus on him, the fact that it was all of them, how much Yeosang could tell they wanted this. It was pressuring. What if he couldn't do what they wanted? What if they had planned the whole thing and he didn't act how he was supposed to? What if they didn't enjoy their time with him? The possibility of being a disappointment made him want to cry.

"Hey, hey, no. No . Don't think like that. We love you, Yeosang. We love you and we love everything you do. You are good enough. Right?" San turned to the others, continuing with, "Whatever he does tonight, we'll love, right? He'll make us proud no matter what, yeah?"

They answered with a chorus of "yes" and "of course" and "we love you." Yeosang smiled slightly. He pressed his forehead to San's, then San squeezed his cheeks and kissed him. Yeosang grinned.

"Still up for it?" San asked.

Yeosang nodded. He kissed San once more, harder this time. San broke away and began to change positions, and in that moment, Yeosang met everyone's eyes again, and no longer felt like they were about to pounce. San moved to sit against the headboard and put Yeosang in his lap. San held him close, his front to Yeosang's back.

The others got on the bed. It got crowded quickly, but Yeosang didn't care. He wanted them closer, actually.

"What do you want, baby?" Seonghwa asked again.

"You pick." Yeosang repeated.

"Sangie," San started, lips on his ear.

"I don't want to think anymore." Yeosang announced.

They paused. In the silence, Yeosang's anxiety came back to him. He then saw Seonghwa smile.

"Okay. We can help with that." Seonghwa said.

Yeosang shut his eyes when they began to close in on him. Hands slid up his thighs and to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down. His underwear came with. One of them held his hand. Another groped his bicep. San was kissing his neck.

Another pair of lips landed on his cock. Yeosang gasped and bucked into the feeling. He opened his eyes, and Yunho was on him. He took Yeosang's dick down his throat with ease. Yeosang squirmed, both hands making a fist—one in the sheets and the other squeezing a hand. Yeosang looked, and it was Jongho that was holding him.

They made eye contact. Jongho raised Yeosang's hand to his mouth and kissed his fingers. Yeosang watched, transfixed. His jaw dropped when Jongho took two of his fingers into his mouth. He was deliciously warm and wet inside. Yunho sucked hard on his cockhead, making Yeosang's brow furrow and his head drop back on San's shoulder.

"Look at him," Hongjoong said, voice full of adoration, "He's so sensitive."

San took the opportunity to dive into Yeosang's neck, kissing and sucking and licking. Yeosang whined.

"So pretty." Wooyoung murmured.

Yeosang couldn't. He just couldn't. Jongho was still tasting him, San was sucking out hickeys, and Yunho was drinking up his precum. He already knew he couldn't last.

His eyes rolled back in his head when San bit him and Yunho deepthroated him at the same time. He couldn't. Yeosang tore his hand away from Jongho to sit himself up, causing both San and Yunho to shoot off of him at the sudden movement. Yeosang squeezed his eyes shut and breathed heavily. He hid his face in San's neck and whimpered. He squirmed, his legs rubbing together.

They were quiet. Yeosang managed to ignore it, focusing on calming down and slowing the fasttrack his orgasm was on. He wasn't finishing this early.

"You can cum, sweetie." Yunho chuckled. "Just relax. Don't hold back."

Yeosang shook his head. Cumming meant dealing with the stupid refractory period. His, he noticed, wasn't very long, thankfully, but he still didn't like it. Especially if they were all wanting to play with him.

"Okay, then. What do you want to do now?" Yunho asked.

"Wanna help us, baby boy?" San asked.

Yeosang nodded. He peeled open his eyes and waited for someone to position him. Soon, Mingi was kneeling and Yeosang was sitting on his calves in front of him. He pawed at Mingi's clothes as he pushed them down as if that helped him in any way. Yeosang took his cock into his mouth. He was big, and Yeosang had a small mouth, so he used his hand on more than half of him. Mingi pet his hair.

Yeosang's hand was taken and lifted, being set on someone's dick. Yeosang opened his eyes to find Hongjoong kneeling next to Mingi. Yeosang pumped him as best as his distracted mind could.

Wooyoung took the spot on the other side, and now Yeosang was jerking off him and Hongjoong while blowing Mingi. This was better, Yeosang liked this. He was still the center of attention, but at least now there was a reason.

Mingi gripped Yeosang's hair. Yeosang looked up at him, lips barely getting past his cockhead.

"Fuck. God , you're so pretty." Mingi hissed.

Yeosang's heart bloomed with warmth.

"Such a good boy for us." Wooyoung said with a pat to Yeosang's head.

Yeosang mewled at the name. Good boy. That's all he ever wanted to be. He made eye contact with Wooyoung now, paying more attention to him, hoping, trying so hard, to be good for him. Wooyoung smiled at him, eyes warm.

When Hongjoong wrapped his hand around Yeosang's, he realized he'd nearly forgotten about him. Yeosang pumped him quickly. Hongjoong grinned, eyes also warm and loving and pure.

Yeosang popped off of Mingi for the first time. He'd been breathing through his nose, but needed a reset. He breathed deeply and continued to stroke Wooyoung and Hongjoong.

Mingi began to touch himself. "Can I?" he asked.

Yeosang nodded. He opened his mouth. He gasped when someone slid up behind him, curling their hand around his dick. Yeosang's hands faltered on Wooyoung and Hongjoong.

"Cum for us, baby, please. I wanna see it so bad." Yunho whispered in his ear. He nipped at the lobe.

Yeosang moaned and slumped into Yunho's embrace. He tried to keep going for Wooyoung and Hongjoong, but wasn't able to. Yunho had apparently lubed his hand, and the soft slickness of his strokes made Yeosang's whole body throb. It didn't help that Yunho towered over him, enveloping him close to completely and making Yeosang feel safe. He felt safe to cum, the consequences nowhere near his mind.

So he came. He shook in Yunho's arms and his moan turned silent. He flinched when something landed on his face, then remembered Mingi and widened his mouth for him. Mingi tilted his head by his hair and aimed for his tongue.

Yeosang started to whine when Yunho continued to touch him after his high had dropped off. He gripped Yunho's wrist and pulled him away. Yunho instead clutched his waist, his mouth still on Yeosang's neck. The last few drops of Mingi's cum landed on Yeosang's cheek. Yeosang licked his lips and swallowed.

Yeosang felt Mingi drop to sit down. He kept his eyes closed and took deep breaths. Before Yeosang could even think about what to do next, Wooyoung grabbed his head and dragged his tongue across his face. Wooyoung ordered Yunho to move, and the intensity of his voice made Yeosang shiver. Wooyoung pushed Yeosang to his back and straddled him. He cleaned Yeosang's face of Mingi's cum. He was rough with it, ignoring Yeosang's features, panting through it. He kissed Yeosang once he was done, and he'd swallowed by then, but Yeosang could still taste it on him.

"Look at me." Wooyoung said.

Yeosang's eyes fluttered open. Wooyoung didn't say anything. He merely smiled and kissed him once more before sitting up. Yeosang yelped when he sat on his cock.

"Oh, sorry, baby." Wooyoung said, climbing off of him. He pulled off Yeosang's pants and underwear, which didn't help Yeosang at all right now, but he didn't fight it.

"Come here, sweetie. Do you need a break?" Seonghwa asked, sitting Yeosang up and getting behind him just like San and Yunho had done. Yeosang found he really liked sitting like this.

Yeosang nodded. Seonghwa wrapped his arms around Yeosang and pressed their heads together.

"Does baby want to watch? San and Jongho were having fun." Seonghwa told him.

Yeosang stretched to see the two just out of his line of sight, and Seonghwa turned them for a better view. Jongho was on his back, legs spread and San two fingers deep in his hole. They were kissing and were loud about it.

Yeosang whined. "Pretty." He whispered.

Seonghwa kissed his cheek. "Yes, angel. Once you want them back on you just say so."

Yeosang was fine with this being more of an orgy than a gangbang, so didn't think he'd listen to Seonghwa's suggestion. He hummed, though, and continued to watch. There was movement out of the corner of his eye, and Yeosang looked to see Hongjoong and Mingi kissing.

"Pretty." Yeosang said again.

Wooyoung was in front of him, and he smiled and squeezed Yeosang's knee.

"You're pretty too, you know that?" Seonghwa asked.

Yeosang nodded, distracted. He was back on San and Jongho. Yunho was with them now, and he brought Jongho's leg up to kiss from his foot to his knee, then jumped to San's shoulder. He sank his teeth into San's neck. San's musical moan made Yeosang's skin tingle.

"Do you want to bottom for us, sweet boy?" Seonghwa asked. Yeosang nodded. "Do you want to top?"

After a second, Yeosang shook his head. That was energy he didn't have.

"Okay. How many of us do you want?"

Yeosang switched to Hongjoong and Mingi. Mingi was jerking Hongjoong off now. Mingi pushed Hongjoong to lay down, maintaining their kiss. Hongjoong squirmed and moaned underneath him.

"I don't know." Yeosang mumbled.

"Can you think for me, please? We can't make this decision for you, it's too important. Just say a number and we'll figure out the rest." Seonghwa said.

"I want you." Yeosang said quietly.

"Only me?"

Yeosang looked at Wooyoung. He was still there, listening and waiting patiently. "And Wooyoung."

Wooyoung smiled. And leaned and kissed Yeosang's forehead.

"Jongho." Yeosang finished.

"I don't think Jongho tops very often, sweetheart. I'll need to ask him." Seonghwa told him.

Yeosang pouted. Wooyoung saw, and he crawled into Yeosang's lap to kiss him. "It'll be okay, baby. You still have us. Do you want someone else if Jongho doesn't want to?" 

Yeosang kept kissing as he thought. They were soft and slow. Without moving away, he said, "San."

"Okay, angel. If Jongho says yes, do you want both of them?" Wooyoung asked.

Yeosang shook his head. "Jongho."

"Okay. Let me go ask." Wooyoung said, and with one more kiss, he moved away.

Yeosang turned in Seonghwa's lap to face him. They wrapped their arms around each other and Yeosang nuzzled into the crook of his neck. After orgasm, Yeosang was, for the most part, sex repulsed until he was able to get aroused again. He could watch, but didn't want to be touched at all. That's why he usually didn't do second rounds. He appreciated sitting with Seonghwa like this. He needed it. Seonghwa always knew what he needed without even being told.

Yeosang wanted to know how Wooyoung's conversation with Jongho and San was going. Yunho was listening too, probably. Yeosang didn't feel bad about picking some over the others. They each had their strengths. If they were going to pamper him like this, he'd might as well take advantage of it.

Wooyoung appeared behind Seonghwa and brushed his fingers through Yeosang's hair so he'd look at him.

"Jongho says no, baby. San, Seonghwa, and I are okay?" Wooyoung said.

Yeosang nodded. Perfectly okay. He leaned to kiss him, pressing closer to Seonghwa to reach him. Wooyoung laughed and met him in the middle.

"Tell us when you're ready." Wooyoung told him.

Yeosang nodded. His eyes widened when hands slipped onto his shoulders. He was pulled back into someone else's embrace, still sitting in Seonghwa's lap but his back pressed to their chest.

"Sorry, Sangie. Maybe another time." Jongho murmured.

"Don't say sorry." Yeosang replied. He was exposed in this position. He still had his shirt on, so he tugged it down to cover his cock.

Jongho slid his hands to Yeosang's tummy. He pushed Yeosang's shirt back up a little bit, and Yeosang didn't know if it was accidental or not. He realized it was on purpose when Jongho snaked his hands under Yeosang's shirt and up to his pecs. He thumbed at his nipples. Yeosang whined.

"He might not be ready again, Jongho." Seonghwa warned.

Jongho paused.

Yeosang shook his head. "Ready."

Jongho pinched his nipples, making Yeosang whimper. His cock twitched back to life, and it was a tiny bit painful. His hips bucked into nothing.

"Want mommy to touch you?" Seonghwa asked.

Yeosang bit his lip, his brow knitting together. He nodded hastily. Seonghwa wrapped his hand around Yeosang's cock and gave a light squeeze. Yeosang whined, pushing back into Jongho's chest. But Jongho was strong. He was sturdy. He kept Yeosang upright. He rolled Yeosang's nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, making Yeosang's noises louder.

Hongjoong scooted up to Yeosang. He touched his belly like Jongho had, going up to his chest and stopping at the base of his neck. "Off." He ordered.

Jongho did it for him. He sat Yeosang up and pulled off his shirt. Yeosang leaned on Jongho again, and Jongho held his waist. His hands were warm and comforting.

"Daddy can touch you too?" Hongjoong asked, his hand hovering over Yeosang's cock.

Yeosang nodded. Hongjoong helped Seonghwa stroke, focusing on his head. Yeosang squirmed. Hongjoong dipped down and spat on him for lube. Yeosang moaned openly, his hands clenching by his sides. Jongho went back to his nipples. Yeosang went pliant, the euphoria making his head fuzzy.

"Daddy can finger you?" Hongjoong asked.

Yeosang gave a weak "uh huh." They moved him to lay on his back in the middle of the bed. The focus was back on him, everybody circled around him. Hongjoong was passed the lube and he gently pushed Yeosang's legs out of the way. Yeosang kept his eyes down, shy. Hongjoong held his thigh and eased a slick finger into his hole.

Yeosang bit his lip and rested his head on the bed. Mingi was closest to him, and he grabbed his hand to hold. Mingi squeezed him.

"Can I help, too?" Yunho asked.

Yeosang nodded. Instead of Hongjoong adding a second finger, Yunho added one of his own. Yeosang whimpered. It felt different, it felt weird, having independent parts moving inside him. He didn't hate it.

One of them squeezed in another finger, and Yeosang squeaked and clenched Mingi's hand.

"Slower?" Mingi asked.

Yeosang nodded. The third finger was removed. Yeosang thinks they tried to make it up to him, because they moved around until they found the spot that made Yeosang moan. They stayed on his prostate, thankfully not too intense, and Yeosang began to grind into them. He didn't know what to do with his other hand now. He settled on holding Mingi's with both of his and pressing Mingi to his mouth. And licked and nipped at him.

Mingi caressed Yeosang's face with his free hand and kissed his forehead. "You're so cute." He whispered.

Yeosang ignored him. Mingi's hand muffled his moans. More hands landed on him, seemingly from all of the others, on his stomach and chest and legs. It was hard to stay focused, to stay in the present, when he was surrounded by good sensations. The tension released in his body. All he could do was whimper.

"Ready for more?" Hongjoong asked.

Yeosang didn't feel like answering. He felt good enough at the moment.

Mingi leaned down to him. "Ready, baby? You need to be stretched so it doesn't hurt."

Yeosang gave a weak nod. They added a third finger. He was okay now, especially since they stayed on his prostate. Yeosang slipped one of Mingi's fingers into his mouth, drooling on him. In a short while, a fourth finger was inside him. He was squirming on them.

Yeosang whined when Hongjoong and Yunho left him. There was shuffling and quiet conversation. Yeosang whined louder when Mingi left him, too.

"You're okay, honey. Who do you want first?" San asked him. He was at Yeosang's side.

"Don't care." Yeosang mumbled.

More hushed talking.

"Want it on your back like this?" Wooyoung asked.

Yeosang opened his eyes to see Wooyoung between his legs, holding his thighs. Yeosang merely nodded. He was tired now. He was hoping they'd fuck him so good he'd pass out. Fuck him and make him cum seamlessly, making him succumb to the euphoria and giving him a relieving, satisfying climax, one that wasn't a big ordeal.

Wooyoung pressed his cock inside him. Yeosang groaned. This was better than the fingers, fuller and bigger and warmer. The thought of a condom flashed through Yeosang's mind. He hadn't seen Wooyoung put one on. Although his eyes have been closed nearly this whole time.

"Cum in me?" Yeosang asked, brain as muddled as ever.

Jongho was next to him now. "What, baby?"

"Cum?" Yeosang tried again.

"You want to cum?" Jongho asked.

Wooyoung paused. Yeosang shook his head, pouting, whining petulantly. He watched Jongho look to the others, hands gesturing like he was asking for help.

Wooyoung leaned down to him. "Shh, sweet boy. What do you need?"

Yeosang kissed him. This was becoming more effort than it was worth. In his annoyance, he managed to speak a full sentence. "Are you cumming inside me?"

Wooyoung's eyes darted around his face. "I have a condom. Do you want me to take it off?"

Yeosang shook his head. That's what he wanted. Wooyoung looked confused. Yeosang left it at that, taking Wooyoung's face and kissing him. Thankfully, Wooyoung didn't push, and he gradually returned to thrusting. Yeosang moaned into his mouth.

"Sound so pretty." Wooyoung breathed.

He sat up, leaving Yeosang to moan openly as he continued to fuck him. Yeosang's hands were resting near his head, his fingers twitching as pleasure coursed through him. On the opposite side of Jongho, someone took Yeosang's hand and rubbed his palm with their thumb. Yeosang opened his eyes to see it was Mingi. Yeosang made eye contact but couldn't do anything besides moan. Mingi's brow was furrowed, his bottom lip between his teeth.

Jongho caught Yeosang's attention by dipping down to him. He asked, "Want it in your mouth?"

Jongho was jerking off. Yeosang quickly nodded. Before Jongho had even positioned himself over him, his mouth was open. Once Jongho was above him, Yeosang ran frantic hands all over his body. He was still clothed, only his cock pulled out, and Yeosang didn't like that. He pushed Jongho's shirt up as much as he could. Jongho didn't take it off but held it up with one hand as his other stroked himself onto Yeosang's tongue. Yeosang felt around Jongho's front, loving the feel and look of him, then paused on his waist when Jongho's load landed in his mouth. Wooyoung had found his prostate at the same time. Yeosang gave a throaty moan and his legs wavered. He squeezed Jongho's waist tightly.

After Jongho had finished and moved away, Yeosang didn't have the breath in him to close his mouth and swallow. His back arched off the bed, his tummy full and cock throbbing. Wooyoung leaned back down to him and licked up the places where Jongho had missed.

Wooyoung then spit it in Yeosang's mouth and demanded, "Swallow."

Yeosang whined and did what he was told. He panted afterwards; Wooyoung was still fucking him hard. Yeosang stuck his tongue out like he was waiting for something else.

Wooyoung chuckled. He grabbed Yeosang's jaw and spat into his mouth once more. "Filthy." He muttered.

Yeosang swallowed with a groan. In the back of his mind, he knew the others were still there, but he couldn't process it at this time. He could only feel Wooyoung, touch Wooyoung, think of Wooyoung.

Wooyoung rested his head next to Yeosang's. "Gonna cum." He breathed.

Yeosang mewled. He couldn't stop it, though. Wooyoung came with a few hard thrusts, moaning into Yeosang's ear. Yeosang was breathing deeply. He felt exposed when Wooyoung sat up, the weight and warmth leaving him.

Wooyoung pulled out. Yeosang set down and closed his legs. He was cold now. The lube was cooling on him and it didn't feel good.

"Are you okay, Sangie?" Mingi asked, petting his hair.

Yeosang had forgotten Mingi was there. He nodded.

"Need a break or do you want to keep going?" Mingi continued.

Yeosang blinked a few times. He was a little thirsty.

"Water." He mumbled.

They moved before he even finished the word. He kept his gaze on Mingi as someone else left the room. Mingi smiled at him and pet his hair. Then, Yeosang was made to sit up, and Hongjoong slowly tipped a cup of water into Yeosang's mouth. Yeosang took a few long drinks. Yeosang kissed Hongjoong once he lowered the cup.

Hongjoong grinned. He kissed him back, and Hongjoong liked to use tongue, so he licked across Yeosang's lips. He liked to tease too, though, so that was the extent of his "kiss."

"You're precious." Hongjoong whispered.

Yeosang wanted a proper kiss, but Hongjoong and moved to set the cup on the nightstand. Yeosang pouted. He noticed Hongjoong was one of the few that was fully naked. Hongjoong was still hard, too, and that got Yeosang thinking. Who had finished so far? Wooyoung, Jongho, and Mingi. Yeosang still needed to help Hongjoong, Yunho, Seonghwa, and San. He'd feel terrible if either of them didn't cum by the end of this.

"Ready?" Seonghwa asked, kneeling in front of him.

Yeosang nodded, distracted. Seonghwa and San would cum from fucking him. What about the others? How could Yeosang help them? He could blow one of them again. He could be spit roasted.

"Can I put you on your hands and knees?" Seonghwa asked.

Yeosang hummed and nodded. He turned around, a little shaky, but before he could get into position, he waved Hongjoong over.

"Joongie," Yeosang called, patting the space in front of him. He was closer than Yunho. Plus, his dick was smaller, and Yeosang felt good when he could properly blow somebody.

Hongjoong's eyes widened in surprise. He did what Yeosang wanted, though. Yeosang wrapped his hand around Hongjoong's cock. He arched his back for Seonghwa and waited.

Seonghwa took a moment longer than Yeosang was expecting, and it made him realize how many eyes were on him. Yeosang was shameless by now, but what he was doing came rushing back to him in between scenes: when they were pausing and nobody was distracted. Yeosang dropped his head to hide from them.

Thankfully, Seonghwa hurried up. He pushed in easily. Yeosang's jaw dropped. He lowered to his elbows and kissed the tip of Hongjoong's cock. Hongjoong gripped Yeosang's hair. He was tight with it, not painful but not as gentle as some of the others have been. Yeosang didn't mind.

He didn't mind when Hongjoong began to move him, either. Although it was a bit unnecessary with how Seonghwa's thrusts were already jolting him. Hongjoong utilized the rhythm, pushing Yeosang deeper when Seonghwa fucked into him. Yeosang was glad Hongjoong was conscious of his gag reflex and never pushed him too deep.

"Don't hurt him." Seonghwa warned.

"I won't." Hongjoong said, and his tone was sweet, but something about it made Yeosang shiver.

"You were mean, too, Wooyoung." Seonghwa accused.

"He liked it , Seonghwa. We dom differently. It's fine." Wooyoung retorted.

Yeosang smiled slightly. They were cute. Seonghwa thrusted hard, probably annoyed, and Yeosang yelped. Seonghwa was right on his prostate, not letting up, fucking hard and fast, and it hurt, it was too much, Yeosang fell off of Hongjoong and pressed his forehead to his thigh to breathe. Or, try to breathe. He cringed in on himself and whimpered.

Hongjoong guided him back to his cock. Yeosang tongued and kissed at the length of it, but was panting and shaking. He couldn't focus.

"Gonna cum?" Hongjoong asked, petting his hair.

Yeosang shook his head. He wished. He needed to touch himself for that. He reached his hand to his cock.

Hongjoong gripped his hair painfully. "That wasn't permission."

Yeosang dragged his hand back up. Seonghwa had strayed from his prostate, which Yeosang was thankful for. He got back up on his elbows, ignoring the trembling. He took Hongjoong's cock in his mouth.

Yeosang was trying to ignore it, but he was exhausted. He was getting tired and sore. He needed a break, yet wanted to finish Seonghwa and Hongjoong beforehand.

"Mommy—mommy please ," Yeosang whimpered.

Seonghwa immediately slowed. He urged Yeosang to sit up, holding him to his chest.

"Yeah, baby? What is it?" Seonghwa asked.

Yeosang quivered as Seonghwa gave small thrusts. He almost collapsed, but Seonghwa held fast.

"Cum in me." Yeosang sighed.

"I have a condom too, honey. I'm not taking it off, I'm sorry." Seonghwa told him, lips on his neck.

Yeosang whined. They didn't understand. He didn't want their cum inside him, he just wanted them to cum from being inside him. Yeosang supposed he couldn't blame them. He's been fucked-out and intelligible for a while.

" Cum. " Yeosang tried again.

"You're telling me what to do, now?" Seonghwa teased.

Yeosang had to be more straightforward. He was still quiet, though, when he spoke to Seonghwa, not wanting the others to get worried. "Please, mommy, quickly. I'm tired."

Before Seonghwa could ask questions, Yeosang dropped back to his elbows. He arched his back so Seonghwa knew he was still consenting.

"In my mouth, daddy." Yeosang said, setting Hongjoong's cockhead on his tongue.

Thankfully, Seonghwa listened. He fucked hard, getting himself close. Hongjoong jerked himself off. Soon, they were both cumming, only moments apart. Yeosang ate what he could of Hongjoong's load, though he was shaking again. Before Yeosang could collapse to his side, Hongjoong wiped off his face with his thumbs. Finally, graciously, they left him and Yeosang was able to lay down.

"We can stop now, sweetheart. We won't be mad if we stop it here." Seonghwa told him, a little out of breath.

Yeosang shook his head. He just needed a break. He hasn't even cum yet. He wanted water again. He said the word, weak but loud enough. Without opening his eyes, he let himself be sat up and someone gave him a few drinks from his cup. Yeosang rubbed his face.

He opened his eyes and looked around. They all looked expectant. Yeosang managed to ignore the pressure and set his gaze on Yunho.

"Yuyu," Yeosang said, stretching out his hand for him.

Yunho quickly shuffled over to him. Yeosang got in his lap, like he has with most of them by now, but sitting sideways and curled into his chest. Yunho rested his head on Yeosang's and rocked them side to side.

"Stop. I don't wanna fall asleep." Yeosang mumbled.

Yunho chuckled. Yeosang felt his vibrations in his chest. "Sorry. You can rest for as long as you need to. Don't rush yourself."

Yeosang hummed. He felt the others slowly pick up movement and conversation. Yeosang tried to listen in. He was curious.

"San, if he can't last, will you be okay?" Seonghwa questioned. "I think Jongho or Mingi would be open to bottoming."

"I'll be okay. Wooyoung can jerk me off."

Wooyoung scoffed. "You didn't even ask first. You—"

They went quiet, and Yeosang assumed San shut him up somehow (most likely with a kiss). Yeosang shifted to the other trio's conversation.

"I didn't know he liked swallowing that much." Mingi commented.

"I didn't know you could last that short." Hongjoong replied.

"Hey! I can go again. I'll go as many times as he wants me to." Mingi told him.

"Do you want to go again?" Jongho asked lowly.

Another bout of silence. Yeosang knew what was happening without opening his eyes.

"How are you, sleepy boy?" Yunho asked.

Yeosang hummed. He was exactly what Yunho called him: sleepy. He was sore. His hole felt raw and his legs ached. Despite that, he wanted more. He needed to be good for them.

"That wasn't an answer, baby." Yunho murmured, lips on the top of Yeosang's head.

"I just need a few more minutes." Yeosang muttered.

"Okay." Yunho whispered.

But now Yeosang felt bad. They were relying on him for their pleasure and he was refusing them.

"I'm sorry." Yeosang mumbled.

"What? Why? Don't say that. For taking a break? You're okay, baby. We're not mad. Don't be sorry. It's good that you stopped us. We want you to do that. We're proud of you." Yunho rambled.

Yeosang hummed. That made him feel better. Yunho sounded so sincere. Yunho hugged his head and kissed the top of it. Yeosang leaned into the warmth.

"Have I been good for you?" Yeosang asked.

"Oh, of course, angel. That's not a question. You're always so good for us. Right?" Yunho addressed the others, "Our baby's been treating us well?"

They were doing their own things, but once they were invited into the conversation, all agreed with Yunho. Yeosang grinned. A few of them cooed at him.

Yeosang blushed and hid his face in Yunho's shoulder. He turned around and looped his arms around Yunho's neck, still hiding. Yunho chuckled and hugged him. Yeosang pressed close. They were both half hard. Yeosang slid his hand down Yunho's chest to take a hold of their cocks. He had his forehead on Yunho's shoulder, looking down at them.

"You can take as long as you need, honey." Yunho told him.

Yeosang hummed a no. "It was hurting. This is fine."

"Hurting? Did you stop us as soon as you could? You need to do that. We never want you to hurt."

Yeosang kissed him to try to calm him down. "It's okay, baby. I'm okay. I'm okay now."

Yunho didn't seem very convinced, but kissed him back. Yeosang looked down again and continued to stroke them together. He palmed at their cockheads, and Yunho gave a shaky sigh.

"I want you to cum. Please." Yeosang whispered.

"I will, sweetie." Yunho chuckled. "You want to do it for me?"

Yeosang hummed a yes. "Want it so bad." He breathed, their lips still touching.

Yunho smiled. "So good for us, yeah? So considerate. I love you, you know that?"

Yeosang whined, getting shy again. He kissed Yunho to shut him up. He pumped their cocks faster. They moaned into each other's mouths, and Yeosang was nearly drooling. He was trying to kiss through his heavy breathing, and he was getting everything wet with his spit. At times, Yunho would lick into his mouth, so Yeosang didn't think he minded.

" Cum , Yuyu." Yeosang demanded. Part of him just wanted to check him off the list, but most of him was ready and eager to be fucked again. He didn't want to wait anymore.

Yunho laughed. "I will , I promise. I just need a bit more."

With that, Yunho replaced Yeosang's hand with his own. Yeosang whined. He wanted to be the one to do it. Yeosang pushed his hand away and stroked Yunho's dick. If he continued to touch himself, he didn't think he'd last very long for San.

"You need to do it?" Yunho questioned. He took Yeosang's jaw and made him look at him.

Yeosang didn't know why that was a big deal. He glared at Yunho and pumped faster. Yunho's face twitched with pleasure, his stare faltering. He bit his lip and bucked into Yeosang's hand.

"More." Yunho whispered.

Yeosang kissed him. He held the base of his cock with one hand and stroked the head with his other. Yunho groaned, and he moved to Yeosang's neck. Yeosang whined as he sucked and licked at the sensitive skin. Finally, Yunho came into Yeosang's hand. He bit Yeosang's shoulder, thankfully not too hard, but Yeosang knew he left a mark. Yunho hugged him and took deep breaths.

"Thank you." Yeosang said. He kissed behind Yunho's ear.

Yunho chuckled and pecked his lips before moving away. Yeosang cleaned off his hand with his tongue. A silence settled, and Yeosang realized they were watching him. He licked up the last of it, his eyes wide and glancing around them. He didn't know he was putting on a show.

"Ready?" San asked. His gaze was hungry.

Yeosang nodded eagerly. He let San move him to lay on his back. San pushed his legs to his chest, and it made Yeosang's hips ache, but he ignored it. With a generous amount of lube (and a condom; Yeosang finally saw it being put on), San pressed his cock into Yeosang's hole. Yeosang sighed, relieved and satisfied, feeling like he was whole again.

San started out slow. Yeosang surveyed the others. Some were touching themselves or someone else, but most were just watching. It was still nerve-wracking, but Yeosang found he enjoyed it more than he did at the start of this. He locked eyes with San when he leaned over him.

"Did you like how Jongho was holding you?" San asked, circling his hands around Yeosang's wrists.

Yeosang nodded, biting his lip. He was brought back to the beginning, on the couch with Mingi and Hongjoong. Then Jongho and Seonghwa. Then Wooyoung and Yunho and finally San. Them surrounding him, ganging up on him, everything planned and their actions meticulous and their minds on the same goal. The goal of breaking Yeosang. If this was what being broken felt like, Yeosang would miss it when it was gone.

San tightened his grip and pinned him to the bed. He thrusted sharply, suddenly, making Yeosang yelp. He whined as San kept going. He kept eye contact, loving the ferocity in San's gaze. And Yeosang loved being the object of that gaze. He felt sexy. He knew how he looked. He knew what he was doing to San.

"God, fuck. Look at him." San hissed. He sat up, but kept Yeosang's wrists, holding them between them to help him thrust.

Hongjoong was next to him. He pet Yeosang's hair, eyes full of adoration. Yeosang could only look at him. He wanted to touch him, maybe jerk him off, but couldn't with his restraints. He wasn't sure if he liked the helplessness or not. Hongjoong leaned down to kiss him. Yeosang twisted into it as much as he could, trying to keep Hongjoong closer and deeper. His hands twitched under San's grip.

Hongjoong touched the tip of Yeosang's dick. Yeosang jerked in surprise. Hongjoong pumped him, slow with a firm grasp. Yeosang couldn't stop himself from grinding into him. Hongjoong didn't do anything. He stayed with his teasing strokes. Yeosang bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Was it normal to feel like crying during sex?

"Take him. He's squirming too much." San announced, tossing Yeosang's hands to the sides.

Before Yeosang could even think about moving, he was snatched up. Hongjoong took one hand and knelt on it. It didn't hurt, the bed was pliable enough, but with how close it was to his body Yeosang couldn't move his arm in a way to free himself. Couldn't move at all, really. He supposed that was the point. On his other side, Jongho held his hand. When Yeosang twitched, Jongho clutched his wrist. Yeosang whimpered.

"There. So pretty." San muttered. He held Yeosang's thighs and fucked hard.

Yeosang's eyes rolled back in his head. He couldn't. His orgasm was building up, and he wanted to stop it, but couldn't. He laid limp. It was happening, what he wanted was happening, an effortless, smooth climax where he didn't tense or spasm or choke on his moans.

It washed over him. He sank into a pool of euphoria, his entire body tingling with pleasure. Hongjoong continued at the same speed he'd been at, which Yeosang really, truly appreciated. Any faster or rougher would've overstimulated him. San was still going hard, but it didn't hurt. Nothing hurt. Yeosang was wholly satiated.

"Did he pass out?"

Yeosang mewled. He tested his binds, but they didn't budge. Hongjoong had stopped touching him. Yeosang continued to whimper with San's thrusts, but he was numb. His body had reached its limit of sensations for the day.

"Hurry, San. He looks dead."

Their voices were far away. Yeosang heard but didn't listen. He remembered that he was being restrained by real people, and he weakly closed his hand around Jongho's. It was Jongho, right?

"I know, fuck. I'm trying."

Yeosang struggled against Hongjoong's hold. Thankfully, Hongjoong was nice enough to let him go. Yeosang found San's hand and squeezed a few of his fingers.

"You're doing so well, pretty boy. We're so proud of you." San told him.

Yeosang didn't acknowledge him. He left San's hand to find Hongjoong's, then once he got it, pulled both his and Jongho's hands close. He held them on his chest. He was still whimpering, the feelings were catching up to him, and he was grateful San wasn't directly on his prostate. He'd surely be crying if that was the case.

Yeosang didn't exactly pay attention when San came. It was a shame, because Yeosang loved San and he always had such good expressions. He wished he could've seen San's eyes roll back in his head. He would look pretty like that.

San pulled out and Yeosang's legs were set down. Yeosang turned to his side and curled up. He was cold now. He'd been sweating and now he was cold. Someone needed to do something about that.

"Are you okay?" Jongho asked quietly.

Yeosang hummed.

"Are you sleepy?" Jongho continued.

Yeosang hummed.

"We need to clean you up first, then you can rest. Just lay there and we'll do all the work." Jongho said.

They were gentle with him, but Yeosang was still sore, so moving and stretching for them to wipe off nearly every inch of his body didn't feel very good. He didn't say anything; he knew he'd feel worse in the morning if he was still messy.

"You can sleep here with me, angel." Mingi told him.

Yeosang wanted to sleep with all of them. He said as much.

They didn't understand, he was too quiet and slurred.

"All of you." Yeosang managed to get out.

"We won't all fit, baby, I'm sorry." Mingi said. Yeosang pouted and whined. Mingi corrected himself, panicked, saying, "We can fit one other person. Wanna pick or should we?"

Yeosang thought about it. He wanted people that could envelop him and make him feel safe. Yunho was a good option. But Yeosang didn't know where he was, and he didn't think his voice worked anymore, so he squeezed Jongho's hand because he was still by him. Jongho was good, too. He was soft. He was comforting.

"Me?" Jongho asked.

Yeosang hummed and nodded. Jongho kissed the side of his head.

"You need more water, baby boy. Sit up for me." San said.

Yeosang did his best. Jongho had to help him. Yeosang kept his eyes closed as he took small sips from his cup.

"Clothes?" Wooyoung asked.

Yeosang nodded. Mingi guided them to where he kept his things, then they were gently tugging loose boxers and a big shirt onto Yeosang. Yeosang rubbed his eyes and finally opened them. Everyone else was dressed, too, in some way or another. Yeosang slumped into the headboard.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Seonghwa asked.

"Did you like everything?" Wooyoung added.

Yeosang nodded. The answer was yes to both, but Yeosang didn't feel like putting in the effort to convince them. "Sleep." He mumbled.

They spoke a tiny bit more, then Yeosang was being laid down under the covers. Jongho and Mingi were there, too, squishing Yeosang between them. Everyone else had left (either with a pet or a kiss) and the lights were turned off. Yeosang was warm finally. He held Mingi's hands close to his chest and tried not to smile too wide. He felt loved. Jongho was behind him, their entire bodies touching, Jongho's arm wrapped securely around Yeosang's waist.

Yeosang whimpered. He felt like crying again.

Both Jongho and Mingi asked what was wrong.

"I love you." Yeosang murmured.

"We love you too, baby. Get some rest." Mingi said. He kissed Yeosang's forehead.

Yeosang whined. They didn't understand how serious he was.

"I love you. Tell them. Tell everyone I said that. I love you." Yeosang said, managing to put power behind his voice.

"Shh, baby. We will. They know. Get some sleep." Jongho said.

" No ," Yeosang whined. Why didn't they understand? "Right now. Tell them right now."

"Okay, Sangie, but we'll have to get up. Are you sure you want it now?" Mingi questioned.

Yeosang pouted. He hadn't thought of that.

"We can text them." Jongho suggested.

That was good enough for Yeosang.

Jongho reached for his phone, presumably on the nightstand, and Yeosang heard him typing.

"I said, Yeosang really wanted to tell you he loves you all very much. Is that okay?" Jongho asked.

Yeosang hummed and nodded. He grinned. Now he could finally sleep.

"I'm sure they loved hearing that, angel. You're good for that." Mingi told him.

Yeosang's grin widened. He was satisfied and warm and full of love. He cuddled closer to them, snuggling deeper into the blankets. Mingi kissed his forehead and Jongho wrapped his arm around him again, tighter than before.

And Yeosang fell asleep like that, surrounded by the love he deserves.

Chapter 9: Woojjonghwa

Notes:

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Humiliation kink, sub bottom Jongho, hard dom top Seonghwa, dom Wooyoung, heavy degradation, photography/filming, crying, heavy objectification, rough sex, shaving (CW for shaving razor), begging, face fucking, "master," aftercare

Just in case, CW for names bitch, pig, and slut
Also CW that they watch porn during the scene

Jongho shuffled to the kitchen. He was bored. He'd spent most of the day resting, the others using their day off to go out and eat and shop. Except Seonghwa, Jongho thinks he's still here somewhere. Maybe. He hasn't seen him. Jongho opened a cabinet. He wasn't exactly hungry, but didn't have any other ideas of what to do.

Jongho heard footsteps behind him. Seonghwa was here, then. He glanced at him and threw a small "hey."

Seonghwa slid up behind him, his hands on Jongho's waist and his lips on his ear. Jongho nearly jumped in the air. He tensed, his eyes wide.

"I want to play with you. Is that okay?"

Seonghwa's breath on him made Jongho shiver. His words sunk in, and Jongho stilled. Not with shock, but with realization. They had a specific type of play, and that was the only thing they did. After a small fight with his thoughts, Jongho nodded.

"Good boy. You just made me so happy." Seonghwa said. He kissed Jongho's neck, his breath already labored. Jongho wondered how long he's been worked up, how long Seonghwa waited before finding him.

Seonghwa pushed down Jongho's pants and underwear. Jongho was made to step out of them. Then, Seonghwa pulled off his shirt. Jongho stood, goosebumps all over his skin, in the middle of the kitchen, completely naked and still facing away from Seonghwa—vulnerable. Jongho was glad nobody else was home. Not entirely glad, maybe. Just a tiny bit disappointed.

Seonghwa spread Jongho's ass cheeks and fingered at his hole. Jongho flinched, his hands gripping the edge of the countertop. He bit his lip and lowered his head. Dread filled his belly. He knew what was about to happen.

"I told you to stay pretty for us. You used to be so smart. Stupid fucking bitch." Seonghwa spat when he felt the hair on Jongho's ass.

Embarrassment settled in Jongho's stomach. When they first started getting into kink, Seonghwa set a few rules for him. One was to always be clean shaven. Sometimes, Jongho forgot or was too busy, and was able to get away with it if Seonghwa didn't play with him before he shaved again. It's become apparent that this wasn't one of those times. Another rule was to eat as healthy as possible so he could bottom nearly anytime. Jongho didn't mind that one, but he didn't quite enjoy the rule where he had to tell Seonghwa each time he got off. He'd forget about that, too, then feel like he was keeping a secret from Seonghwa until the weight became too much and he confessed. Seonghwa was never mad at him, he didn't care if he touched himself or not, he just wanted to know.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"I don't believe you." Seonghwa hissed.

Jongho didn't get a chance to reply. Seonghwa yanked him closer by his waist and wrapped his other hand around Jongho's cock and balls. Jongho wasn't hard yet. Seonghwa jiggled him, and Jongho felt small. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Let's see how quickly my pet gets excited from this." Seonghwa commented. He sucked on Jongho's neck. Jongho sighed in pleasure.

Jongho's ears perked when he heard more footsteps. His heart started to race, trying to beat its personal record, but the rest of Jongho's body was still. He even stopped breathing.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't think anybody else was home. We'll leave. Come here." Seonghwa said. He kept his arm around Jongho's waist, dragging him like some sort of toy or doll. Jongho kept his eyes down, so he couldn't see who was here.

"No, it's okay. He wants an audience, doesn't he?"

Wooyoung. Jongho didn't know if that was a good thing or not. They haven't played together too often, but Jongho knew he was a sadist like Seonghwa. That was good, but Jongho slightly yearned for someone that could moderate Seonghwa. 

He'll be okay.

"Look, baby. Someone wants to see how filthy you are." Seonghwa cooed, his tone bright like he was giving a compliment.

Jongho clenched his fists. Seonghwa shoved him down, bending him over the counter. Seonghwa spread his cheeks and said, "I've told him multiple times he needs to stay clean for us. Look at this. It's disgusting."

Jongho held back a whimper. He squirmed, wanting to get away and hide and maybe cry. He stayed, though, because his heart was beating fast and his cock was almost fully hard.

"He can't follow simple directions? What a disappointment." Wooyoung said.

Jongho made a strained noise. He never wanted to disappoint them.

"Crying already?" Seonghwa taunted.

He pulled Jongho up, making him stumble a few steps and bump into Wooyoung. Wooyoung wrapped his arms around Jongho's waist.

"Pathetic." Wooyoung whispered.

Jongho kept his head down. Seonghwa grabbed his hair and lifted it up, forcing them to make eye contact. Jongho cringed away from the hunger in his gaze. Seonghwa dragged it down Jongho's body, looking at him with pure desire, and it set in how exposed Jongho was, and how exposed Seonghwa and Wooyoung weren't.

"Should we do it here?" Seonghwa asked.

"I don't think they'd like that if anybody came home." Wooyoung said quietly.

Seonghwa faltered, disappointed. "Wish I could take you outside. Leash you and drag you around like a dog."

Jongho froze. No matter how improbable, the idea still sent a chill down his spine.

Seonghwa smiled. "You want that too, don't you?"

Yes, he did.

Seonghwa yanked him from Wooyoung and led him down the hallway to his bedroom. Jongho was thrown on the bed and the two of them stood in front of it, eyes calculating. They whispered to each other.

Jongho wasn't sure what he wanted, either. He liked being exposed, but now they were in private. Too much degradation just made him sad a lot of the time. But Seonghwa knew his limits (hopefully he'll teach Wooyoung), and with Wooyoung here too, surely they'd come up with something innovative. Jongho was fully hard and aching from not being touched yet.

Wooyoung left the room. Jongho's chest tightened. He didn't think this is what was happening, but he didn't like the thought of Wooyoung not wanting to play anymore. Seonghwa stood and stared at Jongho during the time Wooyoung was gone. He smirked and scoffed at one point, though kept his thoughts unvoiced. Jongho tried to make himself as small as possible.

Wooyoung came back with a handful of things. Jongho saw a few towels, which he understood, but there was a pile of objects on top that Jongho couldn't discern. Wooyoung dropped everything on the bed, and Jongho's heart dropped.

A razor and shaving cream.

He stared at them, avoiding Wooyoung and Seonghwa. He didn't think having some hair was this big of a deal. It was embarrassing, he felt filthy and unattractive, and he knew his cheeks were bright red. Seonghwa and Wooyoung ignored him, they were talking about what they were going to do with him.

The shaving cream was marketed towards girls, and Jongho didn't know how he felt about it. It felt degrading, though he knew it shouldn't be. It felt emasculating.

Wooyoung laid out a towel.

"Hands and knees." Seonghwa ordered.

Jongho hesitantly got into position. He was on the towel, his ass to them.

"I really shouldn't be doing this. This is your job. But I can't fuck a disgusting pig." Seonghwa told him.

Jongho bit his lip. Shame weighed heavily in his tummy. He couldn't see what they were doing, and that made everything worse. He flinched when a cold substance was rubbed between his cheeks. The shaving cream. Then, they got the razor and started on him.

"Wooyoung's doing this for you, isn't he nice? Thank him." Seonghwa commanded.

"Thank you." Jongho murmured.

"For what?" Wooyoung asked, voice distracted.

Jongho dropped his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He tried not to move too much so he wouldn't hurt himself, but he wanted to curl up and hide.

"Thank you, Wooyoung, for… for shaving me." Jongho answered. He cringed as he said it.

They haven't done this before. The novelty of it made it that more embarrassing, especially with someone else here. Usually, just Seonghwa and Jongho play with humiliation together. Jongho didn't even know Wooyoung was into this.

"Hm. You're welcome, I guess. But I'm doing you a favor. How will you make it up to me?" Wooyoung asked.

Wooyoung pulled away the razor and his skin was wiped off with a washcloth. Jongho sincerely hoped this wouldn't take too long. Wooyoung started on a new area.

"Answer." Seonghwa barked.

"You can fuck my throat." Jongho said in a panic.

"Yeah, baby?" Wooyoung asked, and Jongho could hear his smile.

Jongho liked getting his face fucked. He liked how his jaw ached. He liked how he couldn't breathe. He still had a gag reflex, so he gagged at times, but didn't mind it. He liked being used.

"He's good at it. Still chokes, but he's fun." Seonghwa said quietly. Jongho assumed he wasn't supposed to hear.

"Okay, baby. If you say so." Wooyoung told Jongho.

They wiped at him again. Jongho moved to his elbows. His shoulders were aching and he could hide better this way. Though it made him feel more exposed; he was arching his back and presenting himself for them. But nothing about this felt sexual. They poked and prodded at him clinically.

"What about me? You broke my rules, darling. Don't you feel bad?" Seonghwa questioned.

Jongho did. But he bet all his chips on Wooyoung; he didn't have anything else to offer. He didn't know what to do.

"You don't feel bad?"

"I do, I promise." Jongho rushed. They wiped him up a third time, and he really hoped they were almost done.

"I don't believe you."

Jongho pressed his head to the bed. Seonghwa was already going to fuck him, he couldn't offer that. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to make Seonghwa angry. He didn't know what to do.

"You're about to make me disappointed. Do you really want to do that?"

"Wait," Jongho panicked. "I… you can… you can take pictures."

They paused. Seonghwa and Jongho have talked about this before, they both wanted it, but knew it was too risky. Yet Jongho needed this, he hated the thought of Seonghwa being disappointed in him. He had to make it up to him. This was his last resort.

Jongho became drastically more self-conscious in the silence. He didn't know what he looked like: if he was half-shaven or patchy or fully clean and they were just torturing him now. He really wished this part was over.

"You're desperate, huh?" Seonghwa commented.

Jongho whined quietly. Wooyoung gave a few quick strokes of the razer, wiped him off roughly, then pushed Jongho to his side. Jongho turned to face them, though he avoided eye contact.

Wooyoung was aggressive with tidying up, snatching the towel up from under Jongho and throwing everything to the floor. Jongho couldn't tell what emotion was behind his eyes. He hoped it was eagerness and impatience, but it also looked like annoyance.

They spoke to each other again, and this time Jongho couldn't hear them. They kissed a few times. Jongho's heart was heavy. He wanted that. Sometimes Seonghwa didn't kiss him at all during a session to make him feel worthless (it worked).

"I guess if you want it so bad, pet." Seonghwa said. He got off the bed, and as he walked to the nightstand, pulled his phone out of his pocket and tossed it to land near Jongho.

Jongho stared at it. He wanted it, he wanted it so bad, he wanted them to take pictures and jerk off to them later and to show the others. He wanted to feel like their toy. Like his feelings didn't matter. And they didn't; he's learned that by now.

Seonghwa got back on the bed with a bottle of lube. "Do you wanna do it?" he asked Wooyoung.

"Sure. You got the phone?" Wooyoung responded, taking the bottle from him.

Seonghwa nodded. He reached and grabbed his phone. Jongho kept his eye on him, not even paying attention to Wooyoung. Jongho barely reacted when he entered a finger. He watched Seonghwa fiddle on his phone for a moment, then aim it over Jongho's crotch. Jongho's cock twitched, and Seonghwa smiled.

"He's so weird." Seonghwa laughed. "Do you think he wants to be a pornstar? Has the body for it, I guess."

"He can't do anything but take cock. He wouldn't get far." Wooyoung replied.

"You're right. A disappointment, as always." Seonghwa said. He put the camera closer to Jongho's hole.

Jongho didn't know if it was a video or just pictures. Or maybe Seonghwa's phone was safely off and he was just acting. Jongho's heart was racing, though, thundering against his ribs. Should he whine for the camera? They'd like that.

Wooyoung pushed in a second finger. He was seemingly just stretching his rim, his fingers shallow and slow. Jongho bit his lip and let his head fall to the bed.

"Wait, hold on," Seonghwa said, pulling Wooyoung's hand away. "Spread him open." Wooyoung listened. "Yeah, there. That's what a good slut looks like."

Seonghwa showed Jongho his phone. Jongho's jaw dropped and he let out a weak moan. It was a picture (a real picture, like he was hoping) of Wooyoung spreading Jongho's cheeks and his slick, puckering hole on display. Jongho screwed his eyes shut and hid behind his hands.

"Don't be stupid." Seonghwa snapped, tearing Jongho's arms away. Jongho obeyed, but kept his eyes closed. He took deep breaths.

"You don't like seeing yourself? Why not? Are you ashamed of yourself?" Seonghwa questioned.

Wooyoung entered three fingers. Jongho made a sound at the stretch, but didn't object.

"Why are you ashamed of yourself, honey? You should be, but I want to know why."

Jongho almost hid his face again, but redirected by clenching his fists. He didn't know how to answer. There were plenty of things to be ashamed of right now. For having to be shaved by his friends, for liking it, for wanting dirty pictures to be taken of him, for being hard this entire time.

"Everything." Jongho whispered.

Seonghwa cooed at him. "That's the smartest thing you've said all day."

Wooyoung shoved his fingers deep. Jongho yelped, then he moaned when Wooyoung began to thrust. His legs wavered and his tummy tensed.

"Get a photo of his cock, baby. He's leaking so much." Wooyoung said.

Jongho's hand flew to cover himself. He managed to stop before it was too late, instead setting his hand on his stomach. He still had his eyes closed, but could feel the tension in the room.

"He's so stupid, fuck." Wooyoung hissed.

"Do you like this one, or this one? The first one you can see more precum but the second has your hand in it." Seonghwa spoke.

They were looking at the pictures. Wooyoung, distracted, slowed his movements, but didn't completely stop. They weren't quiet, so Jongho eagerly listened in.

"I like both. Oh, wait, that one—that one's good. He looks really small there. Wait, what's that?" Wooyoung questioned.

"That's Joong and one of his stupid hats." Seonghwa answered.

Jongho's heart dropped.

"Can you send that to me? Hold on, is that Yeosang? What's he even doing?"

Jongho took more deep breaths. Wooyoung had taken his fingers out. They were ignoring him in favor of looking at pictures on Seonghwa's phone. Ignoring an entirely nude, eager, ready body that they could fuck. And they were looking at dumb photos. Not even the ones they just took of him. Stupid, goddamn fucking photos of other people, of the other members, of other—

"You have pictures of him saved? Pervert. Are you subscribed to his OnlyFans? Have you seen his new video? Here, I'll show you."

They were looking at porn.

Tears pricked at Jongho's eyes. He fought it very hard, biting his tongue and steadying his breathing, but they were still talking about it and soon Jongho heard noises from Seonghwa's phone. A few tears slipped out, rolling down into his hair, then he broke and covered his mouth with both hands to hide a sob.

He wasn't good enough for them.

Jongho knew they had stopped and looked at him, he could feel their gaze. He choked on another sob because he was trying to hold his breath. He had to take his hands away to breathe, and now his noises were no longer muffled. He wiped his tears in an ugly way, forceful and clumsy, and took shuddering breaths.

"You're fucking crying? Look at him. He's fucking pathetic." Seonghwa laughed.

"Aw, the bitch is crying? Are we supposed to feel bad for you?" Wooyoung said, voice comically fake sympathetic.

Jongho needed to stop sobbing. He was okay with just crying, but he didn't need to sob. He was making a fool of himself. He was embarrassing them.

"Pig." Seonghwa scoffed. His tone was the exact opposite when he spoke to Wooyoung, saying, "Woo, baby, can you get me a condom?"

"You sure?" Wooyoung asked. "I thought he was a slut."

Jongho had calmed down enough to hear them clearly, but wasn't fully paying attention.

"That's exactly why, sweetie. He's dirty. I barely even want to touch him." Seonghwa said.

Jongho broke his progress on calming down. He coughed and made himself take deep breaths, trying to fill every inch of his lungs, and though the noise sounded far away, Jongho could hear them laughing at him.

Seonghwa pushed in without warning. Jongho squeaked. He gasped in the middle of an exhale, almost choking on the breath. He couldn't stop the whiny, pathetic moans that slipped past his lips. He sniffled through shaky breaths. Jongho felt Seonghwa's clothes on him, and it made him feel like a cheap fuck.

"You know what, I'm not gonna look at him like that. It's pitiful. I'm not looking at a gross, sad little slut. Put him on his hands and knees." Seonghwa stated.

Wooyoung pushed him to roll over. Jongho crawled into position, his breathing still not fully under control. He wiped his eyes and arched his back for them.

"Much better. Such a prettier sight." Seonghwa said. He pushed back in.

Jongho yelped. He was making embarrassing noises, ones he was self-conscious of, ones that made him feel like he was overreacting: gasping after needing to swallow and whimpering with each thrust and still sniffling because his nose was running. He tried to wipe it, but that only made him feel dirty.

Jongho didn't know what Wooyoung was doing or even where he was. Probably next to Seonghwa. They were probably kissing. Jongho whined at the thought, a painful longing in his chest.

Then, Wooyoung sat in front of him. As selfish as it was, Jongho was grateful. He didn't want Seonghwa and Wooyoung to kiss without him. Wooyoung guided Jongho to lay his head on his thigh. He'd taken his pants and underwear off, but not his shirt. Jongho welcomed his plush skin, reveling in it because it was the softest touch he's gotten in a while. Jongho's vision was blurry, but he saw Wooyoung begin to jerk off. Jongho didn't like to swallow. He hoped Wooyoung wouldn't make him.

"You think he's good to get his throat fucked? I don't want to have to keep stopping." Wooyoung said.

"I think so, yeah. He's breathing, isn't he?" Seonghwa replied.

Barely. Seonghwa was still fucking hard, but thankfully not too fast. Jongho would end up sobbing again if he got overstimulated. Wooyoung guided Jongho to his cock. Jongho opened his mouth, and Wooyoung was kind at first, letting Jongho go at his own pace.

His mercy didn't last very long. Wooyoung pushed Jongho down, all the way, his dick at the back of Jongho's throat. Jongho gagged, but couldn't move. Wooyoung pulled him up, and Jongho greedily took in air through his nose, then Wooyoung moved him back down. Up and down, not too fast but still going deep. Jongho had tear tracks down his cheeks and snot dripping from his nose; he felt ugly.

"He's so pretty like this, isn't he?" Wooyoung said. His thumbs rubbed Jongho's hair.

Jongho's heart fluttered. He managed to pull away. A few more sobs racked through him, and he sucked in more air to try to calm down yet again. He clenched his fists. He's okay now, he shouldn't be acting like this. He was being dramatic.

Seonghwa pulled Jongho up by his shoulders. He held Jongho to his chest, his lips on his ear as he said, "You're just crying to cry, now. Shut the fuck up and stop being a bitch."

Jongho whimpered. Wooyoung shuffled closer. He held Jongho's face and brushed the hair out of his face. "Breathe." Wooyoung whispered.

Jongho was trying. He appreciated the tenderness, though, and was able to settle down a bit more. "Okay." He said, barely making a sound at all.

"Good boy." Wooyoung smiled. "Be good for your master and take it, okay?"

Jongho mewled. He didn't call Seonghwa master, he didn't call him anything, but he liked how Wooyoung thought he did. That Seonghwa was in charge of him and no one else could even touch him. Maybe Jongho should start calling him master.

Wooyoung kissed him. Jongho moaned, and he would've melted into Wooyoung if Seonghwa wasn't holding him up. Finally, finally he was kissed. And Wooyoung was good at it, he was letting it be a pair activity, not just trying to see how far he could shove his tongue into Jongho's mouth. Jongho looped his arms around Wooyoung's neck.

"Don't touch me." Wooyoung murmured, voice neutral.

Jongho whimpered and did what he was told. He wondered why Wooyoung could touch him and not the other way around. Seonghwa was still fucking hard, Jongho was honestly impressed by his stamina, and he just found Jongho's prostate. Jongho jerked at the intensity. He couldn't not touch Wooyoung; he needed him to lean on: Jongho rested his head on Wooyoung's shoulder. He was shaking, his legs felt ready to give out even though they couldn't; he wasn't standing.

"Do you hear him, baby? We broke him." Seonghwa said. He was smiling.

A few more tears escaped Jongho's eyes, but he wasn't sobbing. He gripped Wooyoung's hips, and thankfully Wooyoung let him. Wooyoung then wrapped his hand around Jongho's cock. Jongho spasmed. Wooyoung began to jerk him off.

"Don't make him cum before I do." Seonghwa told him.

"I won't." Wooyoung answered. He raised Jongho's head and placed kisses around his face.

Seonghwa thrusted hard a couple of times, hard enough to hurt and knock yelps out Jongho, then he came into the condom. Jongho's tummy heated just at the thought of being the cause behind Seonghwa's orgasm.

Jongho came quickly, and he had a thought just before his eyes rolled back in his head and his body seized, that Wooyoung hasn't cum yet. He didn't have the energy to care as his orgasm tore through him, and he collapsed, and Wooyoung couldn't hold him up anymore, and he was laid down on his side. Jongho trembled with the aftershocks.

Seonghwa laughed breathlessly. "Fucking weird how he liked all this. Look at him. He's pathetic."

"Pretty like this, though. Filthy little angel." Wooyoung said softly. He pet Jongho's hair.

"Woo, baby, why did you let him cum before you?" Seonghwa asked.

"It's okay. He's gonna help me like this." Wooyoung said.

Jongho's fingers twitched. He was trying to lift a hand to touch him, but couldn't. He opened his mouth instead. He hoped that would be good enough.

"Just stay still." Wooyoung mumbled.

In just a few moments, Jongho felt Wooyoung's load land on his face. Jongho grunted. He didn't like to swallow, but Wooyoung already decided on it, so he didn't have a choice. He was glad most of it landed on his cheek and not his mouth. He swallowed what he had to and grimaced.

"Good, baby. He's behaving, finally." Wooyoung said, a bit out of breath.

Jongho frowned. He didn't know he'd been misbehaving. He would've opened his eyes and pouted at him, but Wooyoung's cum was keeping his eyes closed.

"Okay. Seonghwa. Good?" Wooyoung asked.

A pause. Then, "Yeah. Okay. Stay with him."

Wooyoung brushed Jongho's hair out of his face as Seonghwa left the room. Jongho sincerely appreciated Wooyoung's kindness, and needed to tell him that. He had a whole script in his mind about everything Wooyoung did that he appreciated, but the only thing that came out was, "Thank you for being nice."

"Of course, baby. You're our sweet boy. We love you. If you don't like how Seonghwa acts, then tell him. He'll listen. He's nice, too, I promise."

Jongho smiled a bit. He was fine with Seonghwa, he liked how he dommed, but he needed some compassion in this session specifically. He hasn't cried in a while. They also did new things, the shaving and the photos. It was a lot, near too much, but he was strong and stuck it out. And Wooyoung helped him. If it was Seonghwa alone like this, Jongho would've spoken up.

"I was good?" Jongho asked.

"Of course, baby. You were perfect. You were so good for us." Wooyoung told him.

Seonghwa came back then. He crawled on the bed, saying, "I tried to get warm water for the washcloth but it's probably cold by now. Is that okay for your face, honey bear?"

Jongho nodded. Seonghwa touched his face before he did with the washcloth as a warning. He was as gentle as he could possibly be. He kept saying sorry as he wiped around his eyes. Jongho couldn't help but grin.

"Turn to your back, please." Seonghwa said.

Jongho did. He rubbed his eyes and finally looked at them. He made eye contact with Wooyoung first. Wooyoung smiled at him, still petting his hair.

Seonghwa began cleaning his stomach and cock. They spoke as he did. "Are you okay, baby? You were crying pretty hard. You know you could've asked for a break, right? Or told us to stop. We wouldn't have been mad."

"I'm okay." Jongho murmured. "I was okay."

"Promise?"

"I promise, Seonghwa." Jongho said with a smile.

"Okay. I'll delete the photos right away. You were okay with that, right? And what we did before? Honestly, you can tell me to fuck off and we can get rid of that rule if you want to. Are you sure you're okay?"

He sounded panicked and he was wiping the same spot over and over. Jongho set his hand on him, and Seonghwa stopped.

"I'm okay, Seonghwa, I swear. It was…" Jongho paused to find the words. "Humiliating. But that's the point."

Seonghwa held Jongho's hand and squeezed him tight. "If you're sure. We probably won't do that again. Unless you want to."

"I don't think I'll let it get to that point again." Jongho said. He closed his eyes and set his arm over them. He was tired.

He felt Seonghwa move, then his lips were on his. "What a good little boy. I love you so much."

Jongho grabbed his face and kissed him. He pouted when Seonghwa left him.

"You're good, Wooyoung?" Seonghwa asked.

"Yeah. I'm good, I'm set. What about you?" Wooyoung answered.

"I'm good now. I think. Are you 100 percent sure you liked everything?" Seonghwa asked Jongho.

Jongho sat up and took a hold of Seonghwa's face. Seonghwa always needed reassurance after scenes, that was his aftercare, but he was less confident than usual this time.

"Seonghwa. Listen. I'm absolutely sure I liked everything. You and Wooyoung were perfect. It's okay that I cried. It's okay. I'm okay." Jongho told him. He maintained eye contact the whole time, trying to be convincing.

Jongho remembered something.

He sat back and took his hands away. "Oh. Actually…"

Seonghwa perked up, eager to hear. "Yeah? What is it? We won't be mad. Anything, baby. Please tell me."
 
Jongho smiled a bit, amused by Seonghwa's insistence, but his chest was tight as he said, "Um, the watching porn thing was a bit much. It made me feel really bad." He looked to Wooyoung, too, because he didn't want to put all the blame on Seonghwa.

"I'm sorry, that was me, I started that. I won't do that again, promise. It wasn't because I'm not attracted to you or anything, I definitely am, obviously, you're fucking hot, I just thought it'd work with what we were doing. I'm sorry." Wooyoung rambled.

Jongho shuffled to Wooyoung. He kissed him shortly. "It's okay, we didn't know. Just not again, please."

"Of course." Wooyoung said, and he kissed him hard. Jongho smiled into it.

"Sorry, baby." Seonghwa said. He kissed Jongho's cheek. "Do you wanna shower or sleep?"

"Sleep." Jongho answered. It wasn't late, but he didn't care. He was exhausted.

"Okay, angel. Wanna get dressed or no?" Seonghwa asked.

Jongho nodded. They each helped each other redress, finding discarded clothes and getting pajamas. They then laid under the covers with Jongho in the middle. Wooyoung was facing him and Seonghwa was hugging him from behind.

"We love you, bear. Don't forget." Wooyoung told him, pecking his forehead.

"Don't forget." Seonghwa repeated.

"I love you too." Jongho mumbled. He nuzzled deeper into their warmth and fell asleep in a few short minutes.

Chapter 10: Woosan

Notes:

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Bratty sub bottom Wooyoung, dom top San, San is trying very hard to be a hard dom, spanking, hair pulling, face fucking but not really, aftercare

"Wooyoung, if you don't stop…" San warned, though he didn't have an ending to that sentence.

Wooyoung has been doing this the entire day. Touching San's thighs, grabbing his ass, trying to kiss him. He knew what he was doing. San has been painfully half-hard all day. San expected more now that they were alone (or as alone as they could be in the dorm), but Wooyoung was still teasing. Squeezing his inner thigh and clinging onto his arm.

Wooyoung turned to him. "Then what? Are you gonna punish me?"

San looked at him, his jaw clenched in annoyance. "Yes."

Wooyoung smiled wide. He jumped into San's lap, straddling one of his legs. "Really? I'd love for you to try."

San made a face, irritated.

"No, seriously, I want to see what you'd do. You've never punished me before." Wooyoung said.

San stared at him. He was right. San has never punished anyone before. He wanted to see what he'd do, too.

"Okay. If you want it." San said. A part of him wanted Wooyoung to say no. His chest was tight with anxiety.

"I do. C'mon." Wooyoung said, grabbing San's hand and dragging him to his bedroom.

San closed the door behind them. Wooyoung sat on the edge of the bed, smiling and eyes sparkling. San stood. He didn't know where to start.

He can be dominant. He usually is. But he was never mean, he didn't degrade or insult or hurt. He was soft and compassionate. He gave his subs as many touches and orgasms as they wanted. He didn't know what to do with Wooyoung.

Spanking was a thing, right?

"Get up." San ordered. At least he could act: put power behind his words and manipulate his expressions.

Wooyoung stood, still grinning. San sat where he had been and patted his lap. Wooyoung tried to straddle him, but San put his hand up, saying, "No, baby. You know what you're supposed to do."

Wooyoung's smile didn't falter. If anything, it widened. Wooyoung bent over San's knee. San rubbed his ass, stalling. He didn't know if he was supposed to pull his pants down or not.

"How many do you think you can handle, baby?" San questioned, and he didn't feel like he was breaking character by asking because he's never spanked Wooyoung before. A good dom would ask.

"Hmm… ten?" Wooyoung answered.

San's hand stuttered. He squeezed Wooyoung's cheek to try to hide his hesitancy. Ten was a lot.

"Hard or soft?" San asked, voice weaker, masking the fact that he was still stalling with more logistic questions.

"Whatever you feel I deserve."

San bit his lip. He could do this. He yanked down Wooyoung's pants and underwear, earning a gasp. San squeezed him before landing a spank on him.

Wooyoung groaned and wiggled his ass for him.

San sighed. "I can't stand you." He said, and it was the truth at this moment.

Wooyoung giggled.

San spanked him harder, only to receive a moan. San could tell he was smiling. A small part of him was discouraged by this, but thankfully a larger part was annoyed. Wooyoung was testing him, being brattier than usual just because San was new to this. San was not going to lose.

"Count out loud." San demanded before smacking him.

"I don't remember what number we're on." Wooyoung mewled.

"Guess we'll have to start over." San responded.

Wooyoung wiggled on him again, and San realized Wooyoung lied to get more spanks. San sighed through his nose, clenching his jaw and trying to remain calm. He grabbed a tight fistfull of Wooyoung's hair. Wooyoung moaned.

San spanked him in quick succession, giving Wooyoung a mere second in between for him to count. San stopped after four. He then rubbed Wooyoung's cheek, pink and warm from the abuse. Wooyoung was still moaning.

San didn't know how else to punish him if this wasn't working. He could try orgasm control, but has never done it before. Or the opposite, overstimulation, but has also never done that.

San hit him hard. Wooyoung yelped, a pained noise not a pleasured one. San's heart jumped in panic, but Wooyoung didn't say anything. Then, San felt Wooyoung's arm move, his hand going between San's legs to get to his crotch. He was touching himself.

"You're enjoying this way too much." San gritted out.

Wooyoung giggled. "What are you gonna do about it?"

San gave him the last five in a row. Not too hard, but he didn't go easy on him. Wooyoung whimpered through it, and at the end, said a breathless, "Ten."

San smirked. He grabbed Wooyoung as he stood and pushed him to the bed. Wooyoung's pants were just below his cock, and San couldn't help but stare. Wooyoung was hard and leaking.

"Hands and knees." San ordered.

Wooyoung sat up to get to San, setting his hands on his hips. He dipped his fingers inside his pants and began to pull them down as he spoke: "For what? Are you gonna spank me again? That's no fun."

San glared at him. He shoved him to lay down. Wooyoung gasped through a smile. San gestured for him to turn around, eyebrows up in expectancy. Finally, Wooyoung got on his hands and knees. San found Wooyoung's lube under his bed. He pushed Wooyoung's clothes down to his knees before lubing his fingers and entering one. Wooyoung made a surprised noise. San stayed shallow, planning on teasing him.

San used this time to think. Orgasm control seemed to be the best bet. Hopefully it would humble Wooyoung into an attitude San could deal with.

"This doesn't even feel good. It feels like nothing."

San added a second finger, still shallow. He was a bit worried it felt bad, but trusted Wooyoung to speak up if anything hurt. Or, hurt in a way he didn't like.

"Who said it was my job to make you feel good? Punishments aren't supposed to feel good." San replied.

Wooyoung scoffed but didn't say anything else. San pushed in a third finger, going a bit deeper but not enough to reach his prostate. He rubbed the cheek he spanked. It was still warm, though the redness had lessened. San hoped it wouldn't feel too bad tomorrow.

"I'm getting bored."

San rolled his eyes. He pushed Wooyoung to the side to lay him down. And Wooyoung did look bored, he propped himself up on his elbows and gave San a blank expression.

But his cock was still hard, and San saw it twitch.

"Bored?" San asked, incredulous, gesturing to his dick.

Wooyoung didn't react. San pulled his clothes off of his legs, then grabbed Wooyoung's hair to sit him up. Wooyoung gasped, and he wasn't smiling this time. San yanked his shirt off of him before pushing him back down. He pulled off his own pants and straddled Wooyoung's chest.

"Face-fucking? How basic." Wooyoung said, though he grabbed San's hips and shifted to get a good angle.

San paused. He didn't know what Wooyoung wanted from him. San only knew the "basic" punishments; he's never done this before.

Wooyoung grinned, eyes glinting. "Just because you call yourself a dom doesn't mean you can handle me." He stated proudly.

San clenched his jaw, biting back harsh words. He was going to prove Wooyoung wrong.

San gripped Wooyoung's hair. Wooyoung opened his mouth to yelp, and San used the opportunity to push his cock in. Wooyoung groaned and squeezed San's waist.

"You're a lot prettier when you're not talking." San told him.

Wooyoung glared at him, but it didn't have the same effect as it would if he didn't have a dick in his mouth. San tightened his hold in his hair and began to thrust. Wooyoung tried to bob his head with him, but San pinned him down.

San assumed this was how things were supposed to go. Push and pull. Even if he was inexperienced, he knew a good dom shouldn't belittle a brat so much that they were completely defeated. Bratty subs needed to be exactly that, and San hoped Wooyoung was having a good time.

Wooyoung managed to pull away to say, "Harder."

San scoffed. He dropped his cock on Wooyoung's face, over his mouth and nose. Wooyoung happily licked what he could reach. He looked gorgeous like this, hair messy and eyes crossed as he looked at San's dick. San slid off of him and trailed precum over the bridge of Wooyoung's nose.

San had to take a deep breath to calm down. He didn't want to fuck Wooyoung's face, he knew that would be uncomfortable, he wanted to kiss him and suck on his neck and pump his cock and see his expressions and hear his moans. He wanted to love Wooyoung in his own way.

San pushed back in, only a few inches. He let Wooyoung go at his own pace. Wooyoung moved away again.

"I said harder. Did you give up? Have I broken you?"

There it was. The reason San was here. He held Wooyoung's head and thrusted deep. Wooyoung made a strangled sound, yet he didn't let San move away when he tried. San thrusted deep but slow, still having his soft dom conscience. Wooyoung hasn't annoyed him enough for him to lose control. San doesn't think he'd ever lose control.

Wooyoung moved away once again. "You should put me with my head off the bed. Then it'd hurt more."

San made a face at him, both perplexed and irritated. This wasn't working either. San got off of him with an exasperated, "Wooyoung, get up."

Wooyoung smirked but did what he was told.

"On your stomach." San told him.

Wooyoung scooted closer, his hands going under San's shirt. San loved the feel of him, his warmth and softness, but kept his face even.

"You sound so defeated, sweetheart. You sure you haven't given up?" Wooyoung asked, his concern obviously fake.

San stared at him. "On your stomach." He repeated.

Wooyoung grinned. He pulled San's shirt off before laying down. San found a condom and ripped it open, genuinely fed up now, then rolled it on. He spread Wooyoung's cheeks and squeezed on more lube. He pushed in his cock without a word.

"Could've warned me. Basic kindness." Wooyoung muttered, though his voice was weak.

San bottomed out and leaned down to him, pressing his chest to Wooyoung's back. "You don't deserve kindness." San whispered, and he bit Wooyoung's ear.

Wooyoung yelped, but he relaxed into the bed and arched his back. San smirked, feeling successful. He began to thrust. Warmth filled his tummy when Wooyoung moaned.

"Say my name." San said, licking across his ear. Playing with Wooyoung's ears guaranteed a reaction from him.

And San got a reaction. Wooyoung's moan was light and airy, and San saw his hands clutch the sheets. His vulnerability didn't last for long, though.

"Try harder and I might." Wooyoung told him.

San chuckled. He thrusted deep, knocking a grunt out of Wooyoung. He fucked faster and reveled in how Wooyoung's noises became constant and whiny. San bit Wooyoung's shoulder, breathing labored.

San sat up to look at him. His still messy hair, his broad shoulders, his small waist. The muscles in his arms as he clenched his fists. His round ass bouncing as San fucked him. San could never punish Wooyoung when he was this pretty. Whatever Wooyoung wanted to do, San would let him. If Wooyoung wanted to tease and sass, then San would take it. San would do anything for him.

San slowed to catch his breath. He hoisted Wooyoung up on his knees and gave a few hard thrusts. Wooyoung groaned, his knees already sliding out from under him. San kept him upright and returned to a fast pace. Wooyoung had gotten up on his elbows, but he soon collapsed, face pressed to the bed.

"San," Wooyoung moaned. "San… fuck, harder."

San smiled to himself. Wooyoung finally listened to him. This was how San liked his subs. Not conquered, but feeling so good they didn't know what to do with themselves. Whining and whimpering because he made them like this. San just liked making people feel good.

San pulled Wooyoung up by his shoulders and wrapped his arms around his waist. He gave slow rolls of his hips. Wooyoung moaned and tilted his head back to rest on San's shoulder. San peppered his neck with light kisses.

"You're so cute like this. Doesn't it feel so much better to behave?" San asked.

"Nuh-uh," Wooyoung grunted. He wrapped his hand around his cock. "No fun at all."

San rolled his eyes. He pushed Wooyoung down, his cock slipping out of him when he turned Wooyoung to his back. Wooyoung gasped at the movements, but he automatically spread his legs. San reentered roughly. Wooyoung mewled and his eyes rolled back in his head. He stroked himself again.

San fucked fast to get himself close. He's nearly run out of dominant energy by now, and though he was more amused by Wooyoung's antics than annoyed, the session wasn't over.

"Just tell me something." San said, slowing down to talk. He leaned close.

"I'm not begging." Wooyoung replied without opening his eyes.

San chuckled. "No. Tell me I won."

"I'd rather beg."

"Fine. Then you're not cumming." San stated. He pulled out and swatted Wooyoung's hand off his dick.

Wooyoung opened his eyes to scowl at him. He touched himself again. San gripped both of his wrists and pinned them to the bed above his head.

"It's easy, sweetheart. Just two words. Or is that too much for baby's little brain?" San said, pouting as he spoke like he was talking to a child.

Wooyoung scoffed at him, looking angry and offended.

"I can wait." San said with a smile. He pressed kisses around Wooyoung's face. "I can use you to finish. I know you can't cum without touching yourself."

"You're pushing it." Wooyoung gritted out.

"Me? What have you been doing this whole time?" San questioned.

They stared at each other. San studied his face, not even upset it looked like Wooyoung was about to kill him, just pleased to be able to see him this close. His eyes and his lips and his nose. San kissed the mole on his lip then the one under his eye. Wooyoung didn't look very happy with that.

"Whatever. You won. Fuck you."

San laughed loudly. He sat up and repositioned himself, making Wooyoung grunt. "I guess I'll take what I can get." San said.

He continued to fuck, and he let Wooyoung jerk off. Wooyoung came first, and San drank up his whiny moans. San was a few minutes later. He sighed deeply afterwards, perfectly satisfied. He stayed in for a few extra moments because he knew he'd miss Wooyoung's warmth once he moved away.

San had to pull out eventually, and when he did, he laid next to Wooyoung and hugged him tightly. Wooyoung chuckled and held San's hand.

San's anxiety came rushing back to him now that he wasn't distracted. "Was it okay?" he asked quietly.

"Could've been better."

San's heart skipped a beat. "Really?"

Wooyoung laughed. "No, baby, I liked it. It was fun. You were good, I promise. I liked seeing you not knowing what to do with me."

San frowned. He thought he had done a good job of hiding it. He thought of how to give aftercare for Wooyoung, but, honestly, he needed it for himself, too. 

"I don't want to do that again." San mumbled.

Wooyoung tensed. He moved San's head so they'd look at each other, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Do what? This whole thing? That's okay, baby. Was tonight okay? Did you like it? We didn't have to do this if you didn't want to." He rambled.

San pet Wooyoung's hair to try to calm him down. "It was okay, I liked it, I promise. I wanted it. I just can't punish you again. I don't like hurting you."

Wooyoung laughed and kissed him. He pressed their foreheads together for a moment before replying.

"You didn't hurt me. I—"

"The spanking." San interrupted.

Wooyoung kissed him. "Be quiet."

San frowned.

"You didn't hurt me. I like being spanked. You did it well. We don't have to do this again. I won't ask you to." Wooyoung told him.

San's chest was tight. "But I want to be able to do everything for you."

Wooyoung kissed him deeply. San sighed into it. He needed this.

"Don't think like that. Imagine if I said that to you." Wooyoung said, and San made a face. "Exactly. You're not going to make yourself uncomfortable for me. Doms can set boundaries, too."

San nodded. He kissed Wooyoung softly, and they shared a few more before San spoke again.

"What do you need from me? Do you need lotion for your spanks?" he asked.

Wooyoung kissed him one more time. A noise escaped San's throat, maybe a whine, because he loved Wooyoung and he loved this moment. Warmth, their skin pressed together, tenderness, the softness of Wooyoung's lips, their breaths mingling, serenity.

"Yes. I have some. Let me go get it." Wooyoung said, but he didn't move.

San grinned. He kissed him, and he whined when Wooyoung left in the middle of it. Wooyoung got the bottle from his nightstand. San propped himself against the pillows, and Wooyoung laid next to him, almost fully on him, one leg outstretched and the other hiked over San's hips. San took the bottle and squeezed some into his hand. Wooyoung sighed when he spread it on his rosy cheek.

"You did a good job, San, I promise. It was fun, and that's what I like. I wouldn't have wanted you to be mean. I liked the way you handled me." Wooyoung told him.

"Okay." San breathed. He was starting to feel better. Mending some of his roughness with the lotion was helping. "You were good, too, baby, really. I liked everything you did. Even if it was annoying."

Wooyoung laughed, and San adored how he felt it in his chest.

"If you're sure." Wooyoung said. He scooted up to San's face to kiss him, half straddling his lap.

"'M sure." San murmured. "Thank you. I love you."

Wooyoung sat back and gazed at him with glimmering eyes. "Thank you, baby. I love you more."

San glared at him.

Wooyoung laughed and cupped his face to kiss him.

Chapter 11: Sansang

Notes:

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Bottom San, top Yeosang, light hurt/comfort, both are 20 y/o, first time together

"Can I come over?" San asked through the phone. He sniffled at the end of his sentence. His voice was weak. 

"Yeah, of course, what's up?" Yeosang rushed. He sat up in his bed in a panic.

"Good because I'm already on the way." San said with a dry chuckle. Yeosang could hear his car's turn signal in the background. "I'll tell you when I get there."

"Okay. Drive safe." Yeosang said. San said he would and ended the call.

Yeosang waited in his living room. His chest was tight. He didn't know where San was, so he didn't know how long it would take him to get here, and Yeosang became more tense with every passing second. Only the worst possibilities were running through his head.

Yeosang jumped when San knocked. He flung the door open, and San shuffled into his apartment. San stood. Yeosang closed the door slowly.

Yeosang set his hand on San's shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

"I want to sit down." San said.

Yeosang was about to head to the couch, but San set course for his room. Yeosang followed. San sat on the edge of his bed, and Yeosang sat beside him, holding his hand because he knew San was a touchy person and would need physical comfort right now, even if he himself didn't like skinship too much.

"Losing your virginity is supposed to be special."

Yeosang froze. San wasn't crying, at least anymore, but he was sniffling and wiping his face. Yeosang wondered how long ago this happened and how long San waited to call him.

Yeosang didn't exactly know what to say, so he was careful with his words. "It doesn't have to be, not really. It's okay if it's not that good. Virginity doesn't really mean anything."

"Okay but I wanted it to be special. Or at least good. I almost didn't even get hard." San ranted.

Yeosang wanted to know who San had been with. "I'm sorry." He said and squeezed San's hand.

"He just… he treated me so cheaply. Didn't prep me well enough and didn't even trim his nails. Nasty."

Yeosang bit back a chuckle. The amusement died quickly, though, imagining San being uncomfortable in bed. That was a terrible thought.

"I'm sorry, Sannie. Did you use protection?" Yeosang asked, because he had to.

"Yes." San answered. He rested his head on Yeosang's and they leaned into each other. "We'd been talking for a while and he was so nice. I guess he only wanted to fuck."

Yeosang's heart sank. He's been in San's position, so he knew the hurt he was feeling. He squeezed his hand again.

"What was your first time like?" San asked.

"It wasn't special, I promise you that." Yeosang chuckled. "We only fucked a few times. Drifted away pretty quickly afterwards."

San hummed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I've already made up for it. And you will, too, Sannie. There will be better times." Yeosang told him. He'd gotten sexually active before San had, but they were both still young, both only 20.

San hummed. He moved to face Yeosang and said, "You've had a lot of better times. What makes sex good?"

Yeosang faltered. "Um… I don't know."

"You talk about it a lot, Sangie. I know you know." San replied.

Yeosang blushed. He was pretty vocal about his sex life to their friend group, and he was never self conscious sharing any details, but right now was different. They were in his room, on his bed, alone at night. Yeosang took a breath before answering.

"Just… you just have to know the person. And don't be afraid to be vocal. If you want something just ask for it, and 99 percent of the time they'll do it. If they don't want to, they don't want to. No big deal. And it's good to know what you like. You can explore but since you're new to this I'd probably tell them that and that you don't know what you're into yet."

Yeosang didn't make much eye contact during his speech. He could feel San's, though, his eyes fixed on his face like he wouldn't hear if he wasn't looking. They were still holding hands. Yeosang squeezed him again.

"What are you into?" San asked quietly.

Yeosang bit his lip. "Um, I'm a top. Bottomed once or twice. I don't think I'm into much kink. Haven't really explored."

"What turns you on?"

Yeosang's breath caught. His hand was frozen in San's grasp, but he didn't pull away. "Why are you asking?" he said, almost scared.

"I don't really know what turns me on, other than dicks. I bottomed with him. I liked his hands. That's about it." San answered.

"You didn't find him attractive?" Yeosang asked, still avoiding the question. He didn't know how San was so casual about this.

"No, I did. There just wasn't anything he did that I particularly liked." San said.

"What would you have wanted him to do?" Yeosang said, almost a whisper. He hadn't made eye contact in a while.

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking you what you like."

Yeosang took another breath and nodded like he understood now. "I like when they look up at me as they blow me." He confessed.

"Yeah? I tried to blow him but I don't think I did very well." San said. Yeosang didn't believe him; San was good at everything he did.

"Yeah, um… I also like when they sit in my lap. And, uh, grind. I like marking a lot. Hickeys, maybe biting. That's all I can think of right now." Yeosang answered. He had more, he knew that, but he couldn't focus. He stared at their hands.

"Yeosangie," San started.

Yeosang glanced at him, but didn't maintain eye contact.

"Can you help me?" San asked, very quiet, very soft. Undeniable.

"How?" Yeosang whispered. He looked at him this time.

San leaned close. He stole a few glances at Yeosang's lips. "Show me."

Yeosang leaned closer. "Show you what?" he whispered.

San pecked his lips. It was electrifying, Yeosang almost thought San shocked him.

"Show me how to do it. Show me what you like." San told him.

"Don't you want to know what you like instead?" Yeosang asked, and their lips were still touching.

San kissed him, so light it might've not even counted as a kiss. "What if I like what you like?" he whispered.

"You don't know that." Yeosang said. He kissed him, properly this time, slotting their lips together. But it only lasted a few seconds.

"Let me see for myself." San replied.

Yeosang took a few deep breaths. He kissed him once again. Deep and fast, pushing into San to get closer. Holding his head so he couldn't move away. Tasting him, breathing him in. Appreciating him like the man who was privileged with San’s body didn't.

"Okay. What do you want to do?" Yeosang asked. He carded his fingers through the back of San's hair.

San stayed quiet. They continued to kiss, light little pecks that made Yeosang warm.

"I said you need to be vocal. Say anything and I'll do it." Yeosang told him.

San nodded. "I… I like this. I want more of this." He said, and he kissed him a few more times.

"Okay." Yeosang whispered. His lips traveled along San's jaw and down to his neck. He licked him there, sucked on him, and that made San shudder. San let out a breath and set his hand on Yeosang's shoulder.

Yeosang marked him. He almost felt he needed to. The thought that they were friends, they've been friends for years, they didn't do this type of thing, kept wriggling its way into his mind, but he kept pushing it back. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except for making San feel better.

San gripped Yeosang's shoulder when he sucked particularly hard, a light moan escaping. Yeosang pressed into him, groaning at the sound. He nipped at San's jaw. Yeosang leaned closer to make San lay back. He then straddled his waist and kept kissing.

"Sangie," San whispered.

Yeosang hummed. He bit his collar bone.

"You… you said you like someone in your lap."

Yeosang grinned. How considerate. He kissed back up to his lips and gave him a few pecks before saying, "You want to sit in my lap?"

San nodded. Yeosang smiled. He got San's bottom lip between his teeth and tugged on him, not too hard. He got up and sat against the headboard of the bed. San tentatively straddled him. They weren't pressed together, a good amount of space between them, and that was okay for now. Yeosang placed his hands on San's thighs.

San studied his face. He tucked a piece of hair behind Yeosang's ear. A smile played on his lips. Yeosang, strangely, was calm. He knew San. He knew this would be loving and gentle; they would please each other exactly like they needed.

"Do you want more marks, baby boy? I gave you a few already." Yeosang said, fingers warm on San's neck.

San's breath caught. "Mhmm. Yeah. Um… can I give you some, too?"

"Go ahead." Yeosang said. He cupped San's face and rubbed his cheekbone with his thumb.

"Okay. I never have before, though." San said. His eyes were on Yeosang's neck, his fingers trailing down his throat and over his collar bones.

Yeosang smirked. "It's not too hard. Just suck." He told him. He stared at San's plush lips as he spoke, imagining them on his body, and heat snaked from his heart to his tummy.

San nodded. He leaned in, and Yeosang tilted his head for him. Yeosang closed his eyes when San's mouth gently landed on him. San licked him, tongue small and shy, before sucking like he was told. Yeosang bit his lip.

"Harder." Yeosang whispered. San was too timid, he wouldn't leave a mark like this.

San listened. Yeosang moaned quietly. San sucked on him, but he frequently interrupted it with soft kisses, and it was making Yeosang's head spin. San was gentle, even if he was broad and strong. He was almost encompassing Yeosang right now, but at the same time, he was small in Yeosang's embrace.

"I think I did it." San murmured.

Yeosang grinned. He poked around his neck, and he felt the dull ache of a bruise. "Good job, baby." He said, giving him a small kiss.

San brightened. Yeosang cooed at him, and it made San shy, making him hide his face in Yeosang's shoulder. Yeosang chuckled and pet his hair. San kissed his neck again. Yeosang sighed and tilted to give him more room, and he groaned when San sucked hard.

"San," Yeosang breathed.

San took his time getting off of him. "Yeah?"

"Did he suck your cock?" Yeosang asked.

San's breath hitched. He slowly shook his head.

"Will you let me?" Yeosang asked, brushing their lips together. He was already imagining what San's dick would look like.

San nodded, but he said, "Nobody has before."

"We don't have to, baby. Don't ever feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do." Yeosang told him.

"No, no, I want it… I'm just afraid I'll cum too quick." San said, and the last part was almost too quiet to hear.

"That's okay, I don't mind." Yeosang said, and he was imagining what San's whines would sound like, too.

"No, but…"

Yeosang leaned back to look at him. San didn't make eye contact. Yeosang liked seeing him shy. "You want to be fucked, don't you, sweetheart?" he said lowly.

San nodded, looking down and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "If you want to." He mumbled.

Yeosang grabbed him and kissed him. "Lay down. Clothes off."

San nodded hurriedly. He took off his shirt and shuffled out of his pants. Yeosang watched with hungry eyes. San hesitated with his underwear, but with a glance at Yeosang, he took that off, too. Yeosang knelt between his legs and took his dick in his hand. It was cute. Not too big and flushed pink in such a precious way. Yeosang licked up his length, making San gasp. He kissed his tip before taking him into his mouth.

San was loud immediately. He moaned, clenching and unclenching his fists beside himself. Yeosang kept his eyes up, needing to see his expressions. San's eyes were closed, and he opened them a few times before he realized Yeosang was going to keep staring. San was making small, desperate whines, almost like he was overstimulated already. Yeosang vividly remembered his first time, so he couldn't blame him. He was considerate, not doing anything too fast or rough. After Yeosang sucked on his cockhead for a few seconds, San started shaking. His precum was abundant, so Yeosang soon pulled off. How cute.

“Do you want me to make you cum?” Yeosang asked. He wanted to fuck, he was looking forward to seeing San’s ass eat him up, but if San was feeling good enough to finish this way, Yeosang would let him.

San mewled. He hummed no.

“Do you want me to stop, then?” Yeosang asked.

San hummed no again.

Yeosang smirked. “Fine. Just tell me when you’re about to cum, baby.”

San nodded. He squirmed when Yeosang got back on him. He bucked into Yeosang's mouth.

San made himself still. "I'm sorry… sorry."

Yeosang kissed his hip bone. "You're okay. Don't apologize."

"Um… um, maybe we should stop now." San said, breathless. He sat up, leaning on his hands.

Yeosang kissed his cockhead, then placed a few on his tummy and chest, making his way to his lips. He kissed his cheek and the corner of his mouth.

"Okay. Need to be prepped again? Correctly this time?" Yeosang questioned. He kissed San's jaw between his sentences. San made a noise when he nibbled at his earlobe.

"I… I think I'm okay. We'll see." San told him.

Yeosang nodded. He licked up San's neck.

"Can you take your clothes off?" San whispered.

Yeosang paused. His heart beat harder than it already had been. The situation came back to him, everything that has led to this moment. It was surreal.

"Do you want this, baby?" Yeosang asked, cupping San's face to look at him. He remembered how upset San had been when he came to him. "I don't want to take advantage of you."

San's eyes widened. "No, no… baby, I want it. Promise. You've already made me feel way better than he did. Do you not want this?"

"I do, Sannie, don't worry. I just wanted to make sure, that's all." Yeosang said. He tilted San's head to kiss his forehead.

"Thank you." San whispered.

Yeosang pressed their cheeks together, closing his eyes, taking everything in. They were warm. Warm from the start, their lips and their spit and their skin. Their eyes held deep, passionate adoration. Their breaths mixed together and they breathed each other in. There was love between them.

Yeosang undressed before San had to ask him again. He took everything off, then got back in the same position he was in. Hands hovered over his thighs. Yeosang pressed them close. San slid up to his hips, where he squeezed him, then one left. It fluttered around Yeosang's hard cock for a few seconds, then wrapped around him. Yeosang closed his eyes. San pumped him slowly.

"You're bigger than him." San whispered.

Yeosang smirked. "Do you want me to prep you now?"

"I think I'll be okay." San told him.

"You just want it now, don't you? Wanna be fucked better than anybody else could?" Yeosang murmured.

San inhaled a shaky breath, and his hands flitted around Yeosang's body like he didn't know what to do with himself. "Yes, please." He whispered.

Yeosang bit his lip. He liked hearing that more than he thought he would. With his lips on San's jaw, he asked, "What position?"

"I… um, he—he bent me over the bed, but I… I didn't really…" San tried, trailing a finger around Yeosang's cock.

"Want it on your back?" Yeosang asked. He nipped at the soft skin of his neck. "So we can see each other?"

San whimpered. He nodded, getting out a few "uh-huh"s.

Yeosang grinned. He moved off the bed to get a condom and a bottle of lube. San laid down. He kept his legs closed until Yeosang rolled on the condom and lubed himself. Yeosang waited. He wasn't going to push. San opened himself, and they made eye contact before Yeosang added lube to his hole. He waited again, and San nodded at him. Yeosang slowly pushed in his cock.

San gasped, but he hastily nodded when Yeosang paused. Yeosang continued until he bottomed out. San was taking deep breaths, covering his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Are you okay, baby?" Yeosang asked, chest tight. He rubbed his thigh.

San nodded. He removed his hand to say, "Mhmm. Yeah. Yeah. Just a lot. Feels good. Go, move, keep going."

Yeosang smirked. He did so gently, pulling out almost all the way so he could thrust only a few inches. San was whining already. Yeosang didn't know how long he'd last if this was how San was. Maybe it wouldn’t matter if San came quickly.

“Mmh, Yeosangie,” San mewled.

“Yeah?” Yeosang answered.

“Harder.” San asked.

Yeosang took a few breaths to settle himself. He nodded, taking San’s thighs and pulling him closer. The action made San groan, and then he was moaning as Yeosang fucked. His noises were high-pitched compared to his speaking voice, and Yeosang couldn't wait to hear what he sounded like when he came. Yeosang was noisy in bed too, but he made himself be quiet to hear San better. He didn't want to miss even a second.

"Sang, Sangie—" San whimpered.

"What? Too much?" Yeosang asked, out of breath.

San shook his head. "No, more, please—I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

Yeosang lowered to his elbows and pressed his forehead to San's shoulder. He fucked harder than before. San was quick, quicker than Yeosang expected even with the warning, and he did it untouched. San shook underneath him, his moans coming out equally as shaky and impossibly more fragile than earlier. It all pushed Yeosang over the edge. He bit into San's shoulder to hide a groan.

They were warm again, hot and sweaty, their breaths in each other's ears. Their hearts were beating at the same rhythm. Yeosang stayed in him for a long while, but eventually slipped out when they moved to lay on their sides.

"Thank you." San whispered.

Yeosang brushed San's hair out of his face. "Don't thank me."

The thoughts came back to him, that they were friends and they've never done this before, but if San wasn't saying anything, Yeosang wouldn't, either. Maybe this is just them now.

"It was so nice, though. You were so nice." San said quietly. He took Yeosang's hand to hold.

"Thank you." Yeosang murmured. He didn't want this moment to end.

So he didn't let it. They laid there until they got cold, and even afterwards. They both occasionally kissed the other's hand. It was calm. Peaceful. Idyllic.

Yeosang hoped San would consider him his first time and forget the man that disrespected him.

Chapter 12: Jjonghwa

Notes:

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Sub top Seonghwa, dom-ish bottom Jongho, bunny ears and tail plug, raw sex, creampie

This is a spin-off from this woojjongsan but you don't need to read that to get this :)

Jongho has been thinking about bunnies a lot.

Not the animal, but

Seonghwa,

the bunny.

Seonghwa, the bunny, with the pair of ears Jongho had given him. The ears, his bright eyes, and his butt that would look perfect with a fluffy tail.

The ears were from the lingerie set Jongho had bought to wear for Wooyoung and San. Jongho wore the bodysuit and gave the bunny ears to Seonghwa because he wasn't going to wear them, and he wanted to give back since Seonghwa helped him choose the outfit.

The fact that Seonghwa had them never left Jongho's mind. He imagined them sitting in Seonghwa's room, unused, waiting to be put on. Jongho wanted to be the first person to see him wear them. He told Seonghwa as much.

"Have you worn your bunny ears yet?" Jongho asked, in the backseat of the van.

Seonghwa glanced at him. "I mean, I've tried them on, but no. Why?"

"I want to see them first." Jongho stated.

Seonghwa turned to him. He looked him up and down, a smile forming. Jongho kept his face blank. Seonghwa bit his lip and simply nodded, turning back to the front.

Jongho looked out the window, hiding a smirk.

They weren't able to do anything right when they got home, but kept stealing glances at each other, sending signals that they were still up for it. Once everybody had settled down for the night, Jongho snuck into Seonghwa's room. Jongho was more of the heat-of-the-moment type, but that was difficult with his lifestyle, so he had to settle. It seemed Seonghwa was the opposite, though; he was sitting on the edge of his bed, his ears and a bottle of lube on his bedside table.

Seonghwa met him at the door, caging him against it. He pressed their foreheads together. "Aren't you gonna wear your pretty outfit for me? I thought I told you I wanted to see it."

Jongho held his waist. Seonghwa was wearing his good pajamas, silky and smooth. Underneath, his skin was just as soft. He looked so precious in them, Jongho didn't know if he even wanted him to take them off.

"Next time." Jongho murmured. He slid his hands up and got a peek at Seonghwa's belly button.

Seonghwa lifted Jongho's head with a finger under his chin. Seonghwa pecked his lips, then went back for more. They were warm against each other.

"Next time." Seonghwa promised. Then, "I have a surprise for you."

Jongho hummed in question. He held Seonghwa's shirt up as his other hand manipulated his soft tummy. Jongho wanted to lay him down and bite him.

Seonghwa guided him to his bed. Jongho hadn't seen it before, but a white, fluffy tail plug was sitting on Seonghwa's nightstand, too. Seonghwa took it and held it in his hands, showing Jongho with an excited smile. Jongho flushed with arousal. He had fantasized about Seonghwa with a bunny tail, but didn't know he actually had one.

Jongho pet the ball of fuzz. "Now?" he asked.

Seonghwa bit his lip as he smiled. He kissed Jongho. "I guess, baby, if you want."

Jongho took the plug from him. He set it aside and held Seonghwa's face to kiss deeper. "Bun should put his ears on first." He murmured.

Seonghwa nodded. He held Jongho's neck, his thumb caressing his jaw as he kissed hard. He broke away with a heavy breath. Seonghwa got off the bed, and he turned away to fit the headband on. Jongho watched from behind. Seonghwa fixed his hair, then turned around with a small smile. Jongho looked him up and down, from the top of the ears to his feet, pausing on his bulge as he went back up. Seonghwa shifted under Jongho’s lustful gaze.

Jongho patted his lap. Seonghwa straddled his thighs and held his shoulders. Jongho began to unbutton Seonghwa’s shirt. Seonghwa tried to help him, but Jongho kissed him as a distraction. Once unbuttoned, Jongho slid his hands over his shoulders to push it off. It fell from Seonghwa’s body, and Jongho couldn’t think of a more beautiful sight. He pressed a kiss to Seonghwa’s bare shoulder. Jongho traveled across his collar bone to his sternum, then up his throat. Seonghwa tilted his head for him. Jongho sucked on his neck, not too hard, then finished at his lips.

“You’re the prettiest boy in the world.” Jongho whispered.

Seonghwa grinned. “You make me feel pretty.”

That made Jongho proud of himself. He leaned back and combed his fingers through Seonghwa’s bangs, taking in him and the ears together. The ears were velour, pink on the outside and cream on the inside. Jongho’s eyes trailed down Seonghwa’s body again, and he saw Seonghwa’s bulge was larger now. He needed to do something about that. Jongho palmed at him, slow and gentle. He discerned Seonghwa’s shaft and stroked him through his pants.

Seonghwa’s breathing was shaky. His hands flitted around Jongho’s body, restlessly moving from his shoulders to his hair to his biceps. He widened his legs and shifted closer. Jongho smiled as he kissed Seonghwa’s neck. He elicited a moan when he sucked on the sensitive skin, making Jongho’s tummy bloom with heat. He needed more. Jongho dipped his fingers underneath the waistband of Seonghwa’s pants. Seonghwa helped push them down, revealing he wasn’t wearing underwear.

Jongho’s breath hitched. He gently took Seonghwa’s cock in his hand. His skin was smooth and his tip was blushed rosy. Jongho stroked him as he thought. He didn’t know what he wanted first: his mouth on him or to see him in the plug.

Seonghwa’s little noises were distracting, but Jongho made up his mind soon enough. “Take these off and I’ll fit in your plug, okay baby?”

Seonghwa nodded. He kissed Jongho, enthusiastic but short, before getting up. He turned away, too, to undress, and Jongho thought it was cute that he was shy. Jongho moved so Seonghwa could lay down. He collected the lube and plug before kneeling in between Seonghwa’s legs. Seonghwa’s legs were closed, and Jongho coaxed them open by kissing his knees, then the start of his thigh, then lower until he set a small kiss on his cock. Seonghwa gasped when he did, his hand flying to cover his mouth. Jongho smirked to himself.

Jongho eased Seonghwa’s legs back. He squeezed lube onto his fingers, rubbing it between them to try to warm it up, then spread it on Seonghwa’s perfectly tight hole. As Jongho pushed in a finger, he watched Seonghwa’s face to make sure he was comfortable. Seonghwa’s brow was knitted together, but he’d moved his hands, and his mouth was open in a silent moan.

Jongho removed his finger. He teased Seonghwa’s rim with the tip of the plug, then pushed until it popped into place. Seonghwa gasped when it did. He clenched on it, getting used to the feeling. Jongho watched it move inside him. Seonghwa started to sit up.

“Stay.” Jongho told him.

Seonghwa set his legs down, propping himself up on his elbows and looking at Jongho.

Jongho bent down to kiss the tip of Seonghwa’s dick. He sucked on his cockhead.

“Jongho…” Seonghwa sighed, a hand going to Jongho’s hair. “I want… I wanted to do this to you, honey bear.”

Jongho kissed along his length, open and wet. “In a minute.”

Seonghwa chuckled breathlessly. “Baby…”

"In a minute." Jongho repeated. He took Seonghwa's cock down his throat.

Seonghwa moaned. He then covered his mouth, and Jongho wanted to reprimand him, but remembered that they needed to be quiet for the others, which was a disappointment. He massaged his balls as he worked on him, earning more noises. Jongho wished he could kick everybody out so he could clearly hear Seonghwa's breathtaking moans.

Seonghwa bucked into his mouth when Jongho sucked on him. Jongho took it well. He was proud of his blowjob skills, really; he's been praised by each of the members. Jongho was focusing on Seonghwa now, though, paying attention to which moves made him squeak and mewl. Seonghwa liked his cockhead being played with, but not too much, because then he'd get oversensitive. When  Jongho would kiss his balls, he would sigh in relief. Jongho loved how transparent he was about his pleasure.

"Please…" Seonghwa whispered, his grip tight in Jongho's hair.

"Have you always been this impatient?" Jongho questioned. He kissed and bit his plush thighs.

"No, no, I… I can't last." Seonghwa confessed.

Jongho pulled away. Seonghwa hid behind his hands. Jongho crawled up to him and kissed his knuckles. Seonghwa removed his hands, his brow knitted and his bottom lip between his teeth. Jongho chuckled. He was cute.

"Fine. I'll give bunny a break. What do you want?" Jongho asked. He sat up, straddling Seonghwa's thighs.

"Off, please. Please." Seonghwa breathed, his hands going from Jongho's pants to his shirt.

Jongho grinned. He got off the bed to fully undress, and didn't get the chance to get back on it. Seonghwa sat on the edge and pulled Jongho to him, his lips attaching to his chest. He kissed around Jongho's pecs and ribs, sometimes dipping down to his tummy, all the while panting like he couldn't get enough. Jongho pet his hair. He was warm all over, and he had been mostly hard, but further stiffened at Seonghwa's show. Jongho could feel love with every touch of Seonghwa's lips.

Seonghwa eventually moved to Jongho's cock. He was slower with this, taking him down in centimeters until his nose touched Jongho's groin. Jongho struggled to breathe. He gripped Seonghwa's hair and felt himself throb in his throat. Seonghwa moved away and began to bob his head, and Jongho was able to take a deep breath. Though his knees nearly buckled when they made eye contact.

"Fuck, Seonghwa…" Jongho sighed. He made himself release his hair. He didn't want to cause him any pain.

Seonghwa moved off of him, and he was already drooling, his lips shiny and his chin wet. He dropped a dollop of spit on the tip of Jongho's cock and stroked him with it. Jongho groaned and squeezed his eyes shut.

As time passed, Jongho's legs began to shake. It was obvious, but Seonghwa ignored it. He kept going, rarely leaving his cock to breathe. Jongho couldn't last, either. And so, even if he really didn't want to, he pushed Seonghwa away. Seonghwa wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at him.

"Ready?" Jongho asked, out of breath. He was grateful he rarely needed to be prepped.

Seonghwa nodded, fixing his ears that had tilted. Jongho took another breath to calm himself. They got in position, Jongho on his back and Seonghwa between his legs. Seonghwa set Jongho's calves on his shoulders and found the lube to pour more on. They looked at each other as Seonghwa pushed in.

Jongho's jaw dropped. He swallowed thickly, his eyes closing and his head falling back. Seonghwa paused once he bottomed out. Jongho was grateful for that, too. Seonghwa set his hands on Jongho's stomach, his fingertips pressing into the softness to knead. Jongho grew a bit self-conscious, but forgot about it once he saw how hungry Seonghwa's eyes were. Seonghwa moved up to his chest, squeezing his pecs and thumbing at his nipples. Jongho's breath quickened.

"I need to move."

"Yes," was all Jongho could say.

Seonghwa began to thrust. He was whining immediately, biting his lip and throwing his head back. Jongho was noisy, too, but quieter, letting out small grunts and moans. He held onto Seonghwa's wrists, wanting to be as close as possible.

Seonghwa thrusted fast. It looked like he couldn't help himself, focusing only on his pleasure. Jongho loved it. Of course, it felt good, but it was also sexy—he felt appreciated. He liked being the reason behind Seonghwa losing control.

Jongho grabbed at him, going from his arms to his shoulders to his waist. He groped his ass, and his fingers grazed the tail when he reached far enough. Jongho shifted so he could reach farther and pushed on the plug. He didn't take his eyes off Seonghwa's face.

Seonghwa moaned loudly, his hips stuttering. His brow was furrowed, his bottom lip between his teeth, his nails digging into Jongho's biceps. Jongho pressed on it a few more times, making Seonghwa's arms tremble. He then grasped Seonghwa's face and kissed him.

"I'm—I'm…" Seonghwa started, out of breath. "I'm, uh…"

"Close?" Jongho supplied.

Seonghwa nodded. "I'm sorry." He breathed.

"Don't, don't." Jongho said. He was close, too. He would've been embarrassed about how short he's lasted if Seonghwa wasn't the same way.

Seonghwa whined, his head dipping down. The movement made the ears tip over. Jongho cupped his cheek and fixed the headband for him, trying his best when Seonghwa's thrusts were rocking him back and forth. Seonghwa's hair had gotten messy, and Jongho brushed his fingers through it. He put a hand on Seonghwa's head as he leaned down to kiss again, making sure the ears stayed in place.

Seonghwa collapsed to his elbows and hid his face in Jongho's shoulder. He bit at him, muffling his moans. Jongho hugged him close.

"Please, please…" Seonghwa tried.

Jongho knew he was begging just to beg, that he liked it, not that he was asking Jongho to do anything. It still made Jongho want to give him anything he wanted. Jongho kissed his neck, sucking hard. Seonghwa let out a strangled moan, then his thrusts lost rhythm and he came. If Jongho could cum hands-free, he would've at that moment.

Seonghwa sat up, and he kept thrusting, even if his legs were shaking. He stroked Jongho's cock. Jongho gasped and tensed, his climax quickly bubbling up. He came in a few moments. He moaned through it, covering his mouth with both hands. Seonghwa touched him until his load was merely dribbling out and Jongho had to wave him away.

Seonghwa pulled out. Jongho immediately touched his hole, feeling Seonghwa's cum seeping out of him. He pushed it back inside him, just his fingertip, and whimpered. Seonghwa groped his thighs as he watched.

"Baby…" Seonghwa whispered. He roughly pushed up his bunny ears that had fallen again, eyes still glued to Jongho.

Jongho pushed deeper. He was deliciously wet and warm, but raw, too, so he pulled away, sighing in satisfaction. Seonghwa tore off his headband to crawl up to Jongho and lay with his head on his chest. Jongho kissed the top of his head.

"You're so good, bun. Thank you." Jongho said, voice even but quiet. He held Seonghwa's forearm that was draped over his stomach.

"Thank you." Seonghwa told him, pouty from his face pressed to Jongho's skin.

Jongho slid his hand down Seonghwa's back to his ass. "Do you want the plug out, honey?"

"Not yet." Seonghwa mumbled.

Jongho squeezed a cheek. Seonghwa pressed closer to him. They rested, regaining their breath. They were both pleasantly satiated.

Chapter 13: 2ho

Notes:

3.6k
Dom top Yunho, sub bottom Jongho, pain kink - hole spanking, face fucking, choking (on dick), ass eating, teasing, degradation, "slut", begging, very slight humiliation kink, light crying

This is part one of two, the second part will be uploaded shortly :)

Jongho could come onto someone if he tried hard enough. He just greatly enjoyed being the receiver. He liked being flirted with, liked blushing and giggling, liked knowing somebody wanted to make him swoon.

For whatever reason, Yunho couldn't read his mind.

Jongho has tried to send signals. He especially wanted Yunho's hands, so he's been staring at him and been touchier than usual, rubbing his arms and holding his hands. Yunho didn't seem to notice.

Jongho didn't think he could last one more night jerking off to the thought of Yunho spanking his hole.

Once, when they were out working, Jongho told Yunho, "We need to talk when we get home."

"Okay." Yunho said easily. Doing this wasn't a reason for anxiety; they have private conversations all the time.

Even if Yunho was calm, Jongho made himself uneasy. He only warned Yunho to ensure they'd be alone together at some point. He didn't know what he'd say once the time came. It gave Jongho some relief knowing they've played with his pain kink before, but he still couldn't just come out and say it. Yunho has spanked his ass and fucked him rough, but hasn't slapped his hole. Jongho has done it before, he knew he wanted it, yet was embarrassed. Though he doubted Yunho would reject him, it was a possibility. Jongho just wished he was better at flirting. And not being anxious. And not overthinking.

They ended up in Jongho's room. After the door was closed, Jongho flopped onto his bed with a sigh, laying on his back. He'd already given up, almost, debating resorting to just being blunt. But he didn't want to. He wanted to make Yunho feel special.

"What's wrong?" Yunho asked, sitting next to him and leaning over to look at him.

Jongho couldn't stop himself from staring at Yunho's lips. He wet his own, lost in his fantasies. Jongho darted to peck his lips.

Yunho laughed, surprised. Before he could speak, Jongho sat up, bringing Yunho with him and kissing him again. Jongho was getting hard.

"What did you want to talk about?" Yunho asked, holding the side of Jongho's neck.

"Nothing." Jongho breathed. Maybe he wouldn't have to flirt, since Yunho seemed receptive.

"Actually nothing, or 'nothing' as in 'something'?" Yunho asked.

"Nothing." Jongho repeated. He kissed deeper. He supposed he was lying; he wanted to ask to be spanked. But that can wait.

"You just wanted to kiss me, then?" Yunho chuckled.

Jongho nodded, unashamed. He straddled one of Yunho's thighs. "Is that okay?"

Yunho smiled. He kissed Jongho's neck, short and light. He finished behind his ear before moving away. He held Jongho's head with both hands. "Mm-hmm. Are you wanting more than kissing?"

Jongho nodded. He kept imagining it, picturing Yunho's pretty hands on his ass, making his skin sting in the best way possible, making him puffy and pink. He bit his lip to stifle a whine.

"You look like you know exactly what you want." Yunho chuckled. He brushed his fingers through Jongho's hair. "Tell me."

Jongho still wanted to flirt and make Yunho shy. He made an attempt with, "Tell me first, baby. I'll do anything."

Instead of getting shy, Yunho's eyes darkened with lust. Jongho's chest tightened with both nerves and excitement. Yunho had harder kinks than him.

Yunho pulled Jongho fully into his lap. "Tell me." He commanded.

Jongho pouted. He might as well give up now. He's gotten what he wanted. It was hard to make Yunho shy in this context, anyway. Jongho will have to put his dreams on hold.

"I—I want…" Jongho started. He dipped down to rest his head on Yunho's shoulder. "I want you to spank me."

"You usually do, baby." Yunho laughed. He rubbed Jongho's back. "There's something else. Don't be shy."

Jongho moved to press the sides of his and Yunho's heads together. He took a breath before responding.

"I want you to spank my hole. I want it to hurt. I want it to be you, baby, I need your hands on me." Jongho had Yunho hold his hips. "I need it to be you. Only you. Nobody else could do this how I want. You know me. I want you so bad, Yunho."

Jongho ended up rambling, rarely thinking before he spoke. Everything was true, though. Yunho was the first and only person Jongho thought about doing this with.

"Baby," Yunho chuckled, turning away.

Jongho's heart warmed. He made Yunho shy. Jongho smiled wide and took Yunho's face to kiss him. Yunho squeezed his hips.

"You're so sweet to me." Yunho murmured. His fingers dipped into Jongho's pants. Jongho wanted to tear them off. "And now you want me to spank your hole? Your cute little hole?"

Jongho nodded enthusiastically. Every one of Yunho's fingers were under the waistbands of Jongho's pants and underwear, warm and close, but he was still.

"Will it hurt when I fuck you?" Yunho asked.

Jongho hasn't done that before, actually, fucking after the slapping, but he didn't think it'd be a big deal. Even if it did, he wouldn't mind. He shook his head and bit his lip.

"Okay." Yunho said. He tugged Jongho's pants down until the spread of Jongho's legs stopped him. He didn't touch where Jongho needed, though, not his hard cock, but his thighs and his waist. Jongho tried not to pout.

"This is really what you wanted when you asked to talk?" Yunho asked. He held Jongho's ribs, his thumbs rubbing him.

"Yes. Do you have something to talk about?" Jongho asked, breath already shaky.

Yunho chuckled. "No, I just find it funny you thought you had to lure me like this."

Jongho clenched his fists at his sides. His cock was twitching. Yunho noticed, Jongho knew he did. But he still wasn't touching him. Finally, Jongho replied with, "How else would I get you alone?"

Yunho hummed, conceding. They both knew it was hard to be alone with one of them. Yunho tugged Jongho's shirt off. His eyes were appreciative as he looked over Jongho's front. He still ignored his cock.

"You could've told me, 'come to my room to fuck.' I would've listened." Yunho then said. He tucked a strand of Jongho's hair behind his ear.

"I wanted to make you feel wanted." Jongho murmured.

Yunho looked at him, a small smile on his lips. "You don't need to do anything fancy to make me feel wanted, baby. I feel special any time you touch me. Understand?"

Jongho simply nodded. He was flattered, but distracted, achingly aware of his flagging hardness. He needed to be touched.

"Keep me hard." Jongho whispered, desperate.

Yunho smirked. Jongho gasped when he wrapped his hand around his dick. His eyes fluttered closed when Yunho began to pump him. Jongho put his hands on Yunho's shoulders to steady himself.

"What about me, honey bear?" Yunho asked, sweet.

"Anything." Jongho answered. He pursed his lips to hide a moan when Yunho thumbed at his leaking tip.

"No. What do you want to do to me?"

Jongho didn't have an answer to that. He wanted Yunho to do things to him. He thought Yunho wanted it that way, that they both liked Yunho doing whatever he wanted to Jongho. So Jongho didn't know what to say.

"I… I just—Yunho," Jongho sighed, shamelessly grinding into Yunho's hand.

Yunho moved away. He leaned back on his hands, looking at Jongho expectantly.

Jongho pouted and huffed. Answering shouldn't be this hard. He glanced around Yunho's body, thinking of anything and everything he could do. Handjobs and blowjobs were a given; he felt pressured to say something unique. But he's never been asked this before.

"Just—just choke me with your cock or something. Fuck, baby, why are you making me choose?" Jongho complained.

Yunho smirked. "Because I like hearing you say it."

Jongho glared at him. Yunho laughed. He urged Jongho off of him, then pulled off his pants. Jongho stood, naked, and savored the moment he was fully nude while Yunho was fully clothed. He loved the vulnerability of it. Yunho undressed, too, then gestured at the bed like it was obvious where Jongho should go. Jongho attempted to just sit on the edge, but was stopped.

"No. You want to choke."

Jongho had to think. He hesitantly laid down, on his back with his head off the bed. He hasn't done this before. His inexperience worried him, but only slightly, because Yunho knew him. He'd know if Jongho needed to stop.

Yunho held Jongho's head. Jongho stared at his cock, as it was the only thing in his field of view, and took a deep breath. He opened his mouth. Yunho pushed in, filling him instantly. Jongho fidgeted with his fingers on his tummy. His breathing picked up when Yunho pressed deeper.

Yunho took Jongho's hands and had him hold his hips. Jongho dug his nails into him when Yunho began to thrust. Yunho was starting out shallow, but Jongho knew there was much more to come. He's never been able to take all of Yunho's dick in his mouth. Jongho's gag reflex wasn't the most sensitive, but it was there, and he could definitely still choke. Jongho breathed and waited for Yunho to really get going.

And Jongho loved it when he did. He was drooling quickly, his jaw soon aching. He rubbed his thighs together, trying to get friction on his cock because his hands were glued to Yunho's hips. He moaned and whined and gagged and choked. Yunho allowed him some breaks, but as soon as Jongho got a lungful of air, he shoved himself right back onto Yunho's cock.

Apparently, his enthusiasm didn't make up for his lack in skill.

"You're not opening wide enough." Yunho critiqued.

"You're big, I'm sorry." Jongho rushed. He definitely teethed at him at some points, but tried his hardest to stay agape. It was harder the deeper Yunho went, his focus shifting to oxygen instead. Jongho kissed and licked along Yunho's cock, wet and messy, trying to make up for it.

Yunho slipped in and gave shallow thrusts. Jongho's head was starting to hurt in this position, but he stayed quiet. Yunho wasn't done.

Yunho groped Jongho's chest. He tweaked his nipples, making Jongho flinch and yelp. Yunho then leaned to stroke Jongho's cock. The reach caused him to press deeper than ever before, making Jongho tense and let out an obscene choking sound, but he also rolled his hips into Yunho's hand. Only when Jongho's heart sped up in fear did he push Yunho away. Yunho pulled out and Jongho heaved in big breaths. He pumped his own cock, fast and rough.

Yunho laughed. He pushed Jongho to sit up, then knelt behind him. The blood rushing back to his body helped Jongho further calm down, though he was still panting. He rested his head on Yunho's shoulder and closed his eyes.

"You know just how to be a good little doll, don't you?" Yunho murmured, his lips on Jongho's ear. It gave Jongho goosebumps. Yunho wiped the drool from Jongho's face as he said, "Must've taken lots of practice."

Jongho blushed, embarrassed. He was finally settled enough to breathe through his nose. He dropped his head and didn't respond.

"Ass up." Yunho ordered.

Jongho obediently leaned down to his elbows. He widened his stance and arched his back for him. His heart sped up again, but this time in excitement.

Jongho gasped when Yunho licked him. He jerked, too, completely surprised. Yunho kept going. Jongho mewled and screwed his eyes shut. Yunho was deliciously wet and warm. Jongho groaned when Yunho spit on his hole and rubbed it in.

Yunho slapped him. Jongho yelped. He was more shocked than in pain, and he hoped Yunho knew that. It stung more than a spank to the ass, and Jongho loved it. Yunho rubbed him again, still wet with spit, and tapped at him a few times, making lewd noises. Yunho grabbed his cheeks and shoved his tongue into Jongho's hole. Jongho's jaw dropped to let out a loud moan.

"You're a slut, now? You want everyone to hear you?" Yunho questioned.

Jongho whimpered. He didn't care. He's heard the others before; it was an inconvenience but nothing to start a fight over. Yunho shouldn't care, either. He just wanted to degrade him.

Yunho pushed in a finger. Jongho gasped, and he mewled when Yunho got close to his prostate, wanting to guide him in the right direction, then groaned and flinched when Yunho left and slapped him. He imagined being abused until he was red and puffy, wet from Yunho's spit, close to tears but not really, because Yunho was smart and he toyed with Jongho's limits in the best ways.

"You are a slut, then." Yunho said. He spanked him a few times in a row, and Jongho's eyes rolled back in his head. "You deserve this, then. You deserve more, then?"

Jongho couldn't help but nod. Yunho slapped him hard. The difference between sharp pain and the softness of Yunho's tongue right after made Jongho's head spin. Yunho licked and sucked, and Jongho could feel he was drooling. Yunho shoved in two fingers. Jongho yelped in surprise. His arch deepened, his face pressed to the bed and his knees slipping.

"You said you wanted more, and now you can't handle it?" Yunho asked.

Jongho knew this was his way of checking in without stopping the scene. Jongho adored him for it. He hurriedly shook his head, fixing his posture, assuring him, "No, no, fuck—fuck, more. More."

Yunho chuckled. He aimed for Jongho's prostate and hit it right away. Jongho whimpered, face scrunching like he was about to cry. He wasn't, he couldn't, yet, he hasn't been hurt enough. He wanted it to hurt.

Yunho seemed to know. He slapped him hard, once, twice, three times, and Jongho whined through it. He sniffled and made fists in the sheets. He shuddered, full-body, and started to drool, too. He hoped Yunho could see him. He wanted Yunho to see him and think he was dirty and whorish.

"Yunho…" Jongho mewled.

"Ready now?" Yunho breathed.

Jongho wasn't, he still wanted to be spanked and fingered and licked, but Yunho's voice betrayed his calm, collected attitude. He was getting impatient. So Jongho nodded and moved to his back. He pulled his legs back and waited.

"Eager." Yunho chuckled.

Jongho pouted. Yunho was the one who suggested this. He kept his mouth shut and stayed spread for him. First, Yunho found Jongho's lube and poured on a good amount. Jongho remembered condoms, but he really didn't care at this moment. It seemed Yunho didn't, either, because he knelt and held Jongho's legs back. But he didn't push in. Instead, he thumbed at Jongho's hole.

"So red." Yunho commented. "Hurts, baby?"

Jongho bit his lip and nodded. It didn't, actually, not really; it stung a bit to be touched but the lube was helping cool his angry skin. He knew what Yunho wanted to hear, though. He clenched on just Yunho's touch, wanting something inside of him.

"Say it."

Jongho took a shaky breath. "It hurts, Yuyu. Hurt me again."

Yunho's sharp smile and the glint in his eye were fierce enough to almost scare Jongho. That's how he liked it. He held his breath as Yunho pushed in his cock. It was huge compared to his fingers, and Jongho only gasped in a breath when his instincts kicked in. It didn't necessarily hurt, he just needed time to get used to the stretch.

Yunho thrusted before Jongho was ready.

"Please—" Jongho breathed, throwing his head back. He looked back down, seeing only half of Yunho's dick was in him. Jongho's brow furrowed and he slumped to the bed.

Yunho stopped. "Hm? Bear needs a break? Little bear's too weak?"

Jongho whimpered. "Please…" he tried again.

Yunho bottomed out, leaning down to Jongho's face. Jongho choked out a gasp. His back arched off the bed and he grasped Yunho's biceps tightly. Jongho breathed deeply as he tried to get used to the full, overwhelming, warm, hot feeling of Yunho's cock deep inside him, deeper than Jongho has gotten from anybody, or anything, else.

"Say a full sentence and I might listen to you." Yunho whispered, close enough that their noses were touching.

"Just… just wait, please, wait a second." Jongho breathed.

"Only because you asked so nicely." Yunho said, kissing him shortly.

Jongho really did need only a few seconds to feel comfortable on Yunho's dick. He just wanted to savor the feeling, peaceful and content before Yunho began to fuck him ruthlessly. He nearly just wanted to cockwarm now. That thought only occupied his brain for a second.

"Please," Jongho whispered.

"Yeah? What does that mean this time?" Yunho questioned.

Jongho shifted, trying to get him closer. "Fuck me."

Yunho laughed. He kissed Jongho's forehead before sitting up. Yunho pulled away until just his cockhead stayed inside, and Jongho was smart enough to prepare himself before Yunho slammed in. Even expecting it, Jongho still yelped and cringed in on himself. He relaxed once Yunho started to thrust. Whining was the only sound Jongho could make, most times sounding like he was crying. Jongho turned himself on by hearing himself, not being able to help but think of his effect on Yunho. He'd open his eyes and see for himself, but they were screwed shut.

"God, a noisy little thing. You haven't always been like this. Should I take the compliment, baby?" Yunho asked.

Jongho nodded hard. Yunho should know what he's done. He needed to take responsibility.

"Thank you, sweetie." Yunho said simply.

Yunho pulled Jongho towards him by his thighs in time with his thrusts. Jongho choked on a cry, immediately oversensitive, but no tears fell. He was beginning to feel raw and his throat was bruised and starting to feel insecure about how loud he was.

Yet it didn't matter. Jongho would love to wake up sore. He would enjoy being stared at the next day, knowing people heard him feeling as good as possible, and might even take pleasure in having forced them to hear it.

Jongho was close. He needed to be touched. "Yuyu…" He tried.

Yunho pulled out. Jongho whined, half angry and half desperate. Yunho roughly pulled him to the edge of the bed then flipped him to his stomach. Jongho's eyes rolled back in his head when Yunho pushed in. Yunho went harder than before, and Jongho couldn't even moan, the air being knocked out of him with each thrust. His cock being between himself and the bed helped, though, and he was quickly brought to the edge.

"Close, yeah? Cum. Yuyu wants bear to cum."

Jongho whimpered, his eyes welling with tears. It was frustrating since it took longer because he wasn't directly touching himself, but it happened eventually, and he shook through it. His feet slipped off the floor and he clawed at the sheets. Yunho held his hips tightly and pinned him to the bed. He came, too, after Jongho, making Jongho overstimulated and finally making him cry. Jongho sniffled and pressed his face to the bed.

Yunho didn't notice until he pulled out. Then, only after he took a few moments to watch his load spill out of Jongho's rosy hole.

"Oh, baby, are you okay?" Yunho asked, gently turning Jongho over and kneeling next to him. He pet his hair.

Jongho nodded quickly. He was perfect. He caught Yunho's hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss.

"Promise?" Yunho asked.

Jongho nodded again. He needed to settle his breathing before he spoke.

"You're very cute. Thank you for this, sweetheart." Yunho said. "You got what you wanted, right?"

"Yes." Jongho managed to whisper. "Thank you."

Yunho kissed the top of his head. He pressed his forehead to him as he said, "You're so cute, baby. Sounded so pretty. Are you ready for everyone's eyes on you?"

Jongho blushed. He turned away, whining, hiding his face in the bed. Jongho realized it wasn't nighttime, they couldn't just go straight to bed after this. He'd have to leave his room at some point. Yunho chuckled, sitting up and squeezing Jongho's hand before getting off the bed.

"I can stay with you, honey. I wouldn't mind showing you off." Yunho said. He found a towel on Jongho's floor and used it to clean himself up. "Though I'm not sure if I could stay civil if one of them gets too close. You said you only wanted me, didn't you, baby?"

Jongho bit his lip as Yunho rolled him over and began to wipe off his ass and thighs. He was talking about them having dinner together. Most times they're unable to have all eight of them, but it's always at least two or three.

"Didn't you, baby?"

Jongho nodded. He was lying. His tummy filled with arousal at the thought of turning one of them on enough to get taken in front of anybody (un)fortunate enough to be there. It didn't have to be Yunho. It didn't have to be only one person, either.

Yunho laughed like they were joking. "You're cute. Come here."

Jongho stood. His legs quivered, but he stayed upright. Yunho dressed him himself. He forgot underwear under Jongho's sweatpants, and Jongho didn't feel like saying anything. Yunho pulled a shirt over his head and pecked his lips. Jongho watched him redress quietly, head still foggy from their sex. Thinking about leaving his room didn't help.

But Jongho happily took Yunho's hand when asked, and they walked out together.

Chapter 14: Jongho x Yunho Yeosang Wooyoung

Notes:

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Sub bottom Jongho, dom vers Wooyoung, dom top Yeosang, dom voyeur Yunho, gangbang, light spanking, dacryphilia, crying, aftercare

Final part :)

It helped a little that whoever else was home was in the middle of cooking, barely noticing the two walk in. Yunho kept Jongho by his side. Jongho didn't try to break away. He loved Yunho's possessiveness. Even if Yunho got this way after having sex with anyone, it made Jongho feel special. He pressed himself to Yunho's side as they sat at the low table.

Yeosang glanced at him, making eye contact. Jongho stiffened and looked away. Yunho hugged his waist. It was embarrassing. They should've waited at least a little bit before leaving the room. Yunho knew what he was doing.

"Wash your hands." Wooyoung told them.

Jongho was up before Yunho. They went to the bathroom together, where Jongho tried to complain about having to face people so soon, but Yunho shut him up with deep kisses. It made Jongho half-hard. Jongho took a deep breath to settle himself while Yunho, calm as ever, returned to the kitchen. Jongho followed and tried to hide his crotch.

The dishes were already placed when they got back. Jongho glued himself to Yunho's side once they sat on the floor around the table and began to eat. He stayed quiet when they picked up casual conversation. He was hyper-aware of his lack of underwear, of his cock resting against his bare thigh. The more he thought, the harder he became, so he tried to distract himself.

Luckily for him, he was graciously given a distraction.

"Are you feeling okay, Jongho?" Yeosang asked.

Jongho perked up at the direct question. He nodded, eyebrows up like he didn't know what Yeosang was talking about.

"Tired, I'm sure." Wooyoung quipped. He glanced Jongho up and down.

Jongho avoided eye contact and scooted closer to Yunho.

He should've known Yunho wasn't on his side.

"So tired, yet he didn't even do anything." Yunho said.

Jongho blushed hot.

Wooyoung chuckled. "Nothing at all?"

"Nothing. I had to fuck his face and ass. Never even lifted a finger." Yunho told him. He leaned back on his hands, taking away Jongho's support. Jongho sat up but kept his head down.

"That's why he sounded so beautiful? He was getting everything he deserved?" Yeosang asked.

His voice was so soft Jongho couldn't help but look at him. Yeosang had been talking about him, but his eyes were trained on Jongho. Jongho only lasted a few seconds before cowering away. He fidgeted with his fingers in his lap.

"I suppose so. He thanked me." Yunho said, grabbing Jongho's jaw and bringing his head up. Jongho's breath caught and his eyes widened. He kept his gaze on Yunho. Yunho's eyes glinted with amusement.

"I thought I was yours." Jongho whispered. Yunho had been so possessive over him earlier. He hadn't wanted anybody to even look at Jongho.

Yunho smirked. "You are, angel. I feel generous tonight."

Jongho nodded once. Yunho winked and let go of his chin. Jongho immediately slumped back down and kept his eyes low. He didn't know if he felt grateful or cheap: Yunho's but being loaned out.

"Subs should always thank their doms." Wooyoung said, matter of fact.

Jongho nodded to himself. He was waiting for Yunho to expose the spanking. It wouldn't be the worst thing to happen, but it would still embarrass Jongho. Like he said, he picked Yunho for a reason.

"He's so good to you, Yunho." Yeosang said.

Jongho glanced between the two of them. Yeosang looked pleased, apparently loving this conversation. Wooyoung wasn't the exact opposite, but his eyes definitely held judgment and distaste. Jongho felt adored under Yeosang's gaze but small under Wooyoung's.

"Are you wanting to see for yourself?"

Yeosang perked up like they hadn't been hinting at this the whole time.

"Are we watching or participating?" Wooyoung questioned.

"You can do whatever you want."

Jongho's whole body warmed at them making the decisions for him. He continued to hide, not wanting to have any influence on their choices.

"Right here? Right now?"

Jongho felt Yunho shrug at his side. Jongho heated further, blood rushing to his face and his cock. Wooyoung has always been impatient. Jongho didn't want to check on Yeosang, but he imagined he was equally as interested, just a lot more reserved about it.

"Jongho wants it?"

All eyes were on him. Jongho took a second to realize, thinking Wooyoung wanted Yunho to answer again. He took another second to think. He wanted it, his dick was aching by now, but was hesitant about the pain. Not from spanking or anything like that, but the raw feeling of being fucked for too long. Maybe they'd just need to use a lot of lube.

Jongho nodded.

"Say it."

Jongho made himself keep eye contact with Wooyoung. For him, there was no going back now. "Fuck me." He stated.

Wooyoung's eyes shone with excitement. He almost kneed the table when he stood and made his way to Jongho. Jongho instinctively leaned back as Wooyoung closed in on him. He ended up with his head on Yunho's thigh. Wooyoung straddled Jongho's hips.

"Yeah? Say it again, baby." Wooyoung said, his hands on Jongho's chest.

Jongho stifled a moan when Wooyoung shifted on his crotch. His breathing was already labored, and he wanted to look to Yunho or Yeosang for reassurance, but Wooyoung's gaze was too fierce.

"Fuck me." Jongho said, quieter.

Wooyoung smirked. He caressed Jongho's face and cocked his head, obviously thinking of something, but Jongho couldn't tell what. Wooyoung's fingertips drifted over Jongho's lips.

Wooyoung pushed in a finger and pressed on Jongho's bottom row of teeth to open his mouth. He leaned down and whispered, "Tell us to stop at any time."

Jongho nodded, chest heaving with his labored breathing.

Wooyoung smiled and sat up. He held Jongho's face, squishing his cheeks, and wiggled him a bit. It made Jongho feel childish. Wooyoung pet Jongho's hair as he spoke to Yunho.

"What did you two do? Anything he wants again?" Wooyoung asked.

Yunho hummed in thought. Jongho finally looked at him, begging with his eyes. He hoped Yunho understood while he was upside-down. Yunho stared at him for a moment.

"I'm sure he just wants to be fucked. And spanked, probably." Yunho answered.

Jongho pursed his lips. He couldn't figure out Yunho's motives behind saying that. Was Yunho going to spank his hole again, in front of them? Was he thinking Jongho wanted that, or knew he didn't and was teasing him? Yeosang and Wooyoung would interpret that as spanking his ass, they both knew that. Or did Yunho just figure Jongho hasn't gotten his ass spanked yet, and wanted it now, like always?

"Anything to avoid?" Yeosang chimed in.

Jongho closed his eyes. He didn't think he was a successful telepath.

"Maybe don't be too rough. I already wore him out a bit." Yunho said.

"Of course." Yeosang said.

"Yet he's already hard." Wooyoung pointed out with a sharp smile. He palmed Jongho's cock through his pants, making Jongho jerk. Wooyoung shook his head as he said, "Shameless."

"Will you undress him, Wooyoung? I want to see." Yeosang asked.

Wooyoung agreed without a word. Jongho opened his eyes when Wooyoung tugged at his pants, and he lifted his hips to aid him. Wooyoung and Yunho ended up stripping him naked. Jongho felt terribly, utterly, deliciously exposed. He began to worry the others would come home and find them like this. He wasn't sure if that was a bad thing or not.

"Can I have a turn with him?"

Jongho was surprised by Wooyoung's easy compliance. He's never been with Wooyoung and Yeosang together, so maybe this was how they always were, both in charge but in different ways. Nonetheless, Wooyoung stood Jongho up and ushered him to Yeosang's side of the table. Yeosang scooted back and patted his lap. Jongho sat.

"Closer, baby. I don't mind if you get me wet." Yeosang said, hands on Jongho's waist.

Jongho blushed and looked down. He hadn't even noticed his precum. But he did what he was told, their faces now inches away from each other. His cock twitched between them.

"You want more, hm? More than Yunho can give you?" Yeosang asked, brushing his fingers through Jongho's hair. Jongho merely nodded. "We'll give you more, don't worry. You deserve so much more."

Jongho's heart ached with love.

"I think Wooyoung should ride you."

His eyes were trained on Wooyoung. Jongho froze, the suggestion flooding his brain with thoughts. First, Jongho was under the impression Wooyoung wanted to top, second, Jongho never topped, third, Yeosang was making decisions for Wooyoung.

"I should?" Wooyoung asked.

Yeosang nodded, attention back on Jongho. "I fuck him while you ride him. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"He cried earlier because he was feeling so good. You might be able to make him cry again." Yunho supplied.

Jongho bit his lip and looked down.

Yeosang tilted his head up. "Oh, baby, I didn't know you were a crier. Do you want us to make you cry again?"

Jongho didn't have an answer. He didn't know. He wasn't a crier. He didn't think it was something to aim for.

Yeosang understood. He pet Jongho's cheek. "I want to lay you down. Floor or the couch?"

Jongho glanced around. The kitchen was a bit cramped. The couch would get awkward quickly, but the living room was more open. He asked for the couch in a whisper.

They moved. Wooyoung was behind him, hands on his waist, almost tripping him by how close he was following. Yunho was lost sometime during the shift. Wooyoung and Yeosang sat on the couch while Jongho knelt on the floor in front of them.

"I wanna fuck his mouth." Wooyoung said.

"Yunho said he did that. We need to keep his voice in mind." Yeosang replied.

Wooyoung frowned and crossed his arms. Yunho returned with a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms. He set them on the coffee table before sitting in the chair to watch.

Yeosang and Wooyoung stared at Jongho. Jongho fidgeted. He noticed Yunho got condoms for them, yet they didn't use one themselves. He smirked to himself.

Wooyoung grabbed Jongho's chin. "What? What's so funny?"

Jongho's eyes widened. He shook his head, not wanting to answer, nor knowing how to answer.

"Get up." Wooyoung ordered, standing.

Jongho did, only for Wooyoung to push him back down, bent over the couch. Jongho automatically widened his legs and arched his back. He faced Yeosang, though didn't look at him. He heard the lube bottle snap open and close, but still flinched when Wooyoung pushed in two fingers without verbal warning. It didn't hurt, though. Yunho had stretched him more than enough.

Jongho whined when Wooyoung hit his prostate. That hurt, just a tiny bit, oversensitive without having much of a break between Yunho and now. But it wasn't nearly enough to ask to stop.

"He's so cute." Yeosang said, emphatic.

Jongho tapped around for Yeosang's hand and squeezed it once he got it. He held it close to his face, hiding behind it as Wooyoung continued to finger him. Jongho peeked over at Yunho. They made eye contact only after Jongho noticed his blatant erection. Yunho’s gaze was dark, seemingly with lust, but he wasn’t touching himself. It made Jongho feel bad. Was he not putting on a good enough show?

Jongho was planning on getting louder for Yunho, but didn’t have to act when Wooyoung entered a third finger. He shuddered, his jaw dropping and his eyes closing. He managed to hear Yunho’s amused scoff over his own moans.

“Wooyoung,” Jongho whimpered. They have two options right now, he cums or they stop.

“Feeling okay, honey?” Yeosang asked.

Wooyoung pulled out and spanked Jongho’s cheek. Jongho gasped and jerked in surprise. He realized how tightly he was holding Yeosang’s hand, tight enough to make both their skin white, and made himself loosen up. He squirmed under the sting of the slap.

“Yeah? What were you saying, baby?” Wooyoung asked, rubbing where he hit.

The only word Jongho could get out was, “More.”

“Already?”

Jongho whined and brought Yeosang’s hand closer.

“We can give you more, don’t worry.” Yeosang said. He separated from Jongho and pushed him to sit up, landing him in Wooyoung’s lap. Wooyoung fondled his chest as Yeosang moved to sit in front of Jongho. He pushed down his clothes to expose his cock and guided Jongho’s head to him. “Is this enough for you?”

Jongho nodded hurriedly. He eagerly mouthed at Yeosang’s dick. He held Yeosang’s hips as he took him further.

Wooyoung rubbed Jongho’s hole. “I wanna fuck him so bad.” He breathed.

“You don’t need to ask me, angel. You can do what you want.” Yeosang said, voice stable even though Jongho was drooling on him. He pet Jongho’s hair. “Riding was just a suggestion.”

“He’d look so good, though, surrounded by us. God, imagine if Yunho fucked his mouth at the same time. Fuck.” Wooyoung ranted.

“Doing both is an option, Wooyoungie.” Yeosang told him.

Jongho gasped on him, using his hand to stroke him with his spit. Jongho wasn’t going as deep as he could, his throat still hurt, but that only made him put more effort into what he could do to compensate. He was licking all along Yeosang’s length, kissing his balls, and sucking on his cockhead. His free hand was on Yeosang’s tummy under his shirt.

“Fuck.” Wooyoung muttered. He slapped a hand on Jongho's ass and squeezed him.

Jongho didn't top, but if Wooyoung was doing all the work, he wouldn't mind it. That wasn't his decision, though. He stayed out of the conversation and continued to blow Yeosang.

"Okay. Fuck. Fine. Jongho, stand up."

Jongho did, but he took a long second to pull away from Yeosang's cock. Yeosang noticed and laughed at him. Wooyoung eventually pulled Jongho up himself and hugged him close.

"You behaved well for Yunho, now you don't wanna behave for us?" Wooyoung murmured.

Jongho shook his head, eyes still on Yeosang's cock. He just wanted something in his mouth. Yeosang noticed again, smirking. He stood and pressed to Jongho's front, sandwiching him between the two of them. Jongho's breath quickened and he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Don't look so sad, darling. Maybe Wooyoung will allow you to suck his fingers." Yeosang said.

He kissed Jongho's neck, light enough to tickle. There was a pause, then Jongho heard him and Wooyoung kiss. Jongho listened. It was slow but passionate enough to make Wooyoung moan. Jongho bit his lip to quiet himself when he heard it, heat filling his tummy. He tipped his head back onto Wooyoung's shoulder and held Yeosang's waist. His and Yeosang's cocks pressed together and Jongho gently grinded into him.

"So eager." Wooyoung whispered, nipping at Jongho's ear.

Jongho mewled. He was yanked away from Yeosang and spun to the wall. Wooyoung had gotten a condom at some point and he tore it open and rolled it on. Jongho spread his legs and put his hands flat against the wall. Wooyoung pushed in without a word.

Jongho gasped loudly. It all felt so much more than last time, more pleasurable and more filling and more intense. It was on the brink of overstimulation, the only pain coming from the fact that he hasn't cum yet.

"Lube," Jongho gasped out.

Wooyoung didn't even move. Yeosang got it for him, and even drizzled it on Jongho's hole for Wooyoung to fuck in.

"There. Better, baby boy?" Wooyoung asked.

Yeosang was still here, next to Wooyoung, his hand on Jongho's side. Wooyoung began to thrust. Jongho shuddered and attempted to grab at the wall, worried his legs would give out. He was moaning loudly even if Wooyoung wasn't going that fast. Jongho wasn't sure if he was heading towards painful, unbearable overstimulation, or if he was about to break and made to be fucked-out.

"He likes to be called 'bear'." Yunho told them.

Jongho squeezed his eyes shut. He really did. It made him feel so cute, so small and precious. A little pet they needed to dote on.

"Yeah? You like that, bear?" Yeosang asked, voice soft, coming closer to Jongho's face.

Jongho couldn't answer. His head was too foggy. He was out of breath, pinned to the wall, his eyes half open, his whole body moving with Wooyoung's hard thrusts. His jaw stayed dropped to let out fragile moans. He wondered if Yeosang liked how he looked right now.

"Seems so." Yeosang said. He kissed the side of Jongho's head. "Are you cumming in him, Wooyoungie?"

"I'm trying." Wooyoung grumbled.

Yeosang moved away. They were quiet. Jongho imagined they were kissing, mostly because it was a nice thought, but also because Wooyoung's movements lost rhythm. Yeosang's hand was back on his hip, and Jongho pressed it closer. Jongho opened his eyes and was grateful to find he was facing Yunho. They looked at each other. Yunho's expressions betrayed his thoughts more than his hand did, his brow furrowed and bottom lip between his teeth while he languidly stroked his cock that was now exposed. Jongho whined at the sight.

"Wooyoung…" Jongho whimpered, still on Yunho.

"Look at him, he's shaking. You need to lay him down." Yeosang said.

"Just wait, fuck." Wooyoung muttered. With a few hard thrusts that felt forceful enough to bruise, he came into the condom. His groan was loud, turning into a sigh as he held Jongho's waist to pump himself like Jongho was a toy.

Jongho crumbled to his knees as soon as Wooyoung pulled out. They tried to catch him, but Jongho was dead weight, though they softened his fall. Yeosang’s mention of sucking Wooyoung’s fingers came back to him, but it was too late now. Wooyoung knelt behind him and looped his arms around his waist.

"You okay?" Wooyoung murmured.

Jongho nodded. He knew he didn't look okay, but didn't have the energy to convince them. He hugged Wooyoung's arms closer.

Yeosang was still next to them. He brushed through Jongho's hair. "You're so pretty, baby. Look, your little cock is crying for us. It's so cute."

Jongho didn't have to check to know he was weeping precum. He didn't care enough to be embarrassed.

"Wanna take a break?" Wooyoung asked.

Jongho didn't know. His strongest urge was to stay in this moment forever, so he interpreted that as needing to rest. He nodded again. Jongho whined when they stood him up. He was plopped into Yunho's lap, his butt between his thighs and his feet on the outside of Yunho's leg. Yunho wrapped his arms around him. Jongho's cock was aching with the need to cum, but he didn't want to be touched right now.

"You like them?" Yunho asked quietly. "I was kind of hoping Hongjoong was home. He gets you embarrassed so easily."

Jongho blushed. "I like them." He whispered.

"Good. Just be sure to tell us if you need to wait or stop." Yunho said, rubbing his back.

Jongho hummed. He didn't know where Yeosang or Wooyoung were. He wondered if they were watching them. It kind of felt like Yunho was in charge of him, as if they were dating, and he was letting Yeosang and Wooyoung have their fun with him. It wasn't a bad thought.

Jongho lifted his head to face Yunho, and he caressed his cheek with the back of his fingers. Yunho looked at him with sparkling eyes. Jongho kissed him. It was soft and shallow, but Jongho felt Yunho's adoration. He hoped Yunho felt the same from him.

"Do you want more of me, angel baby? Want me to join?" Yunho asked.

"No." Jongho answered, then quickly redeemed himself: "You can do whatever you want. But I like that you watch."

Yunho smirked. "How about I do what Wooyoung said, fill your mouth while they use you?"

Jongho nodded enthusiastically. He kissed him again, deeper and faster.

"Do you want what we did earlier?" Yunho asked, breathless.

Jongho bit his lip and shook his head, eyes pleading. Maybe it was a coincidence that Yunho knew what to say back in the kitchen.

Yunho searched his face. He was quieter as he said, "They won't judge you, angel."

Jongho shook his head. He finally searched for the two of them, finding them on the couch. They weren't making out, but kissing lightly and with their hands on each other, talking with hushed voices.

"I don't want them to know." Jongho whispered, even though it seemed they weren't watching or listening. "Only you."

Yunho smiled slightly. To be honest, Jongho didn't trust Wooyoung or Yeosang enough to let them spank his hole, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. They haven't played with his pain kink before. Jongho trusted Yunho. Yunho knew him.

"Okay, little one. Ready?" Yunho whispered. He pecked his lips.

Jongho dove back in for more and hummed yes. They were slow to move, Yunho gently guiding Jongho out of his lap as they continued their kiss. Eventually, he was pulled away by hands on his hips. He knew it was Wooyoung by how tight his grip was.

"Good? Yunho made you feel all better?" Wooyoung asked.

Jongho nodded once more. He was passed off to Yeosang, and Jongho stumbled into him. Yeosang held him steady by hugging him with his arms around his waist.

"I know I said I'd give you more, bear," Yeosang told him, tucking a piece of Jongho's hair behind his ear, "but I don't think I'll last too long. You have a way of making people desperate for you, you know that?"

Jongho heated up. He mumbled out, "That's okay."

Yeosang grinned. "Do you want a pillow for your head while you're on the floor?"

Jongho shook his head. He won't care about being comfortable when he has three men on him. Yeosang smiled and pecked his forehead. He then ushered Jongho to lay down on the floor between the couch and the wall he was fucked on. Wooyoung knelt next to him as soon as he was down.

Wooyoung patted Jongho's tummy. "Still good, baby?"

Jongho nodded. He wished they'd stop asking questions and get on with it. He watched Wooyoung roll a condom on him, and Yeosang do the same to himself, then stared at the lube drizzling onto Yeosang's large cock. He wasn't as big as Yunho, but still big. Wooyoung was smaller, and Jongho himself even smaller. Jongho didn't care about his size, but he was beginning to think Wooyoung would regret riding him.

Wooyoung poured lube onto Jongho's dick, too. Jongho's legs were pushed back and they both got in position. Jongho dug his fingers into Wooyoung's thighs to prepare himself. He didn't know how quickly he'd get overwhelmed.

Yeosang pushed in and Wooyoung sat down at the same time. Jongho groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. His back arched off the floor, unintentionally inching away from them. Yeosang quickly brought him back, slamming in hard. Jongho choked on a moan. He clawed at Wooyoung's thighs until his hands were grabbed and his wrists were pinned to the floor.

Jongho's face scrunched up like he was about to cry. Wooyoung wasn't even bouncing that fast, but he was so warm and tight and smooth. Yeosang was going harder, his cock pumping in and out of Jongho's ass and his balls slapping against his skin making lewd noises that everybody could hear.

Jongho started sniffling, and he wished he could hide behind his hands. He wasn't crying yet, but was so very close to the brink. Even though it was obvious they were fine with it, even wanted him to (especially Yeosang), it was still embarrassing to Jongho. He liked how loud he could be, but crying felt like an overreaction—that he couldn't be feeling that good. The thing was, he was, and apparently the only outlet was through tears.

"You okay, bear? You look like you're gonna cry." Wooyoung said, though he didn't slow or stop.

Jongho nodded. He felt so full, so full of warmth and love, and there was no place he'd rather be.

"Let me see him if he does." Yeosang stated.

Wooyoung smirked. He leaned back and caught Yeosang's head to kiss him. Both their movements faltered, but Jongho didn't care. Their scene was enough on its own. Their kiss was messy, wet and uncoordinated and needy. Wooyoung couldn't reach Jongho's wrists anymore, and Jongho took the opportunity to quickly wipe his eyes of the tears that were welling up. He went right back to watching, holding Wooyoung's waist. Wooyoung was captivating: the muscles in his thighs and stomach flexing as he rolled his hips. Yeosang was just as enchanting with his strong arms holding himself up. He even set a hand on Wooyoung's stomach, and Jongho had to hold back a whine.

Too soon, they broke apart. Wooyoung smirked at Jongho like he knew how much their show affected him. Wooyoung then leaned down to kiss him. Jongho moaned into it. Yeosang went harder than before, and Jongho could barely kiss back through his heavy breaths.

Also too soon, or maybe not soon enough, Jongho was close to his climax. He tried to tell them, but could only get out half-words.

But Wooyoung understood. He called for Yunho, saying, "Yunho, hurry up."

Yunho came to them, but he stopped at Wooyoung. He bent down and lifted Wooyoung's face with a finger under his chin. "Don't tell me what to do." He murmured, kissing him shortly.

Wooyoung merely nodded. Yunho straddled Jongho's head, his pants already off. Jongho's breathing quickened, but he opened his mouth.

Yunho pet his hair. "What's wrong, bear? Why are you scared?"

Jongho shook his head. He was a bit nervous, actually, already knowing he's going to get overwhelmed the moment he cums. But that didn't matter. He took Yunho's cock and got it into his mouth. Yunho smiled, though it was overrun by a moan. Although only Yunho's cockhead was inside, Yunho didn't make any moves to go deeper. He waved Jongho's hand away and began to pump himself.

"Close." Jongho managed to hear Yeosang say. He was breathless, and almost whiny.

They came almost in succession. Yeosang first, his thrusts impossibly harder. His thrusts being right on Jongho's prostate made Jongho second. He came hard, harder than ever before, his body spasming and the breath being knocked out of him. He couldn't even recuperate, because like he knew he would, he immediately became overstimulated. It helped that Yeosang pulled out, but Wooyoung was still going, jerking himself off and bouncing faster in order to bring himself to climax. And he did, only after Jongho began to cry. He couldn't blow Yunho anymore. He was having trouble breathing, sniffling and gasping. They didn't stop for him. He saw Yeosang kneel next to him out of the corner of his eye.

Wooyoung pulling off of him was a giant relief. Jongho automatically missed it, though, the warm and tight feeling, and even the painful pleasure. Wooyoung and Yeosang stayed by him, petting and kissing around his body. Jongho barely had the mind to feel it, but it still filled his heart with warmth.

Yunho came last. He didn't land much of his load into Jongho's mouth. Instead, it painted his lips and cheeks and nose. Jongho didn't mind. He liked it, even. He was already thinking about being taken care of afterwards.

Yunho got off of him. They were quiet for a long moment. Jongho was regaining his breath. He soon felt too exposed, and he closed his legs and pressed his thighs together tightly. He folded his arms over his eyes, not caring about the mess.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Yeosang asked, shuffling closer. He pet his chest.

Jongho nodded. He didn't have the energy to speak.

"Do you know what he needs, Yunho?" Yeosang asked. Jongho could tell he didn't face Yunho, his eyes still on him.

"Probably water and clothes." Yunho answered.

Yeosang gently moved Jongho's arms. He kissed Jongho's forehead. He pressed their foreheads together as he said, "You were great. So good for us. Our perfect baby bear."

Jongho pursed his lips to hold back a whine. He opened his eyes and blinked at Yeosang, hoping he could see the love in his gaze.

"Wooyoung, get us some towels, please." Yeosang said.

Wooyoung left and returned with one wet and one dry washcloth. They cleaned his face first, including his tears, before moving to his stomach. They removed the condom, and Jongho winced at his sensitivity. He was equally as sensitive when they wiped off his hole. They apologized to him, saying they were trying to be as gentle as possible and that they'll be done soon.

Jongho was urged to stand and Yunho appeared from the kitchen with his clothes. They helped him dress. Jongho would've been embarrassed he needed this much help, but his mind was hazy. He was put on the couch and all three of them sat around him.

Yeosang was right next to him, almost on top of him, one hand rubbing his back and the other cupping his cheek so they'd face each other.

"You promise you're okay?" Yeosang asked, his thumb rubbing him back and forth. "You're quiet."

Jongho stared at Yeosang's lips. Yeosang soon got the message and kissed him. Against him, Jongho mumbled, "I'm okay."

"You wanna go to a bed instead?" Wooyoung asked.

Jongho shrugged. He didn't care. "Whatever."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Wooyoung asked, quieter, running his hand through Jongho's hair so he'd look at him.

Jongho realized too late he was worrying them. He smiled slightly and said, "I'm okay. Just tired."

"We can all go and lay together, honey bear." Yunho told him.

Jongho nodded. That sounded nice. Just as they were about to get up, they were stopped by the front door opening.

Jongho's heart jumped. He was fully clothed, but the others weren't.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong paused mid-step into the apartment.

"Guys," Hongjoong sighed, sounding defeated already. "Keep it in your room."

"Hey, you can't blame us! Just look at him." Wooyoung said, gesturing to Jongho.

Jongho didn't entirely know what he looked like, but could guess: eyes unfocused and hair messy. Seonghwa closed the door and stepped up to them, kneeling in front of Jongho.

"Oh, baby, they treat you well?" Seonghwa cooed, brushing his fingers through Jongho's hair.

Jongho nodded.

"You're not helping, babe." Hongjoong complained.

Seonghwa chuckled and stood. He began to speak, but Wooyoung interrupted him.

"Oh, Seonghwa, while you're up, can you get Jongho a glass of water?" Wooyoung asked. "Please?"

Annoyance was bright in Seonghwa's eyes, but he said, "Only because it's for Jongho," and went to the kitchen.

Wooyoung smirked to himself. Seonghwa came back and handed the glass to Jongho. Jongho took small sips, then realized how thirsty he was and gulped down half of it.

Seonghwa grinned. "You guys be sure to clean up well. I don't want to see any evidence of this, all right? Go rest."

No one objected. They collected their clothes, along with Jongho, and guided him to his own room. Jongho set his empty glass on the nightstand. The three of them redressed and they laid down. Jongho's bed wasn't built for four people, but they made it work. Jongho was squished between Wooyoung and Yeosang, with Yunho's arm stretching over Yeosang to touch Jongho. Jongho was pleasantly warm and comfortable.

"Oh. We were supposed to clean up." Wooyoung broke the silence.

Jongho frowned. He knew they didn't purposefully get anything messy, but also knew there was bound to be cum or lube or sweat somewhere.

"Later." Yunho murmured.

They all happily accepted that answer and went back to resting.

Chapter 15: Jjongsan

Notes:

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FTM Jongho, dom top San, bottom Jongho, dirty talk, spit, multiple orgasms, light cum play

Jongho is on T (big dick!!) and has had top surgery
No mentions of dysphoria
His body is described as: dick, clit, cunt, vulva, cleft of Venus, cock, hole, lips, g-spot

I call Yeosang's head game weak in this but I'm sure he's good I just needed a name!!

Jongho stroked his dick, sighing at the dissatisfaction it gave him. He wasn't turned on enough. He couldn't get turned on enough—he couldn't find good porn and his brain was buzzing with images of him doing something in person. With somebody. Not alone.

Jongho didn't like asking for it, though. He liked being the one who was wanted. He didn't even know how to go about flirting with someone.

It was a lot easier to send signals.

Jongho sat up and pulled his underwear back on. He discarded his pants and his phone, leaving his room half-dressed. He didn't care, and he knew the others wouldn't, either. He felt attractive, and that's what mattered.

Both the kitchen and the living room were empty. Jongho knew some of them were home, he could hear music or games or shows from their rooms. But he couldn't go up to them like this. That was too obvious.

So Jongho waited. He splayed himself over the couch, on his back with one leg up and his arm behind his head. He pulled up his fitted boxers slightly, tightening the fabric against himself, just enough for his bulge to show. He also scrunched up his shirt to show his tummy. He turned on the TV and waited.

It was hard for Jongho to not to touch himself when it was so easy to: only one thin layer of fabric between his gentle fingers and his hard cock. He'd softened a bit from inactivity, but his imagination kept the blood flowing. He debated just going bottomless, but didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

He waited.

Jongho almost fell asleep. He perked up, but kept his eyes closed, when he heard someone walk into the living room. He shifted to show he was awake.

The person paused, then walked a few steps, then paused again. Jongho felt him stop behind the couch, looking down at him. Jongho pretended he didn't notice.

He walked around the front of the couch. Jongho felt him get close, presumably kneeling in front of him. He hadn't planned anything further than enticing someone by laying down half-naked, so he kept his eyes closed and ignored him.

"Jongho."

San.

"Aren't you cold?" San asked, his hand settling on Jongho's knee.

Jongho hummed and shrugged. San's fingers fluttered up Jongho's thigh, slowly, nothing too obvious. Jongho stayed still. He wanted to know what San would do.

"Are you tired?"

"A bit." Jongho answered. He stretched, extending his arms and legs. He let one arm fall to San, resting his hand on his shoulder. San, thankfully, left his hand on Jongho's thigh, and Jongho pressed his legs together to squeeze his hand between them. He tilted towards San and opened his eyes. "Are you?"

San blinked at him. His fingers twitched between Jongho's plush thighs. "No, but, uh… do you wanna lay with me?" he asked.

Jongho opened his legs and let one sway side-to-side, feigning nonchalance. San's fingers inched further up. Jongho pretended to think about it, looking up and playing with the back of San's hair. He answered with a simple "Okay."

San nodded, but didn't move. His hand continued up. Soon, he was cupping Jongho's cunt. Jongho held his breath and maintained eye contact.

"You did this on purpose." San said quietly.

Jongho searched San's face. He knew San must be excited, but his expression was neutral. He wondered if that was because he needed to hold himself back.

"Maybe." Jongho replied.

San kept his hand still, but moved his middle finger to rub Jongho's clit, slow and teasing. Jongho managed to act unaffected.

"You've been waiting a while?" San asked.

Jongho's breathing was shallow. He was hardening under San's touch, and he knew San could tell.

"A little." Jongho answered.

San's eyes flowed down Jongho's body, pausing at the sliver of exposed belly, going all the way down his legs then back up to his cunt. Either San was getting impatient or he realized he wasn't going to get much conversation out of Jongho. San's hand slid off of Jongho's body slowly, reluctantly.

San stood and held out his hand. Jongho took it, letting himself be pulled off the couch. They were silent as they walked to San's room, though they held hands the whole way. Once inside and with the door closed, Jongho started for San's bed. San stopped him halfway by looping his arms around his waist. His thumbs pushed into the waistband of Jongho's underwear. Jongho closed his eyes and rested his head on San's shoulder.

"You hide it well, but I can tell how needy you are. Setting yourself on display like that. Waiting for someone, anyone, to come serve you. Too shy to ask for it?" San said, lips brushing against Jongho's ear.

Jongho shivered. San was right, but he wasn't going to say that. "You all can walk around like that, why can't I?"

He felt San smirk. "You knew what you were doing."

Jongho let it go. He set his hands on San's, guiding him to push his underwear down. San allowed him to, and soon Jongho's boxers were around his thighs. San didn't let them go further. He drifted his hand across Jongho's tummy, making him flinch from the tickle, down his vulva, with his middle finger pausing at his cleft of Venus. Jongho sighed and widened his stance a centimeter. San's hands were so warm.

"If you weren't so pretty I would've railed you by now." San murmured. "But you deserve better."

Jongho blushed, warm from the compliment. San slid down the shaft of Jongho's cock and rubbed him, not yet reaching his cockhead. Jongho relaxed into him, consciously keeping his breathing level.

San pushed Jongho's underwear and let it fall to his ankles. His fingers moved to spread Jongho open. The air on Jongho's sensitive areas only made his dick stand straighter. With his other hand, San used two fingers to stroke Jongho's cock. Jongho shuddered.

"How long has it been since you got your dick sucked?" San asked.

Jongho shifted, needing more than this. San was slow and wasn't holding tight enough. "Few weeks." Jongho answered.

San hummed. "Who was it?"

Jongho had to think. "Yeosang." He eventually said.

San scoffed. "Then you didn't really get your dick sucked. Lay down."

Jongho blushed, almost embarrassed for Yeosang. Yeosang was fine at eating out (and at blowjobs, he's been told); his problem was that he enjoyed it too much. He was too slow. He truly only did it for himself and didn't care how it felt for the person receiving. 

Jongho stepped out of his underwear and got on the bed, laying in the middle with his knees bent up.

"Shirt off." San ordered.

Jongho did. He liked his body. He was proud of the work he put into bulking up, making his arms thick and his chest full. He liked being fully nude for someone to study him.

And San did. He got on the bed, too, and knelt between Jongho's legs. His gaze made a slow descent from his head to his groin. Jongho widened his legs. San snaked his hands down Jongho's thighs and squeezed the inner area, right at the crease of his legs, before leaning down to him. Jongho inhaled sharply when San placed his lips on his cock. The kiss turned into a lick, his tongue broad and relaxed. San then pointed it on the head of Jongho's clit, making Jongho screw his eyes shut at the direct sensation. San wrapped his lips around him, and Jongho exhaled a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, then gasped it back in when San sucked.

Jongho moaned outright as San kept going. He wasn't embarrassed, but somewhat self-conscious, thinking about whoever was still home. San didn't comment, though, neither complimenting him nor deprecating him. He merely sucked harder.

Jongho loved the feeling of his cock in someone's mouth. The warmth, the wetness, being surrounded and squeezed and submerged—it was euphoric. San was doing such a good job, Jongho was shaking in minutes. It wasn't an overstimulated shaking, though, that wouldn't have been pleasant, but an occasional shudder as pleasure coursed through him, pleasure too big for his body.

"I think I could fit you in me." San told him. He poked his tongue into Jongho's hole before going back to his dick to suck.

Jongho smiled a bit. He thought about topping, but wasn't too interested. If he ever did, he'd use a strap, anyway. Though it warmed his heart to hear that San thought he was big enough to penetrate. When completely hard, Jongho's cock was almost three inches. He loved that fact, mainly for getting blown.

"Maybe." Jongho eventually responded. He set his hand on San's head and splayed his fingers through his hair. San looked up at him, eyes soaked with lust. Jongho took a deep breath to settle himself.

San teased Jongho's hole with a finger. Jongho nodded slightly, and San entered. Jongho pursed his lips, trying to be quiet. It didn't work. He groaned when San bottomed out and began to thrust. He was slow, gentle, and Jongho was getting impatient-but-not-really, wanting more but needing this tenderness. He hasn't had sex, or fingered himself, in too long, and couldn't go too fast. He was grateful to San for knowing that.

Jongho jerked when San sucked on him and pressed up onto his g-spot at the same time. San entered a second finger, thrusting faster, making Jongho moan and grip San's hair. And when San flitted his tongue around Jongho's cockhead, back and forth, just barely enough, Jongho's back arched off the bed. They'd picked up the pace tremendously, and Jongho didn't know what to do with himself. He kept his grip on San's hair and let any noise that wanted to come out of his throat do so.

San soon went up to three fingers with Jongho's dick still in his mouth. Jongho switched to grasping the bedsheets, not wanting to hurt San. His knuckles were white as San worked on him. The tension in his muscles disappeared the moment San left him, taking his fingers out and giving Jongho's cock a few last pumps. Jongho tried to regain his breath. His whole body felt fuzzy.

"What do you want?" San asked.

Jongho blinked his eyes open and stared at the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, San took off his shirt. Jongho's cunt throbbed.

"What do you want, baby?" San repeated, leaning closer.

Jongho finally looked at him. San wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I want you to lay down." He answered.

San hesitated, but switched places with Jongho once he got up. Jongho kept his gaze on San's front as he pulled down the rest of his clothes. His arms, his chest, his abs. Jongho wanted it. Not for himself, not necessarily, but he wanted it. Wanted it under his hands, in his mouth, plastered on every inch of his brain.

After San was undressed, Jongho sat on his waist. San sucked in a breath, eyes on Jongho's hot cunt against him, squeezing his hands into fists. He exhaled slowly and set his hands on Jongho's hips. Jongho waited until San opened his eyes to do anything.

Jongho began to fuck San's abs.

San moaned shamelessly, though nothing erotic was being touched: not his cock or his ass or his chest. Just his stomach, just the lines of his strong abs. Jongho's slick let him glide up and down smoothly. San's soft skin under his dick was hypnotizing; Jongho barely felt himself moving. He knew at some point his hips would start to ache, but that wasn't relevant right now. What Jongho needed to pay attention to was San's warm hands on his waist.

"God, Jongho…" San sighed. He squeezed him, but not too hard.

"Yeah?" Jongho prompted, not teasing, but sincere, wanting to hear San's thoughts about him.

San stared at Jongho's cock sliding against his tummy, then threw his head back with a groan. "Fuck." He whispered.

"Tell me." Jongho reiterated. He leaned down, putting his hands on either side of San's head.

San grabbed his head and kissed him. Jongho crumbled to his elbows to keep them together, their lips and tongues and sometimes teeth meeting with force. Jongho slowed them down, cupping San's face and rubbing him with his thumb. They were panting anytime they broke apart.

"Tell me." Jongho said again. He sat up after one last strong kiss, leaning back and still grinding. He felt San's hard cock on the small of his back. Jongho knew what he looked like: stomach flexing and thighs thick and cunt on display.

San moaned, and it was close to a whine. Jongho smirked to himself. "Just, fuck, you, Jongho. You know what you do." San answered.

Jongho gave him a look. He was tiring and needed some motivation to keep going, to keep looking good for San. San, thankfully, understood.

"Your fucking cunt—god. Shit, Jongho. Your dick feels—feels so good on me. You're so fucking hard for me. Fucking wet. Am I gonna get inside you? Will you let me fuck you?" San ranted.

Jongho smiled. He simply nodded, and San reacted very positively. Jongho was wet, like San said, but he wanted things a bit more slippery. Jongho paused to spit on San's tummy. He slid his cunt through it and continued to grind.

San moved from Jongho's hips to the sheets, gripping until his knuckles turned white. He sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut. Jongho tried to hide his grin. He leaned his hands on San's chest, arching his back. He loved feeling wanted.

"Shit, Jongho, do I need to beg?" San questioned. "I want my cock in you."

Jongho grinned and slowed to a stop. It'd be nice to ride San, go slow and hear more whines, but his hips were hurting. Silently, he got off of San and laid next to him on his stomach. San wasted no time getting a condom and lube, then preparing himself and lining up. Jongho nodded when he paused with his tip at his hole.

San pushed in. He was slow, but bottomed out without stopping. Jongho groaned quietly when he paused for him to adjust, feeling perfectly warm and full. He shifted to get completely comfortable, then San started to thrust.

Jongho moaned and hid his face in the pillow. It was better than he was hoping for, San's thick and long cock filling him up just right, their skin pressing against each other deliciously. San was kneeling over Jongho's thighs to be able to fuck, and Jongho adored being pinned down. It felt good to be at San's mercy.

"Fuck," San sighed, and it sounded like he was breathing out a week's worth of stress. Jongho grinned and arched his back. San groaned and pressed his forehead to Jongho's shoulder.

San soon sped up, and Jongho soon devolved to breathy moans and trembling legs. It didn't take much for him to feel good; sometimes he came even when neither himself or his partner were trying for it. Jongho already knew he would cum quickly, but he remembered San's remarkable stamina, and it sent an excited shiver down his spine. He wondered how many times San would make him cum.

"God, Jongho," San groaned. He patted a clumsy, yet gentle, hand through Jongho's hair, getting it away from his ear. San licked and nipped the shell of it.

Jongho squeaked, his eyes fluttering closed. "I'm—I'm not… not doing anything." He told him. His climax was bubbling up. Getting blown greatly helped speed the process, not to mention San's cock steadily hitting his g-spot.

"You know what you do to me." San insisted.

Jongho had been told that a lot, and half the time, no, he didn't. He chose to be grateful he didn't have to actively try to be sexy.

"San…" Jongho mewled.

Before San could say anything, Jongho was cumming. He shook underneath San's body, his moans cutting out and his eyes rolling back in his head. San kept going, but a bit slower, presumably to watch and listen. Jongho's orgasm never really finished because of that. He started to whine.

"Want me to stop?" San asked, voice tender, petting Jongho's hair.

Jongho shook his head, but he waved San away and moved to sit up. San pulled out, and Jongho flipped to his back. He pulled his legs out of the way and looked at San. San paused. They made eye contact, both out of breath, and San's mouth formed into a small smirk. He lined up and pushed in, holding Jongho's legs back.

"And you say you don't know what you do to people?" San questioned. He picked up a slow rhythm.

Jongho sighed in relief once he was filled again. The short break was all he needed to start from scratch, feeling good but not oversensitive. He let San take care of his legs and dropped his arms near his head. He hoped he'd cum again with San still in him.

"Jongho."

Jongho hummed. He was starting to notice the feeling of his cock poking San's groin when he thrusted in, and was trying to focus on it.

"You must know how good your cunt feels." San said, leaning down to him. Jongho's skin prickled warm. "I'm sure people tell you. Now tell me."

Jongho stared at him, almost in shock. "Tell you what?"

San stayed at the same, slow pace, but put more force behind his thrusts. Jongho tried not to moan with each one. San seemed to notice, making him grin.

"Tell me you know you're hot. That you're sexy. That you get people off with your cunt alone. However you want to word it, baby. I just need you to know how good you are." San said.

Jongho pursed his lips and closed his eyes. He couldn't. San kept his force, but became slower with each thrust. Each one interrupted Jongho's train of thought. Whatever San's intentions were with that tactic, it made Jongho's mind go blank, not being able to think when he was waiting for that next thrust, the next jolt of pleasure.

Eventually, San stopped.

"I—I, um," Jongho tried, realizing he needed to talk. A warm shudder ran through him when San continued to move. He wasn't going hard anymore, still slow, but now shallow. It still felt good, yet Jongho was under pressure now.

"I know… um, that I'm good." Jongho settled on. He knew it wasn't enough before he said it.

San scoffed. He didn't have to say anything.

Jongho squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassed. He doesn't compliment himself like this. He doesn't know what his strengths are. He couldn't be descriptive like San.

"I know…" Jongho tried again. He made eye contact, hoping that would give him some bonus points. "I know I'm a good fuck."

San smiled, and Jongho sighed in relief. San leaned on his elbows next to Jongho's head and kissed him shortly. "That's a good start, baby."

Jongho hoped that didn't mean he'll have to say more until San was satisfied. That thought, and all others, melted away when San returned to fucking him. Actually fucking him; fast and hard like before. No thoughts meant no speech, leading to ceaseless whines and whimpers from Jongho. His second orgasm was coming up faster than the first.

"San," Jongho mewled.

"Again already?" San teased. He licked along Jongho's face, almost in a primal way, and it interrupted Jongho's thoughts again.

"No, no," Jongho told him. "Where are you—where…"

"Where am I gonna paint you pretty?" San filled in.

Jongho nodded with a small whine. San kissed him, too fast for Jongho to kiss back. His rough enthusiasm made Jongho breathless.

"You think I can on your cunt? Won't get inside, promise." San asked. His thrusts were beginning to lose rhythm.

Jongho imagined San's cum streaking across him, across his vulva and belly, and couldn't say no. Maybe he'd let it get down to his lips, maybe stroke his cock with it. He nodded quickly, realizing he'd been fantasizing for too long.

San pulled out. He tore off the condom. He knelt between Jongho's legs and jerked himself off, letting out gasping breaths and short grunts. Jongho watched. He watched his shiny cock, his hand and his flexing arm, his defined stomach, the way his pecs jiggled, his expressions. Jongho couldn't stop himself from rubbing his cock to get closer to his orgasm.

San came with a moan, his load landing exactly where Jongho wanted it. On his hand, too, and Jongho used it to lube his strokes. He touched himself fast, wanting to cum with San. He didn't succeed, but when San finished, he pushed two fingers into Jongho's hole and continued to fuck him.

Jongho squeaked, his eyes rolling back and his back arching off the bed. He came in seconds, the force leaving him breathless. He slumped into the mattress afterwards, completely satisfied. San patted his cunt, then moved away. Jongho closed his eyes and let San take care of him.

He was wiped off and slipped into a new pair of underwear—one of San's. San put on a shirt. He got a blanket for them and laid next to Jongho.

"You're so cute, baby. Feel good? Need anything else?" San asked, petting Jongho's hair.

Jongho hummed and shook his head. He felt warm and fuzzy.

"You were so good. As always. Thank you for this." San said.

Jongho turned to him and pressed their foreheads together. "Thank you. You're always good, too." He murmured.

San smiled and kissed his forehead. He held the back of Jongho's head and pressed closer. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too." Jongho grinned.

Chapter 16: Honggi

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Slightly dom Hongjoong, top Mingi, bottom Hongjoong, cum eating, a singular occurrence of “sir"

I want to blow somebody.

Hongjoong tossed his phone away and waited for a reply. He crossed his arms. He was tired. Not in a physical way, not in the way where he wanted to go to sleep, but in an emotional way. Tired of being alone. Tired of being alone and not alone with somebody.

He's with his members all day, of course, but rarely with them. Too many times recently has his load been spilled into his own hand. Too many times has he had to do the walk of shame to the bathroom, passing bedrooms and people he would love to see.

They just didn't have time. Getting two people off took longer than only one, no matter how quick the quickie was. Hongjoong had been trying to salvage his pride, trying to avoid a booty call, but he was getting desperate. He hated coming off that way, but he had no other choice. These things rarely happen naturally for people like them.

Hongjoong’s phone lit up.

His heart jumped and he snatched his phone.

Oh. Unrelated and unimportant.

Hongjoong sighed and settled down again. The moment he got into bed after work, he was half-hard. He spent far too long looking for porn. Nothing interested him. Usually when he watched porn, he imagined himself as one of the actors, which turned him on, but when he tried to do that earlier, he couldn't help but think about how much better it'd be if he actually was doing all that. He needed warmth under his hands, soft skin under his tongue, something to sink his teeth into. It made his chest ache.

A text.

San: Shit. Sorry. Half asleep. Tmrw?

Hongjoong frowned. Tomorrow would be too late. He wanted it now.

Hongjoong flinched when a knock sounded at his door. He got up, somewhat nervous, a part of him thinking that this was a coincidence. He had no other messages from the group chat.

He cracked the door open, wary, finding Mingi on the other side, in his pajamas and his hair damp from a shower and his phone in his hand. Hongjoong opened the door a bit further.

“Um… I'm here?” Mingi said, lifting his phone to show their chat on the screen.

Hongjoong grinned. He pulled Mingi inside and pushed him to his bed. He closed and locked the door before getting into Mingi’s lap.

“Eager?” Mingi chuckled. His hands, warm and large, settled onto Hongjoong’s waist.

“Don't talk about it.” Hongjoong mumbled. He cupped Mingi's face. He kissed him.

Mingi was a good choice. He had a big dick, so Hongjoong wasn't the best at blowing him, but it didn't seem to matter for Mingi. He was always loud. Talkative. Kind of embarrassing, but Hongjoong would rather have that than a silent blowjob.

“It's okay that I'm here?” Mingi asked.

Hongjoong shushed him, going back to the kiss. Mingi was soft. His hair was, too, and Hongjoong ran both hands through it, all the way to the nape of his neck to hold. He scooted closer in his lap.

“Do you want more than a blowjob?”

Hongjoong slipped off his lips. He nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Mingi was warm and smelled like vanilla. Hongjoong kissed his neck softly, and he heard Mingi's breath hitch.

“Maybe.” Hongjoong answered. He hadn't really thought that far. He sat up and looked at Mingi.

“Okay.” Mingi whispered.

Hongjoong smiled slightly. He caressed Mingi's face, his cheek and his jaw, loving the fact that someone was here and that he wasn't alone. “Thank you for coming.” He said.

Mingi smiled. “Yeah.” He breathed.

Hongjoong leaned back to slide his hands up Mingi's shirt. Mingi laid down for him. He took off his shirt when Hongjoong’s hands got to his chest. Hongjoong stared, a small grin on his lips, continuing to feel Mingi up. He traced his pecs and abs. Mingi laid still for him.

Hongjoong froze when another knock came from his door.

“Occupied.” Mingi called out.

A second, then footsteps shuffling away. Hongjoong smirked. They lost their chance.

“Maybe you should tell them.” Hongjoong said, glancing at Mingi's phone that was tossed beside them.

“Okay,” Mingi said, getting his phone. He sent a message then showed it to Hongjoong.

Hongjoong saw there were new messages, so he took Mingi’s phone to read them. Yunho had texted a few times, but backed down when he didn't get a response. Mingi's text read, He's with me. A new message, from Yeosang, popped up then: Yeah. I see that now.

Hongjoong smirked. He tossed Mingi's phone away and dipped down to the man underneath him, the only one that mattered right now. He kissed and licked his collar bone. Mingi sighed and placed his hands back on Hongjoong's waist. Hongjoong hummed, happy. He wondered, just for a moment, what would've happened if he let the ones that wanted him join. That seemed like a lot of work, and a little stressful, so Hongjoong dismissed the thought.

Hongjoong began to grind. Mingi groaned, breathy, and his hold tightened. Hongjoong straightened his back. He rested his arms on top of his head, closing his eyes. He knew how he looked. Putting himself on display for Mingi, rolling his body into him. He knew he looked good.

“God, baby,” Mingi muttered.

Hongjoong grinned. Mingi’s cock was hard under him. He wondered how far Mingi wanted to go. Hongjoong hasn't had sex in a while, and he assumed the same for Mingi. The thought was appealing, naturally, but Hongjoong didn't know if he had the energy for it. He can figure that out later.

Hongjoong slumped into Mingi, deepening his movements. He sucked on his neck, hard, then went to his lips. Mingi’s hands were on Hongjoong’s ass now. He squeezed him and moaned into Hongjoong’s mouth.

“Can I have you yet?” Hongjoong mumbled.

“You could've taken me at the door and I wouldn't have said anything.” Mingi chuckled.

Hongjoong smirked. He got off the bed and knelt. Mingi sat up to look at him, seemingly surprised. He stood after a moment.

“Like this?” Mingi asked, fumbling with the string of his pajama pants.

Hongjoong kept his eyes on Mingi's bulge, other than glancing up at him expectantly. His pants were thin and Hongjoong could see his hard cock positioned down against his thigh. Mingi hurriedly pushed his clothes down. Hongjoong set one hand on Mingi's hip, wrapped the other around the base of his cock, and placed his lips on his tip. Mingi sighed. He ran his hand through Hongjoong’s hair and held him.

“How long have you been wanting to do this?” Mingi asked. “You usually don’t text about it. Or—at least, not to me. Well, like—”

Hongjoong looked at him, and Mingi stopped talking. “A while.” Hongjoong pumped him with his spit lubing his strokes. “Longer than just today.”

“Oh.” Mingi sighed. “You… you can ask me any time.”

Hongjoong made a note of that. He wasn’t good with initiating things, even if once he was in the flow, he was fine with bossing people around. Hongjoong took Mingi's cock as far as he could and stroked what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. Mingi moaned, his hand tightening in Hongjoong’s hair. Hongjoong closed his eyes and paused. He tried going further, testing his limits. He pulled away right before he gagged, pumping him fast and taking a few breaths. He was drooling, and he spat it onto Mingi’s cockhead to rub in.

“Holy shit, baby… fuck,” Mingi groaned. He shifted restlessly.

Mingi was loud because he was sensitive. Hongjoong knew he would want to sit down at some point, but he stood him up for a reason. Hongjoong liked being on his knees. It just felt better, felt right to him, even if his knees always ended up aching and his calves sometimes went numb from sitting on them. It was easier to see his effect on someone this way.

Hongjoong held Mingi's hips and bobbed his head. Mingi was hitting the back of his throat, though Hongjoong was still only taking about half of him. The soft tissue would bruise, but he didn't care. At least not at this moment. His future self might dislike him for it, but that didn't matter.

Hongjoong pulled off of him with a pop and dipped in to lick along the underside of his length. He let Mingi’s cock rest on his cheek as he sucked on his balls. Hongjoong's fingers dug into Mingi's plush ass, keeping him still. His thoughts ran away from him, thinking about whether he should bottom tonight, and he realized how hard he was. Hongjoong slipped his hand into his clothes and pulled his cock out to stroke.

“God, fuck—I can't, I can't. I need…” Mingi trailed off, stumbling back and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Hongjoong frowned. His posture deflated, though he continued touching himself. He kept his eyes on Mingi's dick. It was a pretty shade of red, glossy with spit, and twitching.

“Fuck,” Mingi sighed.

Hongjoong looked at him and licked his lips of his drool. He leaned back on his free hand, a bit disappointed. He would’ve loved to see Mingi's legs shake as he came.

“Are you cumming like that?” Mingi asked. “I can fuck you. I want to fuck you.”

Hongjoong smirked. He shuffled up to Mingi's cock and kissed the tip. “You can finger me.” He decided.

Mingi grabbed a handful of Hongjoong’s hair, tilting him up. “You wanna swallow?” he asked, brow furrowed and lips parted, clearly affected by the scene he made for himself.

Hongjoong simply nodded, getting back on Mingi's cock. He kept one hand on himself, not paying too much attention, just squeezing at times, and bobbed along Mingi's dick.

“Gonna be soon.” Mingi told him.

Hongjoong repositioned to ground himself, both hands on Mingi's cock and his lips tight around his head. When Mingi’s hips began to buck, Hongjoong pumped him fast and let his tip sit on his tongue. Mingi came, moaning lowly and his legs quivering, and Hongjoong aimed his load down his throat. He waited until Mingi was empty before swallowing. He milked him, suckling on his tip. It made Mingi shake.

“Okay, c'mon,” Mingi tried, urging Hongjoong away from him. When Hongjoong didn't move, he begged, “Please.”

Hongjoong sucked him from base to tip, cleaning up residual drool and cum and swallowing it. Mingi sighed and screwed his eyes shut, sensitive. Finally, Hongjoong got on the bed. He undressed completely before laying on his back.

“Where's your lube, baby?” Mingi asked, pulling his clothes up as he stood, almost in a hurry.

Hongjoong directed him to the drawer of his bedside table. Mingi got the bottle, and he squirted some onto his fingers and sat down in one movement, hurried again. Eager. Desperate.

Hongjoong pulled his legs back. They nodded at each other before Mingi rubbed the lube onto Hongjoong's hole. He bit his lip at the temperature, but Mingi was warming it up. Mingi pushed in a finger, gentle.

“Can I go hard? Do you want it hard?” Mingi questioned.

Hongjoong grinned. “Not yet. That wouldn't be very polite, would it?”

“Oh—yeah, I—sorry.” Mingi stuttered out.

Hongjoong chuckled. He relaxed into the bed, closing his eyes. Thankfully, Mingi got the message and began to thrust his finger. Hongjoong, keeping his eyes closed, patted around for Mingi's hand. Mingi gave it to him, and Hongjoong held him. He rubbed his fingers with his thumb. He was feeling nice and warm again, satiated now that he wasn't alone.

“Shit,” Mingi breathed.

Hongjoong chuckled. “Nothing's happening, baby. You have such a dirty mouth. Do I need to wash it out for you?”

“No, sir.” Mingi mumbled.

Hongjoong laughed. But Mingi thrusted faster at that moment, making Hongjoong’s smile fade and his jaw drop in a moan. Mingi angled towards his prostate, and Hongjoong's hold tightened on his hand. Hongjoong squirmed. Mingi was good at topping, and he was somehow even better at fingering. He knew just how to make Hongjoong melt. But he was skillful with it; Mingi never overstimulated him. He always brought Hongjoong to orgasm smoothly and efficiently.

Hongjoong circled his fingers around his cock. He didn’t pay too much attention to himself, just getting himself closer to the edge at a pace he liked. Mingi held Hongjoong’s thigh while he fucked his fingers deep into Hongjoong’s hole.

“You're so fucking beautiful.” Mingi whispered.

Hongjoong bit his lip as he smiled. “What did I just say?”

“I wanna see you cum.” Mingi told him.

Hongjoong’s chuckle turned into a whine. He squirmed on Mingi's fingers, legs knocking into Mingi's body. Mingi pushed one back by the pit of Hongjoong's knee, and Hongjoong tried to keep the other still. He didn't do a very good job. He stroked himself faster, his body tensing as his climax bubbled up.

“Mingi,” Hongjoong choked out.

Mingi’s long, deft fingers stayed on his prostate, pushing him into and guiding him through his orgasm. Hongjoong was loud when he came. He didn't care; everyone already knew he was doing something anyway. Plus, he knew Mingi enjoyed listening. Once he started to whimper, Mingi let up on him. He stayed for a moment, though, letting Hongjoong savor the feeling of being full for a little while longer.

Hongjoong set his legs down when Mingi finally pulled out. His eyes were closed, and he could hear Mingi's breathing. They were quiet.

“Towel, Mingi.” Hongjoong reminded him, tired of the silence.

“Oh, yeah, right.” Mingi rushed. He got off the bed and found something from Hongjoong's room. He wiped off Hongjoong’s tummy, hurried but still gentle.

Hongjoong took the towel from him and laid it out so he could sit on it as he sat up. He got close to Mingi, holding the nape of his neck and resting his forehead on his shoulder.

Mingi rubbed Hongjoong's back. “You okay, baby?” he asked, voice quiet and husky.

Hongjoong hummed. He kissed Mingi’s neck. He felt pleasantly warm, inside and out. “You're okay?” he asked back.

“Of course.” Mingi said.

Hongjoong grinned. He felt so much better now, so satisfied, finally being alone with somebody. Though, something was missing.

“Stay with me?”

“Of course.” Mingi said again, passionate.

Hongjoong smiled and kissed his cheek. They looked at each other. Mingi cupped Hongjoong's face. Hongjoong could see thoughts tumbling around behind his eyes, and his mouth moved in the direction of speaking a few times, but he was silent. Hongjoong kissed him to settle him down.

“You liked it?” Mingi asked.

“Mingi, shut up and get me my clothes.”

Mingi did, though they were closer to Hongjoong than they were to him. Hongjoong redressed. Mingi went to put his shirt back on, but Hongjoong stopped him with a hand on his chest and appreciative eyes. Mingi understood. Hongjoong got them under his blanket and he clung onto Mingi, arm and leg draped over him. Mingi rubbed his thigh.

“But you—”

“Yes, baby, I liked it. I'm glad you're here.” Hongjoong said, words slurred from sleepiness and his cheek pressed against Mingi's shoulder.

“Okay. Good. I'm glad, too.” Mingi said. He squeezed Hongjoong’s thigh.

Hongjoong smiled. He cuddled closer. “Night, baby.”

“Night, baby.” Mingi replied.

Chapter 17: Jjonghwa

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Top Jongho, bottom Seonghwa, toys, dirty talk

Jongho stared at the box.

The box stared back at him.

No, the box didn't have eyes. It couldn't stare at him.

It felt like it was.

It was glaring at Jongho, daring him to open it up. Jongho bought it himself, he knew exactly what was inside; he wasn't scared of it. Though he'd been rethinking his choices the entire time he was out buying it. The drive to the store, going inside, weighing his options, checking out, getting back in his car with a far too heavy plastic sack, driving home. He was rethinking even now, with the box bought, in his possession, sitting on his bed.

Staring at him.

Jongho threw his hands down and opened it. The image on the outside was gaudy and starting to annoy him, so it was best to discard it quickly anyway. Jongho got through the plastic packaging and held it up.

A fleshlight.

The store had surprisingly limited options, and Jongho was cornered into buying one detailed like a pussy. Thankfully, it wasn't a boner-killer, but Jongho still wasn't pleased, especially for how much he paid for it. The thought of a new toy excited him, but it wasn't enough to brighten his mood.

Jongho has never topped before. He wanted to try. It felt like an achievement for him, like he wasn't fully something unless he's fucked someone. Fully gay? Fully a man? He didn't know why, but this was an accomplishment he needed to fulfill, and he needed to get it out of his system soon.

Under no circumstances was Jongho going to allow his first time topping to go poorly.

And so, the fleshlight.

He was going to practice. It was going to be awkward. Jongho was dreading it.

He just wished he could be naturally good at fucking. But he couldn't know that, either. He had to try it out. If it turned out he was a natural, great—but he doubted it. Topping took skill and muscles and movements that bottoming didn't.

Jongho glanced at his door to make sure it was locked. He stepped out of his clothes. He got under his bed into his backpack, taking out his toy cleaner. He fingered the foam inside, slightly uncomfortable by having to do so, and stood back up with lube and a condom.

Jongho paused. He didn't know where to put it. He couldn't just jerk off with it, that would be counterproductive. Jongho got on his bed and grabbed some pillows. He used them to get a (hopefully) realistic height for the toy to sit on. He sat back and stroked himself. He still felt awkward, which didn't help him get in the mood. Jongho pointed his brain in the direction of porn, imagining his members and how it would be to top one of them. He's already been fucked by most. He wondered who would bottom for him.

Jongho rolled on a condom so he could get used to the feel of it before the big performance. He lubed himself and scooted closer to his mock-bottom. Awkward.

He entered the fleshlight. He wiped off his lubed hand on his thigh so he could hold the toy in place. He started to thrust into it, and the movements felt terribly foreign. Jongho took a breath. He could dance, this shouldn't be that hard.

It was hard. The toy was pleasantly textured inside, but Jongho could barely focus on it with his hips aching. He moved between leaning on the bed in front of him and sitting up, but nothing really helped. He would've tried to fuck like he was in doggy, but didn't know how to get the toy up that high, and he knew if he held it with his hand he'd get impatient and end up just jerking off. So he stayed in missionary and attempted to find an angle that didn't entirely pain him. Eventually, he came by laying flat on the bed, grinding into the fleshlight. It wasn't a very satisfying orgasm, but at least he was able to while he was “topping”.

Jongho kept trying. He needed to get good at this before upgrading to a real bottom. He wouldn't let himself embarrass himself. He got less awkward and more focused, wanting this too badly. It helped to think about one of his teammates underneath him, what they would look like and sound like. He didn't prefer one over the others. He thought about the tops, too. They'd all look good in this position.

Jongho gave a lot of thought to who would be the loudest. He himself was loud, and found he was still so when he was practicing. He made himself be quiet, as almost every time he fucked, someone else was home. He bet Wooyoung would be the loudest. Mingi seemed like he would be noisy as a bottom.

It took a few weeks, mostly because he rarely had time for a whole session with himself. He planned one more rehearsal before going out to choose a partner, and made sure he was home alone. He wanted to enjoy himself.

Jongho set up like he'd been doing, imitating a missionary position. He was comfortable with it now, which was evident in his satisfied sigh as he pushed into the toy. He bit his lip as he began to thrust. Jongho wondered how someone's hole would feel compared to the fleshlight. There definitely wouldn't be as much texture. He felt that however it was lacking would be made up by having a real person there, one that would be warm and noisy. And talkative, hopefully. Jongho loved dirty talk.

Jongho moaned to himself, finding a rhythm. After the first few practice runs, Jongho’s hips and thighs had been sore. It was obvious even in the way he walked, and he had had to play it off like he was working on his legs at the gym more often. (Which was the perfect excuse. He was proud of himself for thinking of that.) By now, though, he'd strengthened the right muscles and was comfortable with the movements. He groaned as he picked up his pace, his eyes squeezing shut. Right now, he was thinking about Yeosang. Jongho believes Yeosang is vers, but only tops for specific people, so it wouldn’t be a problem for Jongho to top him.

“Fuck,” Jongho breathed. He was making the most of being home alone; he loved being noisy. He sincerely hoped his bottom would be loud.

Jongho slowed to a stop to catch his breath. He pulled out to rub his cockhead against the entrance, which he'd been fantasizing about doing on a real person. He wondered how warm they'd be, how hot and tight. If they shaved or not, though Jongho wouldn't mind either way.

Jongho regained his thrusts and went harder than before. He was looking forward to not having to hold his bottom in place. (He could do that if he wanted to, actually. But he wasn't that type of person.) Jongho wanted to drape himself over the person underneath him, getting close, letting their skin stick together, feeling their breath. Their moans in his ear. Their hands on his body.

Jongho came with a loud groan. He laid on his stomach, cock still in the toy, grinding through his high. He stayed inside even after it died off. He didn't know the next time anyone would be free to fuck, nor did he know when he would be free. Jongho rolled to his back, keeping the fleshlight on him to try to avoid it leaking. He should invest in a sex towel.

Jongho cleaned up and went to bed, almost unable to sleep with how anticipative he was.

There was a small hiccup in Jongho's plans.

Yunho sat with him in the back of the van.

“Who were you with last night?”

Jongho hummed in question, looking at him.

“You were loud. Who were you with?”

Jongho's entire body heated up once he realized what he was talking about. Yunho smirked. Jongho didn't know what to say. He couldn't lie and say a name; that would come back to bite him at some point. Jongho shook his head slightly, trying to deny the whole thing.

“You were by yourself, huh?” Yunho said, smirking.

Jongho faced the front. Yunho laughed.

“I thought I was alone.” Jongho muttered, crossing his arms and frowning.

“Alone with me.” Yunho informed him. He patted Jongho's knee and said, “It's okay, I'm not mad. Kinda cute, actually, if you were alone. I should've listened better.”

Jongho blushed brightly. He looked out his window and ignored Yunho. Yunho chuckled, but didn't push. Jongho halfheartedly avoided him the rest of the day, embarrassed but not extremely so. He wasn't going to let this delay his mission of finding a bottom.

He spent most of the day trying to decide on who to approach. Part of him just wanted to ask the first person he was able to get alone. Another part wanted to choose someone he thought would be a good fit, someone that would be nice to him. Not that any of them were mean; some were just more gentle than others.

Jongho settled on someone safe: Seonghwa. He was certain he could bottom (he wasn't sure about some of them) and knew he would be tender with him. Jongho could only assume Seonghwa had kinks, but he wouldn't surprise Jongho with anything. He probably wouldn't even bring it up.

During a recording session, they were both in the studio, waiting their turn. It was just the two of them, besides San in the booth and Hongjoong at his desk. Hongjoong was too focused to hear Jongho and Seonghwa if they talked to each other.

Jongho set his hand on Seonghwa's thigh, getting his attention. “Do you…” He tried. He didn't know how to ask.

“Hm?” Seonghwa prompted.

Jongho shifted in his seat, uneasy from the situation and awkward now that he was thinking about sex. He inched his hand up Seonghwa's thigh, looking at it then meeting his eye.

“Can we…” Jongho started again, trailing off and biting his lip. He would’ve said ‘fuck’, but it didn't feel right to be vulgar in this setting.

Seonghwa looked at him. He looked at him, and he knew what was happening. “Get together?” he finished.

Jongho nodded gratefully. Seonghwa’s eyes flitted around Jongho's face. He leaned closer. “Tonight?”

Jongho's heart jumped. He hadn't thought it could be so soon. He nodded. Seonghwa smiled.

“You're vers, honey? I thought you only bottomed.”

Jongho managed to stay calm. He didn't want to tell Seonghwa about everything he'd been doing. It was embarrassing. And for some reason, he didn't want to tell him that he's never topped before, either. It would probably be beneficial, it would make Seonghwa go easy on him, but Jongho didn't want to be looked at that way. Like Seonghwa needed to be careful with him, like he needed pity if he didn't do well. If Jongho did poorly, he could blame it on not having fucked in a while. Which was technically true.

“I can top.” Jongho shrugged.

Seonghwa smiled. “Good. I think I get done later than you, but you'll wait for me, yeah?”

Jongho flushed. Seonghwa was so close and he'd set his hand on Jongho’s, pulling him further up his thigh. Seonghwa was so pretty.

“Yeah.” Jongho answered.

Seonghwa smirked. He pecked Jongho's cheek before sitting back, taking Jongho's hand off of him. Jongho knew it was for the best, but he missed touching him already. He was saved from making bad decisions when San left the booth and Hongjoong called him in.

Jongho managed to let his schedules distract him until he got home. At that point, though, he had to wait. He wasn't good at waiting. He even got out his fleshlight, looking at it and thinking about his time with it, thinking about if he was good enough yet. He really wanted to be good for Seonghwa. As Jongho waited, he fought against touching himself. He wanted to be ready, but would be embarrassed if he looked too ready. Seonghwa wouldn't be malicious, but would probably tease him if he saw him hard before they started.

Seonghwa met Jongho in his bedroom. He'd been home for a short while, taking time to freshen up. Jongho had been on edge ever since he heard the door open. He was surprised he didn't flinch when Seonghwa came into his room.

Seonghwa locked the door behind him. Jongho was sitting on the edge of his bed, and Seonghwa went straight to his lap. Jongho grinned, sliding his hands up Seonghwa's thighs to his waist. Seonghwa's hands were on Jongho's shoulders.

“Hi.” Seonghwa smiled.

“Hi.” Jongho chuckled. He cupped Seonghwa's face, looking at him for a moment before leaning in to kiss him.

Seonghwa stopped him by speaking. “I haven't been with anyone in a while. Especially you. What brought this up, baby?”

Jongho kissed him to give himself time to think. Seonghwa was soft, both his lips and his skin under Jongho's hand. Jongho separated to say, “I've just been thinking of you.”

Seonghwa grinned. “How sweet. What about me?”

Jongho kissed him again. It was a lie that he'd been thinking about him, but he could definitely still come up with an answer. He moved to Seonghwa's neck to place a few light kisses before telling him.

“Your body. How you'd feel underneath me. How you'd sound. What you'd look like when I made you cum.” Jongho said. He moved his shirt to kiss his collar bone.

Seonghwa carded his fingers through the back of Jongho's hair, scratching him with his long fingernails in a soothing way. Jongho sucked on the crook of his neck—only slightly concerned about leaving visible marks. They had makeup.

“Yeah? Tell me what position you want.” Seonghwa said.

Jongho pushed his hands up Seonghwa's shirt. “I've been thinking of missionary, bunny, so I can see you.”

Seonghwa brought Jongho's face to him, smiling, kissing him. “Sounds perfect.”

Jongho pulled off Seonghwa's shirt and tossed it to the floor. He moved them to lay Seonghwa on the bed, kneeling between his legs. He dipped down to his tummy. Seonghwa pet his hair as he kissed him. Jongho bit at him, too, light little nibbles. He loved Seonghwa's body, how soft and elegant but strong, and needed to show his appreciation somehow.

“Can you tell me more of what you were thinking about?” Seonghwa asked, meek.

Jongho kissed right above the waistband of his pants. Seonghwa’s breath hitched. Jongho would’ve been worried he was trying to catch him in his lie, but Seonghwa just liked compliments. Jongho was happy to indulge him. “You on your back, your legs up, your hole ready for me. Your pretty cock leaking. Your hands grabbing at the sheets because you feel so good.”

Jongho looked up at him as he spoke, and they made eye contact. Seonghwa whined quietly and dropped his head. Jongho smirked. He was still nervous about topping, but all the other aspects of sex were easy for him. He liked making other people feel good.

“I love the way you talk.” Seonghwa whispered.

Jongho inched down Seonghwa’s bottoms. He kissed him there, the sensitive skin above his cock. Seonghwa hummed and shifted. Jongho decided against teasing him and pulled down his clothes to get his hard dick into his mouth. Seonghwa moaned and tightened his grip on Jongho’s hair. Jongho deepthroated him.

“Oh, shit, baby…” Seonghwa groaned. “So talented, aren’t you?”

Jongho blushed. He stayed like that until he had to get up to breathe, loving the little whimpers he was making Seonghwa let out and wanting to hear them for as long as possible. Seonghwa sighed deeply once he let up on him. He had been gripping Jongho’s hair tightly, and loosened his fist when Jongho pulled off. Jongho smiled to himself.

He kept going, licking along his length and kissing his balls and sucking on his cockhead. Jongho drooled on him, leaving him shiny every time he pulled away. Seonghwa was moaning. His fragile noises drifted into Jongho’s ears and sank into his bloodstream to fatten his cock. Seonghwa’s grip on his hair made his skin tingle.

“Whenever… whenever you're ready, I wanna touch you, too.” Seonghwa said quietly.

Jongho kissed his hip. “What do you wanna do, bun?”

“I… I wanna…” Seonghwa paused for a moment, seemingly trying to find the right words. Eventually, he said, “I wanna kiss you. Everywhere.”

Jongho smiled, his teeth against Seonghwa's skin. He kissed back to his cock, all the way up to the tip. He pinned his length to his tummy with his tongue and suckled at the underside of his glans. Seonghwa squirmed. Jongho slipped his hands under Seonghwa's knees to push his legs back. He did so slowly, wanting Seonghwa to be aware of what was happening. Jongho's mouth traveled to Seonghwa's balls and taint. Jongho ignored his hole aside from a few flicks of his tongue that made Seonghwa gasp.

“Jongho, fuck…” Seonghwa started, sounding like he was about to complain, but Jongho sat up at that moment. Seonghwa's eyes were so full of hope, Jongho couldn't help but smile.

“Hm?” Jongho prompted, moving to the side of Seonghwa to get closer.

Seonghwa grasped the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. It was short but passionate. Seonghwa sat up, too, and he tugged off Jongho's shirt. He pushed Jongho to lay down and threw a leg over his waist to straddle him. Jongho's breathing was shallow.

Seonghwa slowed down. He kissed him again, more gentle, and trailed down his neck to his chest. One hand groped a pec while his mouth was on the other. Jongho's brow furrowed every time he touched a nipple. Seonghwa paid attention to his arms, too, biting and kissing his biceps. Jongho laid and let him do what he wanted.

“You're amazing, Jongho. I could look at you all day. Touch you all day. You're gorgeous.” Seonghwa told him. “And if you don't know that by now, I'm going to be angry with you.”

Jongho breathed a laugh. Honestly, the conviction in Seonghwa’s voice got through to him. He quieted and focused on Seonghwa's skin against his own so he wouldn't think too deeply.

Seonghwa pressed his ear to Jongho's chest. He sat up with a laugh. “You all right, honey? Heart’s kinda fast.”

Jongho didn't know what to say. Seonghwa just had that effect on him.

Seonghwa smirked. “Mmh, you're just excited, yeah?” he asked, dipping back down to kiss his chest where his heart was.

“Yeah.” Jongho whispered. He squeezed Seonghwa's hips. What was happening came back to him, the fact that he was about to top for the first time. It didn't help his heart rate.

Without sitting up, Seonghwa pushed into Jongho's pants to get his cock out. He held the two of theirs together and stroked them. Jongho bit his lip, closing his eyes. Seonghwa dug his teeth into Jongho's arm. Jongho moaned quietly.

“Can you talk more? I love your voice.” Seonghwa asked.

Jongho grinned and opened his eyes. “Can you talk with me? I wanna hear you, too.”

Seonghwa nodded. He sat up, his hand on Jongho's chest. He felt him up, rubbed him, caressed him, his eyes hungry, but not exactly, almost pained, like he wanted Jongho so bad it hurt.

“I can't wait to hear you. You'll sound so pretty taking my cock. You'll be loud for me, yeah? You won't care about being heard?” Jongho said.

Seonghwa smiled and dropped his head, shy. “I do care, but I don't think I can stop myself.”

Jongho grinned. Seonghwa's hand sped up on their dicks, making Jongho shift. “Will you moan my name, Seonghwa?”

Seonghwa looked at him, bottom lip between his teeth. He merely nodded. Jongho pulled him down into a kiss.

“Finger me.” Seonghwa breathed.

“Say it again.” Jongho told him.

Seonghwa focused on their cockheads, making himself whine. Seonghwa had to talk between fast kisses. “Finger me. Finger my hole, Jongho, get me ready for your cock.”

Jongho groaned, grabbing Seonghwa's waist and holding tightly. He pushed Seonghwa away and laid him on his back. He'd already set out a condom and lube while he was waiting, so he quickly reached for the bottle and squirted some onto his fingers. They made eye contact as Jongho pushed one in.

Seonghwa moaned and his head fell back to the bed. His hand was on Jongho’s forearm, not to stop him, but just to feel him. To be connected. Jongho’s free hand was massaging Seonghwa's inner thigh. He loved how soft he was. Jongho entered another finger after a short while, seeing Seonghwa start to squirm. Seonghwa got louder, his noises whinier. It was mesmerizing. Jongho would've stopped to listen to him if he wasn't the one making him sound like that.

“Fuck,” Seonghwa sighed. “Baby, I wanna…”

“Yeah? Anything.” Jongho said. He thrusted slowly, the whole length of his fingers, in and out smoothly.

Seonghwa draped his arms over his face. “I want it now.” He said quietly.

Jongho grinned. His chest tightened with anxiety, but he reached for a condom. Seonghwa watched as he opened it and put it on, which didn't help his nerves, though he knew Seonghwa was just eager. Jongho added more lube. He pushed Seonghwa's legs back and paused. He tried to hide the fact that he was actively settling his breathing.

“You okay? Did you change your mind? It's okay if you did.” Seonghwa said, setting his hand on Jongho's.

Jongho smiled. Seonghwa didn't know how badly he wanted him. How much it ached, how much Jongho needed this. How much he needed this to go well. “You're just really pretty.” He eventually said.

Seonghwa grinned. He placed his hands on Jongho's waist, warm and soft. “Thank you.”

Jongho pushed in.

“Oh, fuck,” Jongho groaned when he was barely halfway inside.

“Haven't been with anyone lately, either?” Seonghwa chuckled, but it was breathless; he was already feeling good.

Jongho just shook his head, too distracted to be embarrassed. Seonghwa was tight. Tighter than the fleshlight, hotter than the fleshlight—better than the fleshlight. Jongho bottomed out and paused.

“You feel good as fuck,” Seonghwa confessed. He let go of Jongho's waist and his hands drifted up his body on their way to resting by his head.

Jongho held Seonghwa's thighs. He began to thrust.

He had to get used to a body being in front of him instead of the empty space a toy left, but he acclimated quickly. It gave him something to grab onto for leverage. Other than that, this was just like he'd been practicing. He didn't have to adjust his technique in barely any way.

“You can—you can go faster. I'm ready.” Seonghwa told him.

Jongho was going slow for himself, just wanting to make sure he could do this, not for Seonghwa, but at least he wasn't being suspected of lying. He did what he was told. It made Seonghwa moan, breathy, and Jongho no longer felt embarrassed about practicing for this. Just hearing him made everything worth it.

Jongho held Seonghwa's legs back by the pits of his knees as he fucked. They were both moaning, maybe too loud for the dorm, but were feeling too good to care. Jongho was happy—elated, really—about this whole thing, and wasn't going to let anything dampen his mood.

“Shit, Jongho,” Seonghwa breathed, looping his arms around Jongho's neck. Jongho leaned down to him, pressing close, his face in the crook of Seonghwa's neck.

“Say it again.” Jongho whispered. “Say my name.”

Seonghwa whined. “Fuck, Jongho—Jongho, mmh—”

Jongho grabbed a handful of Seonghwa's hair. He tilted his head to get to his neck, sucking hard. He made sure to make a hickey before letting himself devolve into messy kisses, drooling on him, his teeth dragging across him in weak bites.

“God, why haven't you fucked me sooner?” Seonghwa groaned. His fingernails dug into Jongho's shoulders.

Jongho smiled. He was proud of himself. “Gonna cum, baby?” he asked.

“You should—you should fuck me from the back. Hands and knees. Wanna cum untouched, make me cum untouched.” Seonghwa rambled.

Jongho sat up. He was wary, as he wasn't able to practice that position, but definitely wasn't going to deny him. He pulled out and Seonghwa turned over, kneeling in front of him. Jongho squeezed his cheeks, taking a second to stare at him. Seonghwa was so pretty.

Jongho pushed in before Seonghwa could complain again. He kept his hands on him, feeling his round ass, watching his hole eat him up. It was hypnotizing. Doggy, thankfully, was easier than missionary. Seonghwa could fuck himself on him, rocking back and forth, and he was doing exactly that. Jongho barely had to move.

“Harder, Jongho, mmh—” Seonghwa mewled.

Jongho refrained from mentioning Seonghwa was doing all the work, yet moaning his name. He fucked harder, bringing Seonghwa’s hips back into him. Seonghwa began to whine. Jongho knew it was easier to cum by jerking off than just prostate stimulation, but Seonghwa seemed to like making things difficult for himself. Even so, he still came first. He shook through his orgasm, moans cutting out as his body tensed. Jongho wished he could’ve seen his face. He saw a bit, Seonghwa’s head tilted to the side pressed against the bed, but Jongho wanted more.

Jongho kept going, needing this more than he was worried about overstimulating Seonghwa. Seonghwa didn’t seem to mind; he was whining, but it sounded just as pleasure-filled as earlier. Jongho came hard, collapsing onto Seonghwa halfway through, pinning him to the bed. He bit into his shoulder and moaned through it. Seonghwa reached back to tangle his fingers into his hair.

Jongho slipped off of him with a sigh. Seonghwa immediately shuffled up to him, his arm over his waist and his head on his chest and his leg over his thigh. Jongho cradled his head. Seonghwa slipped the condom off of Jongho’s softening cock and got off the bed to throw it away. When he got back, Jongho held him tighter than before.

“Your heart’s fast again, baby.” Seonghwa murmured.

Jongho bit his lip. He’d been thinking about telling the truth. It was a weight on him he no longer wanted.

“Seonghwa,” Jongho started. Seonghwa sensed his tone and propped himself up on an elbow to look at him. Jongho tucked his hair behind his ear. He was so beautiful. “I lied.”

Seonghwa’s brow furrowed. “About what?”

“I’ve never topped before. This was my first time.” Jongho confessed.

Seonghwa’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “You’re sure?”

Jongho laughed. “I’m pretty sure, yeah.”

“You were so good, though. Like, better than some guys I’ve been with that exclusively top. You’re sure?” Seonghwa said.

Jongho chuckled. He was warm from the compliment. “I’m sure. I mean, I practiced, but yeah.”

Seonghwa sat up. “So you have topped before?”

Jongho blushed. He hadn’t meant to bring that up. It was still embarrassing. But Seonghwa was waiting for an answer. “No… I just, um… toys.”

“Oh.” Seonghwa nodded in understanding. He straddled Jongho’s hips. “You practiced. Alone? With some fleshlight?”

Jongho avoided eye contact. It was even more embarrassing hearing it out-loud. He managed to nod.

“That’s so cute, baby. God, you’re adorable.” Seonghwa said, leaning down to kiss him.

Jongho’s surprised yelp was cut off. He held Seonghwa’s head and tried to keep up with his fast kisses.

“You practiced? Baby bear practiced for me? Wanted to make sure I felt good?” Seonghwa asked, planting kisses around Jongho’s face and going to his neck.

Jongho couldn’t reply, brain malfunctioning from Seonghwa’s lips on his skin.

“So fucking adorable.” Seonghwa breathed.

Jongho choked on a breath when Seonghwa began to grind. Their skin was slick with cum and lube. His hands landed on Seonghwa’s waist and gripped tightly.

“Wanna put all that practice to good use, sweetheart? One time isn’t nearly a good enough prize for putting in all that work.” Seonghwa asked.

Jongho swallowed thickly. “You’re my prize.” He whispered.

Seonghwa sat up and smiled at him. “I’m your prize.”

Jongho fucked Seonghwa as many times as he wanted.

Chapter 18: Sanjoong

Notes:

2.7k
FtM Hongjoong, dom bottom Hongjoong, sub top San, canon compliant, eating out, multiple orgasms, biting, anal sex, double penetration, hair pulling, raw sex, finger sucking, begging, cum eating, face sitting

Hongjoong is on T and has had top surgery
No mentions of dysphoria
His body is described as: dick, pussy, cock, cunt, clit

Hongjoong liked that San was pathetic. Sometimes he put up an assertive front, but it always crumbled at the slightest of pressure. He'd get teased, try to fight back, then submit when the other didn't take him seriously. Hongjoong didn't taunt or tease much outside of the bedroom, and enjoyed the show whenever somebody else played around with San. He never stood up for himself. It was hot.

“See me in my room tonight.”

San froze, eyes wide. They were leaving after finishing an interview, but it was midday. Hongjoong told him this early on purpose. San would think he'd done something wrong and was going to get scolded, so he'd be worrying about it for the rest of the day and therefore be more pathetic than usual when he got to Hongjoong’s room.

“When?”

“As soon as we get home.” Hongjoong said, almost cutting him off. He fought a smirk at San’s tiny, nervous nod.

They didn't see each other a lot after that, which Hongjoong was a little grateful for. He could only act so much. He was sure San was grateful, too, being away from Hongjoong’s watchful eye. Whenever they were around each other, Hongjoong affected normal and San attempted to appease him however he could. Which basically just consisted of being particularly nice to him. Hongjoong didn't mind at all.

San followed directions and met Hongjoong in his room when they got back to the dorm. He basically followed him there, actually, Hongjoong being acutely aware of San’s presence a few paces behind him as he walked to his room. He left his door open and San closed it behind them.

“Sit.” Hongjoong said before San could question him.

San sat on the edge of his bed, eyes wide. Hongjoong wasn't in the mood to wait, so he climbed into San’s lap, knees caging his hips and hands on his shoulders. San’s eyes widened even further and his lips parted in surprise. He glanced around Hongjoong’s body. They'd changed into relaxed clothes by the end of the day, and Hongjoong was wearing a large T-shirt, the neck of which was loose and exposing his collar bones. He knew because San's gaze lingered on them.

Again, before San could talk, Hongjoong spoke. “I want you, okay? You're going to do what I say because you're always such a good boy. Aren't you, baby?”

San nodded along, looking like he didn't even hear Hongjoong, looking like he just wanted to cooperate. Hongjoong smirked. San's shirt, in opposition, was fitted, hugging his muscles in all the right places. Hongjoong bit his lip as he slipped his hands down his biceps. He squeezed them and scooted closer in his lap.

“What do you want?” San asked quietly. He hesitantly set his hands on Hongjoong’s waist.

“Glad you asked.” Hongjoong joked. “Lay down.”

Hongjoong stood to let San follow directions. San laid in the middle of the bed, and Hongjoong was amused by the obvious bulge in his pants. He massaged it, making San jerk, and said, “You're so easy.”

San didn't respond. Hongjoong smirked to himself. He pulled off his pants and underwear, then climbed up to straddle San’s head. San reacted immediately, holding Hongjoong’s thighs and opening his mouth and staring at Hongjoong's dick like he was hungry. He even tried to lean and taste him before Hongjoong was ready. Hongjoong grabbed his hair and kept him still. San gave him sad, puppy-dog eyes like Hongjoong just took away a toy he was playing with.

“You really just do what you're told, huh?” Hongjoong wondered aloud. Everybody knew Hongjoong liked it rough, but Hongjoong also made sure they knew they could ask for it slower or differently or just simply say no at any time. San never did any of that. He always took what he was given.

San didn't reply, instead looking between Hongjoong and his pussy. Hongjoong gave him what he wanted. He sat on San’s face, his jaw dropping as he met warm, soft lips. San licked across him before sucking his cock into his mouth. Hongjoong gave a shaky sigh and leaned on the wall in front of him. With one hand, that is; the other was holding his shirt out of the way. It'd been covering the show below him, and Hongjoong loved seeing San on his cunt. He got tired of it soon and tore it off, which San took advantage of. His hands roamed all around Hongjoong’s naked body.

Hongjoong moaned behind closed lips. San sucked him harder before licking around him, pushing his tongue into his hole. Hongjoong sighed.

“This was why I wanted you, baby.” Hongjoong told him. They made eye contact, and San's sparkly eyes made Hongjoong's tummy warm. “You know you're good, don't you?”

Hongjoong didn't move to let San respond because he didn't want a response. He grinded deeper and threw his head back, his jaw dropping in a silent moan. He didn't need to be quiet, but it'd be the nice thing to do. If he cared about being nice by the end of the night was up for question.

San sucked his cock again and Hongjoong's legs quivered. He was sensitive but never let anyone point it out. He wasn't weak. He could last and he'd prove it.

San moaned as he pulled off of Hongjoong's dick. His hands were harsh on Hongjoong's hips. He was grabbing around at him, his sides and ass and thighs. Hongjoong liked his needy hands. He liked his desperate touch. Hongjoong liked being wanted.

“Suck it harder,” Hongjoong ordered, nearly out of breath.

San listened. Hongjoong groaned lowly and tried to hold onto the wall. The flat surface failed him, and his posture began to slip as his knees slid open. San didn't seem to care about the extra weight. Hongjoong tried to stifle a loud moan, only for it to turn out as a whine. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook on San's mouth. He was close to cumming already after having been excited all day—plus he touched himself at times: nothing direct, just some presses and rubs over his clothes when no one was looking.

“San, fuck—don’t stop,” Hongjoong moaned. He pressed his forehead to the wall while one hand gripped San's hair. It probably hurt, but he wasn't thinking too clearly.

“Uh—oh, god, fuck!” Hongjoong cried, thighs trembling and knees weak. He fucked San's face as he came. He hadn't been eaten out in a while, which he hated since it was one of his favorite things. Hongjoong was lucky San knew what he was doing (but San didn't need to know that).

Hongjoong pulled off of San, breathing labored. He laid down as soon as he could, head at the end of the bed. San sat up and knelt by him.

“Are you okay?” San asked quietly.

Hongjoong breathed a laugh. He snaked a hand down to stroke his dick, and he flinched at the overstimulation, yet sighed in pleasure. San massaged his inner thigh. Hongjoong watched him chew his lip like he was satiating himself from biting something else.

“Off.” Hongjoong said, waving vaguely at him.

San undressed without a word. He laid back as Hongjoong got up. Hongjoong knelt between his thick thighs and attached his mouth to one. He kissed and licked, but mostly bit, enough to make San whimper. Hongjoong dragged his tongue around San's balls and base before kissing along his length. San let out a shaky breath. Hongjoong swallowed him down, earning a moan. San hesitantly ran his fingers through Hongjoong’s hair, and Hongjoong took both hands and held them, intertwining their fingers and squeezing. San shifted underneath him.

“You're gonna fuck me, okay?” Hongjoong said, which was obvious, but he liked San's reactions to explicit orders. San bit his lip and nodded, brow furrowed. “I want it in my ass.”

San's jaw dropped. He nodded enthusiastically, and he let slip a whine when Hongjoong fisted his cockhead. Hongjoong laughed. He lapped up his precum.

“Can… can I cum in your pussy?” San asked quietly.

Hongjoong grinned. “If you stay good for me, sure.”

San nodded once more. Hongjoong took him back down, trying to swallow as much as he could. One hand massaged San's balls while the other grabbed his thigh. They made eye contact as Hongjoong slid his hand up San's body to grope his pec. Hongjoong earned a whimper when he pinched his nipple. Hongjoong kept doing it, eliciting more pathetic sounds, and he reached his other hand between his legs to touch himself.

Hongjoong soon got needy, and he sat up to straddle San's hips. He grinded against his cock. They were wet against each other, Hongjoong’s slick and San’s precum, their movements smooth and easy. Hongjoong groaned as their cockheads rubbed together.

“Now, please.” San said meekly.

Hongjoong laughed. “Yeah? Say that again. Louder.”

“Now, please.” San repeated. He held Hongjoong's hips. “Want it now. Let me fuck you now.”

Hongjoong grinned. “Say please.”

“Please, Hongjoong,” San begged, and it looked like he was about to cry. His bottom lip was between his teeth and his brow was knitted together.

Hongjoong smirked. He liked making men bigger than him beg. He leaned closer, and San’s eyes were on Hongjoong’s lips, but he stopped a few inches away. San continued to stare at his lips. “Finger me.” Hongjoong said.

San nodded, but neither moved. San tilted his head up, still staring, movements twitchy like he was afraid. Hongjoong watched. He wanted to see if San had the courage.

San did, but Hongjoong wouldn't call it a kiss. He brushed their lips together, neither even puckering them, neither even closing their eyes. San rested his head back down, gaze flicking all around Hongjoong's face for a reaction.

“You're so fucking pathetic,” Hongjoong whispered, grabbing a handful of San’s hair to kiss him. They both moaned into it. Their lips were soft but they were kissing hard and fast, and Hongjoong was soon feeling his lips become raw.

“Sorry,” San breathed.

Hongjoong smirked. “Shut up.” He told him, hand groping and squeezing his pec again. He loved how squishy he was, and without another thought he sank his teeth into him. Hongjoong licked over his nipple before taking another bite.

San let out a shaky sigh. Hongjoong wasn't sure if San liked pain, but he wasn't biting that hard, plus San wasn't saying anything. Hongjoong trailed over to San's bicep, lips dragging along warm skin, to bite and lick there, too. San was shy whenever he got attention to his body, but Hongjoong knew he loved it. Most times Hongjoong believed his subs deserved nothing, that they had to earn everything they got, but he thought San deserved to have his body appreciated after all his hard work.

“Please,” San whispered.

Hongjoong chuckled. He gave San one last kiss before getting off of him. He retrieved his lube and got on his knees for San, head to the bed. He tilted it so he could see him. San's eyes were transfixed on Hongjoong's hole, not looking away as he squeezed lube into his hand. Some dripped on the bed and Hongjoong snapped at him to get his attention.

San hurried to spread the lube on Hongjoong's hole and enter a finger. Hongjoong hummed, pleased. The connotations around anal were what Hongjoong really liked about it, but it still felt good. Though he almost always paired it with double penetration.

He did so now, sliding his hand down his body to stroke his cock. He slipped two fingers into his pussy and moaned at the feeling. San thrusted faster, adding a second finger, too. San was cursing, quiet whispers of amazement. It made Hongjoong feel good.

Hongjoong had San use three fingers before they moved into position. Hongjoong bent himself over the edge of the bed, San standing behind him. He squeezed on plenty of lube, enough for it to drip down to Hongjoong's cunt and make him flinch at the temperature. Hongjoong sighed in satisfaction when he pushed in. He folded his arms underneath his head and smiled to himself. San’s breathing was already labored.

“Can I move?”

Hongjoong breathed a laugh. He'd been quiet while San bottomed out, so he supposed he couldn't tease too much. “Yes, baby. Fuck me.”

San did. He got noisy right away. Hongjoong thought it was amusing. He savored the feeling for a few minutes before squeezing a hand under himself to touch again, rubbing his clit. He rolled his hips on San's cock and focused on the sensation of being full. Frequently, he kept his hand still, just to have his fingers add to the fullness. San's hands were on Hongjoong's hips, and he was holding him tightly, but often eased his grip like he was worried he was hurting him.

“Harder,” Hongjoong groaned.

“I—I can't, I'm not gonna—not gonna last,” San told him, voice desperate and apologetic.

Hongjoong laughed. He might as well catch up if San was this close. “Pathetic,” he said again. “Just fuck me.”

“Can you lay on your back, please?”

Hongjoong indulged him. San stayed standing at the edge of the bed. Hongjoong slid two fingers into his pussy again as San began to thrust. San moaned, eyes glued to the scene. Hongjoong couldn't even tease him, he was getting close, too. He fucked himself fast and loved the feeling of the palm of his hand hitting his dick with every thrust. With his free hand, he grabbed San and shoved his fingers into his mouth. San merely whined. Hongjoong chewed them more than sucked, letting his mouth do what it wanted subconsciously while he focused on his pleasure. Hongjoong moaned around them as he left them wet and bite-marked.

“Hongjoong—Hongjoong, please,” San tried. He gave a few hard, shaky thrusts before pulling out.

Hongjoong removed his own fingers from his hole and San's fingers from his mouth. San pushed his tip inside Hongjoong’s cunt and jerked himself off into it, his cum barely getting inside, his load dripping from Hongjoong's pussy. Hongjoong rubbed his clit, his bottom lip between his teeth and his brow furrowed. He tried to hide his moans.

San pulled out, and Hongjoong used his cum as lube to stroke his dick. His movements were fast and desperate. San knelt and dragged his tongue across Hongjoong's asshole where his seed had leaked down to. He began to eat it from Hongjoong's pussy, too, eliciting a loud moan from Hongjoong. He gripped San's hair as he brought himself to climax. He shook through it. San was whining, and Hongjoong couldn't help but laugh. He pulled San up by his hair to kiss him. Hongjoong could taste both himself and San's cum. He loved it.

“Fuck. Fuck. Thank you.” San breathed between kisses.

Hongjoong grinned. “Always such a good boy,” he said, mostly to himself. No one else really submitted like San did. San did exactly what he was told, aimed to please, and was thankful for everything his dom gave him. He was the perfect sub.

“Where are your towels?” San asked quietly.

Hongjoong thought he was adorable. He kissed him again, and without separating too far, told him to get one from his closet. San did once Hongjoong let him go. San wiped off Hongjoong before himself and helped Hongjoong dress before himself. Hongjoong laid San down afterwards, laying completely on top of him, his head on his plush chest. San hugged his waist and cradled his head.

“Thank you.”

Hongjoong chuckled. “Are you still in your subspace, baby? Do you need more?”

San hummed no. “I'm thankful you're not mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you, angel?” Hongjoong asked, leaning up to look at him.

“Because you made me come to your room.”

“Oh.” Hongjoong muttered. He kissed San softly. “I did that so you'd be especially compliant for me.”

San blushed.

Hongjoong smirked. “You hadn't done anything wrong today, promise.” He assured him.

“Promise?”

Hongjoong smiled. He straddled San's hips to kiss him deeper, cupping his face. “Promise. It's just so cute when you're scared of me.”

San blushed brighter, looking away. “I wasn't scared…” he mumbled.

“Mmh, okay.” Hongjoong teased. He laid next to him and rested his head on his chest, his leg thrown over him. San stayed quiet and pet his hair.

“Still, thank you.”

Hongjoong smiled. “You're welcome, baby.”

Chapter 19: Seongsang

Notes:

3.2k
Soft dom top Seonghwa, sub bottom Yeosang, finger sucking, praise, light begging, canon compliant

Yeosang was having a hard time controlling himself around him. He got caught eye-fucking him once (and only once, as far as he knew), but it only led to a smug smirk from Seonghwa. Seonghwa liked to be chased. If someone wanted him, they had to act on it.

They had a short break, just a week, to rest or do whatever they wanted, no recordings or practices or meetings. Seonghwa took this time to try something out. He put on fake nails.

Yeosang didn't know he'd be attracted to it. He was already attracted to Seonghwa, he thought everyone in the group was cute, and they’ve already been in bed together, so he wasn't worried he wouldn't be able to act on his attraction. But he didn't entirely know why Seonghwa put them on, and it felt weird to intrude by pushing sexuality onto it. Surely Seonghwa didn't put on fake nails so people would think he was hot—he just liked pushing gender boundaries. Yeosang didn't need to sexualize that.

But it was getting to him. The two of them stayed inside more often than not on their break, so Yeosang was able to see them far too often. They were dark red, stiletto in shape (Yeosang looked it up), and they went perfectly with his platinum blond hair. Yeosang couldn't get the image of them running over his skin out of his head. He got goosebumps from picturing it, as if it was really happening. If he was around Seonghwa for too long, he had to hide in his room for a while to calm down.

Seonghwa noticed, of course. The time Yeosang was caught, Seonghwa was making a meal for them and Yunho. It was the day he put the nails on, emerging from his room with a new look. Yeosang had been starstruck, but Yunho was able to ask why. Seonghwa had said he wanted to see how they looked and felt, and that he'd take them off before their next schedule. Yunho didn't care, he was just curious. Yeosang cared. He cared too much. He’d been standing, watching Seonghwa cook, eyes focused on his hands. Even the clumsiness Seonghwa was powering through didn't dilute Yeosang’s infatuation. He wanted them on his body.

Seonghwa had stopped cutting the meat for a few seconds, making Yeosang look up to see what made him pause. They made eye contact. Seonghwa smirked. Yeosang turned and walked away.

It was nearing the end of their break now, and Yeosang wouldn't allow himself to miss the only opportunity he had. But he was awkward. Usually he lets people come to him. If he was needy, he merely texted them. He prompted with either free tonight? or wanna play? and they understood. Yeosang had a feeling that wouldn't be enough for Seonghwa. Seonghwa already knew he wanted him, so Yeosang had to prove himself.

Yeosang attempted on the second to last day of their break.

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Seonghwa was in his room, trying to work on his Legos. He didn't realize his nails would get in the way this much. He needed to take them off soon, and before this he didn't want to—now he was debating tearing them all off.

A knock sounded at his door, and he knew by the soft quality of it that it was Yeosang. He called him in.

“What are you doing?” Yeosang asked, stepping up to him. Seonghwa was at his desk.

“Trying not to get mad.” Seonghwa answered. He splayed his hands out in front of him, staring at the offenders.

Yeosang slowly reached to hold his hand, thumb rubbing his knuckles. “I like them.” He said quietly.

Seonghwa was aware. Yeosang would study his hands whenever they were near each other, sometimes even biting his lip. It seemed he wasn't conscious of it.

“I know.” Seonghwa settled on saying.

Yeosang knelt on the floor, moving slowly. He rested his chin on Seonghwa’s thigh. His eyes were sparkly as he looked up at him. Seonghwa’s lips parted in a tiny gasp, then he smiled. Yeosang was a lot better at actions than words, and Seonghwa liked to play with that.

Seonghwa carded his fingers through Yeosang’s hair. “Want something, sweetie?” he asked.

Yeosang bit his lip, avoiding eye contact. He held Seonghwa’s hand again. He played with his fingers, often going up the length of his fingernails, too. Seonghwa wasn't sure why he was captivated by them, and he may even like them more than Seonghwa did himself, but he wasn't complaining. Seonghwa grinned and pet his hair, scratching lightly. Yeosang’s eyes fluttered closed. Seonghwa chuckled.

“Just say it and I'll give it to you.” Seonghwa told him.

It took Yeosang a minute, but he eventually spoke: “I want you to touch me.” He murmured, only looking up when he finished his sentence.

Seonghwa smirked. “Okay, then, baby. Stand up.”

Yeosang did. Seonghwa turned in his chair and pushed Yeosang’s pants and underwear down. Yeosang gasped, seemingly surprised. He wasn't fully hard yet, so Seonghwa held his hips and tasted him, licking his tip with a flick of his tongue, kissing his length as he chubbed up. It was difficult for Yeosang to initiate touches, so his hands were slow as they made their way to Seonghwa’s head. Seonghwa looked up at him as he suckled on his cockhead.

Yeosang’s brow furrowed and his fingers twitched in Seonghwa’s hair. Seonghwa would get him to pull on it soon. He wrapped his hand around Yeosang’s cock, being extra careful with his nails. They weren't dramatically long, supplementing his fingertips by less than a centimeter, but they still came to a point, and even if it was dull, Seonghwa didn't imagine it feeling very good. He pumped Yeosang slowly. Then, carefully, he rubbed his slit with his thumb, smearing around his precum that was already weeping. Yeosang’s breath hitched. 

Seonghwa took him in his mouth. Yeosang made loose fists in his hair. Yeosang got even harder inside him, heavy on his tongue and reaching the back of his throat. Seonghwa closed his eyes and got used to the feeling. It was comforting. He pressed closer until he was about to gag, then pulled off to stroke Yeosang’s cock with his spit.

Yeosang’s fist tightened, then he smoothed Seonghwa’s hair down. Seonghwa held this cockhead in his lips while he ran up and down his length, nails ghosting over him, making ever so slight contact. Yeosang shifted in his spot and set free a few sounds he failed at stifling. Seonghwa smirked. He held his hips again and began to blow him in earnest.

As he went on, he inched Yeosang’s clothes down. Once he could, he groped his inner thighs, loving how plush he was. Seonghwa kissed his length and hips and balls and tummy. Yeosang would cycle between gripping Seonghwa’s hair tightly and petting him like he was trying to undo the roughness. Finally, only when Yeosang’s legs were trembling and his pants were around his ankles, did Seonghwa allow them to move on.

He got up without a word and moved to the bed. Yeosang hurried after him, stepping out of his clothes and crawling up onto the bed with Seonghwa. Seonghwa took Yeosang’s shirt off, and then his own. Yeosang looked antsy, eager to do something but not knowing what without instruction. Seonghwa cupped his face to settle him. He kissed him softly. 

Yeosang moaned quietly. Seonghwa tried not to smile, but failed, and nipped at Yeosang’s bottom lip before pulling away. 

“You want something specific, baby?” Seonghwa asked.

Yeosang shook his head. 

“You sure?” Seonghwa pressed. He held Yeosang’s chin with his index finger and thumb, tilting him up and to either side, just to see him.

“Just you.” Yeosang whispered. “That's all I want.”

Seonghwa grinned. He appreciated that, he really did, but Yeosang’s shyness was getting to him. He’d thank him later when he didn't want to pin him down and make him cry. Seonghwa kissed him again, then his cheek, then pressed his lips ever so softly to his birthmark.

Seonghwa laid back. “Then do what you want.” He said, gesturing to himself.

Yeosang took a moment, then straddled Seonghwa’s thighs and leaned down to kiss him. Seonghwa held his waist, lightly dragging his nails over him, making Yeosang breathe a shaky sigh. Yeosang continued down his jaw to his neck. Seonghwa gripped him, his nails digging into his soft skin. They were warm against each other, Yeosang’s lips brushing sensitive skin, Seonghwa pulling him close, their breaths mingling. Seonghwa didn't know how much he needed this.

Yeosang kept going, kissing and sucking on his chest. When he reached his nipple, Seonghwa gasped. He definitely wasn't a stoic dom, and wasn't afraid to moan or even whine. He believed doms and subs served each other; there was no reason to act like he wasn't being pleasured. He grasped Yeosang’s hair as he worked on him. Yeosang would lean into him, arching closer, kissing harder, when Seonghwa pet him, gently scratching his scalp. Seonghwa was thinking about letting his natural nails grow if Yeosang had reactions like this.

Yeosang traveled down his tummy. He pulled Seonghwa’s clothes down to free his cock, then pounced on it, pressing open kisses down his length to his balls. Seonghwa groaned and made a fist in Yeosang’s hair. Yeosang kissed and licked and sucked, worshiping him. Seonghwa was throbbing. And Yeosang knew how he looked, because he would use his big, pretty eyes to glance up at him, batting his eyelashes. Seonghwa held his head with both hands but willed himself not to fuck his face.

His self control waned when Yeosang took him in his mouth. Yeosang arched his back as he bent down to him, sticking his bare ass out. Seonghwa was getting impatient. He told Yeosang he could do what he wanted, though, and he didn't want to ruin the fun he was obviously having. So he ran his fingers through his hair and focused on not cumming yet.

Thankfully, Yeosang got his fill before Seonghwa had to tell him to stop. Yeosang kissed back up his body and whispered against Seonghwa’s lips, “Want it now.”

“Of course, angel. Whatever you want.” Seonghwa said. “Get my lube and condoms from my drawer, will you?”

Yeosang did what he was told. He handed both to Seonghwa. Seonghwa returned the lube. Yeosang didn't move.

“You don't think I'm going to finger you, do you?” Seonghwa questioned. He held up a hand. “Do you want me to finger you?”

Yeosang shook his head, just now realizing. He bit his lip and slowly positioned himself against the pillows. Seonghwa sat in front of him to watch.

Yeosang squeezed lube onto his fingers, but his legs were pressed together. He was still chewing his lip.

He was shy. It was cute.

“Go on. Or do you not want to get fucked?”

Yeosang opened his legs and smeared the lube onto his hole. Seonghwa smirked. He got comfortable. If Yeosang tried to shorten this due to his shyness, Seonghwa wouldn't let him. He needed to be thoroughly prepped, anyway.

Yeosang pushed a finger inside. He widened his legs a few inches, then Seonghwa got impatient and spread him open. Yeosang gasped, but he kept his finger inside, pushing deeper and knitting his brow.

Seonghwa pushed his knees towards his chest. “Don't be shy, baby. You should know how pretty you are by now.”

Yeosang pursed his lips and avoided eye contact. He squeezed in a second finger, and Seonghwa could tell he was pressing up on himself, massaging his prostate. Seonghwa cupped his balls to knead. Yeosang shifted under him, obviously wanting more. With his other hand, Seonghwa trailed a nail from his cockhead to his base. He barely touched him, but Yeosang’s jaw dropped and he let out an airy moan.

“Seonghwa,” Yeosang whispered.

He stopped, so Seonghwa prompted him with a hum. He didn't reply, so Seonghwa sat back. Seonghwa watched without touching. Yeosang was shameless enough to keep going, adding a third finger, fucking himself hard. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and lost himself in the pleasure. 

Seonghwa stroked himself. Yeosang started whining. He wanted more, but Seonghwa wouldn't give it until he asked, even if it pained Seonghwa to ignore his desperate whimpers. He wondered if Yeosang got like this when he was alone. Alone, secretive, willing himself to be silent, leaving it a mystery of what exactly he was doing in his room. Or, trying but failing at being silent. Getting himself worked up by just his fingers but needing more than his fingers, just like right now in front of Seonghwa. Maybe every time he accidentally let out a noise, he stopped and held his breath, listening for signs of anybody else in the house. Maybe, on the days he knew he was alone, he let himself be loud.

“Please,”

Seonghwa lunged and grabbed his face for a hard kiss. Yeosang mewled in surprise. He set his hands on Seonghwa’s waist, one of them warm and sticky.

Seonghwa pulled away, leaving Yeosang blinking back stars. Seonghwa laid down and pushed the last of his clothes off, then got the condom that'd been set on the bed. He tore it open and rolled it onto his hard, aching cock. Yeosang threw a leg over him and lined up without a word.

Their jaws dropped in sync as Yeosang sat down on him. Seonghwa gripped his hips, a sentence about needing to let Yeosang go at his own pace on repeat in his mind. Yeosang moaned all the way down, breathy and broken. When he bottomed out, he paused, eyes closed. Seonghwa took a moment to calm down, too. He rubbed Yeosang’s sides. He ran his nails over him, and he knew it'd be ticklish, but didn't expect Yeosang to snatch his wrists with as much energy as he did.

“Sorry. Oh, fuck…” Yeosang breathed, pressing one of Seonghwa’s hands flat to his stomach and bringing the other up to his face, pressing it against his lips, not really kissing, just having him close.

Seonghwa pressed low on his tummy. He wasn't particularly big, but with the size of Yeosang’s waist, earning a belly bulge should be no problem. Yeosang began to grind his hips, and as he opened his mouth to moan, his teeth made contact with Seonghwa’s knuckles. He bit at him, licking, still not fully taking his fingers into his mouth. It was maddening for Seonghwa.

“Say it. Say my name.”

Yeosang mewled and grinded faster. He took in Seonghwa’s thumb, wrapping his lips around it. He gave it a few chews before Seonghwa urged his mouth open, thumb on his tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Seonghwa,” Yeosang groaned. He moved Seonghwa’s hand to kiss and lick his palm. His breathing picked up as he continued to ride.

Seonghwa’s other hand moved to finger his nipple. Yeosang jerked, sensitive, moaning loudly. He leaned his hands behind himself on Seonghwa’s thighs for balance, though he kept Seonghwa’s fingers as he moved, lips again around his thumb. He was chewing more than sucking. Seonghwa wanted to push two fingers deep and test his gag reflex, but decided to hold off on that until he didn't have sharp points for fingernails—not to mention Yeosang wasn't taking his thumb much past the first knuckle. Even with the added obstacle, Yeosang would chase after Seonghwa’s hand when he strayed too far away.

Yeosang’s cock looked so cute bouncing as he rode, Seonghwa wished he could suck him off. He settled for stroking him. Yeosang shuddered. He almost collapsed, but caught himself, hands on either side of Seonghwa’s shoulders. He rolled his hips fast like he was full of energy, even if his half-closed eyes and his mouth hung open like he couldn't close it expressed his tiredness. Seonghwa smiled.

“You're so good at this, baby.” Seonghwa told him. He had to catch his breath before speaking a full sentence. “You should be proud of yourself, Yeosang, fuck.”

Yeosang whimpered. He slid to hide his face in Seonghwa’s shoulder, his movements slowing. Seonghwa pet his hair, biting his lip as he grinned to himself. He just couldn't stop being happy Yeosang was here right now.

“Fuck me, please.” Yeosang whispered.

Seonghwa gently scratched up and down his back. “You're staying right here.” He said.

Yeosang shivered. He placed warm, half-kisses around Seonghwa’s neck and shoulder, his strength declining. Seonghwa wanted to be ridden, though. He liked watching Yeosang fall apart on top of him.

Yeosang’s movements picked back up. Seonghwa knew he could ride until he got them both off; he's done it before. He wasn't just flattering him when he told him he was good at it. Seonghwa wasn't sadistic, though, and went ahead and helped him, holding his hips and thrusting up into him. Yeosang groaned loudly. He bounced so their hips met hard, making both of them moan with each motion.

“Seonghwa, please…” Yeosang whined.

“You’re doing so well, baby, why stop now?” Seonghwa said with a grin. Plus, he was doing most of the work by now. Yeosang was trembling on him.

Seonghwa grabbed his ass, digging his nails in. Yeosang whimpered, now coming to a halt, relying on Seonghwa to fuck him. Seonghwa decided not to comment. He took Yeosang’s hand and set it on his cock. Yeosang pumped himself quickly. He surprised Seonghwa by cumming just a few moments later. Yeosang’s desperate expression, pathetic noises, and cum dripping onto his stomach pushed Seonghwa over the edge. He gripped Yeosang tighter, and he knew it was too tight, but didn't care at the moment. He slammed Yeosang down and kept him there.

Yeosang was breathing heavily, legs shaking. His arms were trembling, too, as he leaned on the bed. Seonghwa made him grind on him, almost like he was a toy, milking his high. Yeosang whimpered.

Finally, Seonghwa let Yeosang go. Yeosang pulled off and collapsed to lay next to him.

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How embarrassing. Yeosang rubbed his eyes and covered his face, thinking of everything he did. From the beginning, he was pathetic. Getting on his knees without being told? Sucking on his fingers? Begging to be fucked? How shameless.

“Yeosang,”

Yeosang stayed hidden.

Seonghwa took his hands away, and his eyes widened at his pout. “What's wrong?”

Yeosang intertwined their fingers to hold his hand. “Sorry I'm a lot.” He mumbled.

“Hey, now why would you say that?” Seonghwa demanded, shuffling closer. He brushed the hair out of Yeosang’s face. “Honestly, you could've done more. I love when you're desperate. I love when you beg. I love when you want me.”

Yeosang bit his lip, trying not to smile. He loved wanting Seonghwa. Seonghwa noticed and kissed him softly.

“Don't be sorry for wanting.” Seonghwa murmured, hand sliding down his body, stopping to cup his ass.

Yeosang set his hand on his and pressed him closer. Seonghwa kissed him harder.

“Don't take them off.” Yeosang whispered.

Seonghwa smiled. “I need to at some point.”

Yeosang frowned.

“I guess we should make the most of it now, shouldn't we?” Seonghwa purred, hand traveling to cup Yeosang’s soft cock.

Yeosang gasped. He pushed closer and kissed him hard. Sometimes it was worth it to be embarrassing.

Chapter 20: Jongjoong

Notes:

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Sub bottom Jongho, hard dom Hongjoong (tops with toys), chastity cages, small dick Jongho, praise, degradation, begging, “sir”, dirty talk

When Hongjoong found the key, he thought it was to a diary. One of those notebooks with what could barely be called a padlock and a key—one under the broadest definition of the thing, thin metal and wavy edges. He didn't think Jongho was the diary-keeping type, especially one that was “locked” away.

Then Hongjoong caught a glimpse of color in Jongho’s ajar drawer.

He was in Jongho’s room because he needed to borrow his phone charger. He didn't ask, but was planning on returning it before Jongho got home, anyway. The cord was on his bedside table, and so was the key. The drawer was open barely an inch, but Hongjoong could see inside, a streak of bright yellow catching his eye.

Hongjoong further opened the drawer. Maybe it was the diary. He was curious about it, even if he wouldn't read it. If Jongho felt the need to put any type of barrier on it, no matter how feeble, he wouldn't pry.

He didn't find a diary. 

A chastity cage wouldn't have even crossed his mind if he had to guess something other than a diary. 

Hongjoong almost touched it, fingers centimeters away, then thought better of it. It was plastic, a pleasing yellow color. It was small. Smaller than what would've been comfortable for himself. 

An unidentifiable feeling settled in Hongjoong’s stomach. Was he… turned on? He never really gave much thought to chastity, but he couldn't deny that Jongho was hot, and picturing him in the cage made his skin tingle. Was he jealous? Hongjoong wanted to know who was putting Jongho in chastity. He wanted to know who had such complete and utter control over Jongho. Who Jongho trusted that much. 

Hongjoong wanted to know why it wasn't him.

He could be strict, he could be mean. Maybe chastity wasn't his biggest kink, but he could do it. He could do it for Jongho. Why didn't Jongho ask him to keep his key? Who did Jongho trust more than him?

Hongjoong shut the drawer. He grabbed the charging cord and left the room.

Hongjoong didn't ask him outright. Over the next few days, he watched Jongho. He was sure he was noticed, but Jongho wasn't saying anything. Hongjoong made sure Jongho wasn't looking when he stared at his crotch, wondering if he was wearing the cage, trying to see the outlines of the plastic, picturing him in different styles. He wondered how small Jongho could go. He wondered how often he wore it. He wondered when the last time he came was.

Jongho would confront him eventually, he knew, so Hongjoong planned a night to do it himself.

Hongjoong sat on Jongho’s bed and waited for him to come home. He fidgeted with the key that was still, or, again, on Jongho’s table, holding it in one hand while the other propped himself up behind himself. He was only slightly nervous.

He didn't look up when Jongho walked in. 

Silence. Then, “Why are you in my room?”

“You don't trust me?” Hongjoong replied with a quirk of the brow.

“No, it's not that, just, you know, it's a space for myself—”

“No, baby. You don't trust me?” Hongjoong repeated. He held up the key.

Jongho seemed to just now see it. He straightened, almost cautious, keeping his eyes on the key like it'd pounce if he made any sudden movements.

“What are you talking about?” Jongho asked. Slowly, without turning around, he closed the door behind him.

Hongjoong pulled open Jongho’s nightstand drawer. It was empty, aside from a few random objects.

“Oh, so you're wearing it, then?” Hongjoong said, eyes going straight to Jongho’s crotch.

Jongho shifted in place. He didn't seem to know what to say for a few moments. Finally, he asked, “You were going through my things?”

Jongho was getting defensive, and Hongjoong didn't like it. There were more important questions.

“I needed to borrow your charger and the drawer was open.” Hongjoong said dismissively. “Who keeps the key?”

Jongho’s expression twitched just slightly.

“Obviously someone holds it and this is a spare. Who’s your master?”

Jongho finally broke eye contact with the key. He dipped his head, turning away slightly. He was either embarrassed or ashamed. Hongjoong thought either was fitting.

“Does it matter?” Jongho asked, rubbing his face.

Hongjoong scoffed.

“You want it to be you, is that it?” Jongho said, tone harder.

“Why would it be anyone else?” Hongjoong retorted.

Jongho blushed. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking down. Hongjoong didn't know why Jongho had gotten angry, or why it went away as soon as it came. He was hiding something, surely.

“Why aren't you telling me?”

“That's the only key. It's mine, okay? I do it. I do it to myself.”

Hongjoong paused. After his surprise dissipated, satisfaction pooled in his stomach. Pleasure slithered down to his groin. “You want it that badly?” he taunted.

Jongho didn't say anything.

“Why didn't you ask somebody to keep the key, baby? Were you embarrassed?” Hongjoong asked.

Jongho shrugged. “Didn't think anybody would be interested.” He mumbled.

“We're interested in anything with you, sweet boy.” Hongjoong informed him. He was their baby, how could they not indulge him?

Jongho shifted again, quiet. Hongjoong stared at him. He stared at where his bulge would've been. He needed to know more.

“Sit down, baby bear.” Hongjoong said, patting the bed next to him. Now that he knew the truth, he was decidedly less mad, though still a bit annoyed Jongho didn't think of him as an option.

Jongho did what he was told. Hongjoong set his hand on his knee.

“How often do you wear it?” Hongjoong asked.

Jongho hovered his hand over Hongjoong’s, drifting his fingers up and down. They both watched as he spoke. “Sometimes only for a few hours. Sometimes it stays in my drawer for a week. Most times, though, it’s on for a few days.”

“How disciplined of you, baby. That's something to be proud of.” Hongjoong told him.

“My goal is to be able to keep it on for a week. Or longer.” Jongho said, shy.

Despite how endeared he was, Hongjoong was getting hard. He wanted—needed—to see Jongho in the cage, how cute and small he’d be, the yellow plastic bright against his tan skin.

“When did you last cum?” Hongjoong asked.

“Oh, um…” Jongho chuckled awkwardly. He placed his hand firm on Hongjoong’s. “I don't really remember. Maybe a week ago. Maybe more, I don't know.”

Hongjoong’s chest rushed with pleasure. “Do you want to tonight?”

Jongho gave a small nod.

Hongjoong smirked. He still had the key in his other hand, so he set it on the nightstand, out of reach but in sight.

“I can do it—” Jongho started, reaching for it.

“No, baby. I'll say when it comes off. If it comes off.” Hongjoong said, stopping his hand.

They were making eye contact for the first time in a while. Hongjoong liked how shy he was. He liked that Jongho was embarrassed about this. He should be.

“But you said…”

“Be quiet. I know what I said.” Hongjoong told him. Jongho shrank back. Hongjoong stood, saying, “Stay here. Be ready when I get back.”

Jongho looked like he wanted to ask where he was going, but merely nodded. Hongjoong left for his room. He brought back lube and condoms, plus a few toys. He closed Jongho’s room door, and turned around to see Jongho hadn't listened to him.

“You call this ‘ready’?” Hongjoong said. He stepped up to the bed and set his items on the floor to keep them out of the way for now.

Jongho had undressed like Hongjoong insinuated, but kept his underwear on. Hongjoong couldn't imagine why Jongho thought that was a good idea.

“I thought you might want to do it.” Jongho murmured. He was sitting in the middle of his bed, calves and feet tucked underneath him.

Hongjoong smirked. He supposed he couldn't be mad at that. He gestured Jongho to lay back. He knelt between his legs and, without any pause for suspense, pulled his boxers off.

Hongjoong couldn't help but smile at the sight. Jongho’s little cock was so cute, all packaged up, neat and clean. The only thing that would improve the picture would be a bow on top.

Hongjoong cupped him, earning a gasp, though he ignored it. Jongho’s balls were adorable. The cage let Hongjoong see his dick inside, barely straining against the hold. It was less than two inches long. It was cheap, too, which Hongjoong had assumed by the quality of the key. Hongjoong wanted to buy him a better one. 

Hongjoong’s boner was aching. He bent down and licked his balls. Jongho was shaved bare. Jongho gasped, a tiny moan escaping. He ran his fingers through Hongjoong’s hair. Hongjoong waved his hand away. Jongho made a displeased noise, but didn't say anything. Hongjoong wrapped his lips around Jongho’s caged shaft. Jongho whined.

“You’re so cute, baby. You wear this around us, then?” Hongjoong asked.

Jongho hummed yes. Hongjoong didn’t like his quietness, but spared him for the moment.

“It gets you worked up that you’re keeping a secret from us, doesn’t it? It turns you on to deny yourself. You get hard at the thought of not being able to get hard.”

Jongho made another displeased noise, a bit petulant. Hongjoong chuckled. He kissed his thigh, nipping at him, before moving up. Jongho’s eyes tracked his lips, his own eyes wide with eagerness, his own lips wet as he dragged his tongue over them. Hongjoong couldn’t help but laugh when Jongho tried to lean in. He denied him, leaving Jongho to slump back to the bed with a pout.

“Do you?” Hongjoong prompted. “Do you get hard when you wear it?”

Jongho looked away. “I… it—it tries to, yeah.”

Hongjoong grinned. He got off of him to undress, and he saw Jongho’s gaze stick to him, trying to look his fill, but got right back into his lap, sitting on his cock and leaning over him with his hands by his head. Jongho very hesitantly set his hands on Hongjoong’s thighs. Hongjoong tilted his head, a small smile on his lips. Jongho was so cute.

Hongjoong began to grind. Jongho’s hands fluttered around, knowing he wasn’t supposed to touch but not being able to control himself. “Is it trying to get hard now?” Hongjoong asked, low, knowing, teasing.

Jongho nodded.

“Say it.”

“I…” Jongho tried. He was staring at Hongjoong’s lips again. “I’m trying to get hard. I can’t. It won’t let me.”

Hongjoong smirked. “You won’t let yourself.” He corrected. Then, “Let’s see how wet you are.”

Without turning around, Hongjoong reached back to his dick. He fingered the hole where the slit was, grinning in satisfaction when he felt wetness. He’d tasted some precum earlier, but Jongho was now steadily leaking. He spread around the sticky fluid, making sure to touch him between the bars of the cage. Jongho was looking through Hongjoong’s body, where his hand would be, brow furrowed and lips parted.

Hongjoong grabbed Jongho’s face. Jongho’s eyes snapped to him. Hongjoong opened his jaw, removing his hand from his cock to slide two slick fingers into his mouth. Jongho moaned, almost in a concerned way, as Hongjoong dragged his fingers across his tongue, pushing deep. Hongjoong smirked.

“You’re so wet, baby. Isn’t that sad?” Hongjoong taunted.

Jongho hesitantly wrapped his lips around Hongjoong’s fingers. Hongjoong bit his lip. He tried not to show how much that affected him. Now he was thinking about Jongho sucking him off.

Jongho slowly pulled Hongjoong’s hand away. “Kiss me, please.” He whispered.

Hongjoong almost laughed. “Maybe after you blow me.” He said, then rolled to the side to lay on his back.

Jongho immediately knelt between his legs and eagerly took his hard cock in his mouth. Hongjoong let out a breathy moan. He made fists in Jongho’s hair, but consciously didn’t grip too hard; he only wanted to hurt Jongho emotionally, not physically. It was difficult to redirect his energy. He ended up repeatedly running his fingers through Jongho’s hair, rougher than he meant to be at times. Jongho was good at this.

“Shit, baby,” Hongjoong sighed. “Trying so hard for me, hm? Are you trying to be good for me?”

Jongho looked up at him, eyelashes dark. He knew what he looked like. Hongjoong almost scoffed at the blatancy.

“You want me to praise you?”

Jongho looked away.

Hongjoong smirked. He stayed quiet. He never forced anything, not compliments, not insults, not moans. He wasn't sure how other people felt, but in his opinion, when he tried too hard to give praise or degradation, it was obvious. He wanted to do what Jongho liked, of course, but, honestly, he was selfish in his dom headspace. But that's what people liked about it, wasn't it?

Jongho became even more enthusiastic, no doubt needing reassurance. Hongjoong bit his lip, groaning. He tried not to buck into his mouth; he knew Jongho was fragile. It was hard, though, when Jongho was so close to being able to deepthroat him, and he just wanted to help him with the last inch.

After more than a few moments of Jongho trying to take him all the way, he pulled off of him with a gasp, thick strings of spit connecting his lips to Hongjoong’s tip.

“Fuck,” Hongjoong breathed. He looked Jongho over, his slick lips, his arched back, his ass in the air, and it came naturally to say, “You look so fucking good like this.”

Jongho grinned, hiding his face in Hongjoong’s thigh. Hongjoong tugged on his hair to sit him up. He kissed him hard. Jongho moaned into it, cupping Hongjoong’s face. Hongjoong took his hands and pinned them to the bed on either side of him, leaning on them. Jongho whined. They were both sitting on their calves, and Jongho almost lost his balance more than once with how forceful Hongjoong’s kisses were.

“Thank you.” Jongho whispered.

“How cute.” Hongjoong murmured. He moved to Jongho’s neck, letting go of his hands to hold his head in place. He licked and sucked and bit.

“Ah—mmh—Hongjoong, Joong—please,” Jongho stumbled out.

“Please what?” Hongjoong said, taking barely a second to pull away from him to speak.

“Please, I need it. It hurts, baby, please—I need it, I need it, please—”

“Don't call me that.” Hongjoong said, calm, ignoring his begging.

Jongho whimpered. “Yes, sir.”

Hongjoong grinned. He sat back and surveyed his work. Jongho would hate him tomorrow, but he didn't care. Jongho’s soft, tan skin was just screaming to be marked, especially his pretty little moles.

Hongjoong looked down and cupped his cock and balls. He was dripping precum, the whole cage sticky. “This is what hurts?”

Jongho nodded, eyes pleading.

“Just be patient, baby bear.” Hongjoong told him. “Hands and knees.”

Jongho leaned in to kiss him, and Hongjoong allowed it, but kept it short. Jongho did what he was told. Hongjoong transferred what he got from his room from the floor to the bed. He lubed his fingers, then paused. He kissed Jongho’s hole because it was pretty enough that he deserved it. Jongho gasped, then groaned when Hongjoong entered a finger.

“You said the last time you came was a week ago?” Hongjoong asked.

“Mmh-hmm,” Jongho whined.

“What'd you do? Jerk off? Fuck yourself? Get fucked?”

“Just… just myself. I have, mmh, toys. Uh—dildos.” Jongho answered, words halting for moans.

“Yeah? How big?”

Jongho mewled as Hongjoong entered a second finger. “I think… eight? Eight inches. Maybe.”

Hongjoong flushed. “Really? I wasn't expecting that from you, little bear. Do you want to use that one tonight, then? Mine isn't as big.”

Jongho went quiet. He took a moment to understand. Then, “You're not going to…”

“No. Not tonight. Maybe not ever, who knows. So, do you want yours or mine?” Hongjoong said. He liked the foreplay aspects of sex a lot more than the actual act. Historically, he was versatile, but did either position rarely.

Jongho took another moment to answer. Hongjoong knew he was disappointed, but didn't really care.

“Mine, sir.”

Hongjoong smirked. “Of course, I should've guessed. Where is it?”

Jongho told him it was in the bottom drawer of his nightstand. Hongjoong got it, then went back to prepping him. He went up to three fingers. He planned on using four, if Jongho was about to take eight inches. He looked at the dildo, its length and girth, and his vibrator, the soft black silicone, and smirked. This was a night Jongho would remember. This would have him crawling back.

And Hongjoong did use four fingers, making Jongho a pliant, leaky, whiny mess. By the end of it, Hongjoong thought he, himself, was about to cum untouched. Hongjoong flipped him to his back. His gaze started at Jongho’s desperate, pouty face, then went down to his cock, the cage shiny with precum. Hongjoong opened and rolled a condom onto the toy, pouring on an obscene amount of lube. Jongho opened his legs. Hongjoong smirked at his shamelessness.

Jongho bit his lip as Hongjoong pressed in the toy. He gasped when he got past the cockhead, and Hongjoong paused. He leaned down to mouth at the pathetic dick in front of him as he let Jongho adjust.

“Oh, God, please—please take it off,” Jongho moaned.

“Maybe later.” Hongjoong said casually. He eased the toy in by centimeters.

Jongho groaned, defeated. Hongjoong had a plan, which meant he was going to get what he wanted. When the dildo was halfway inside, he started thrusting it. Jongho whined. Hongjoong loved the way his fists clenched the sheets. He watched the toy sink in and out of Jongho’s tight hole, and he pressed a bit further each time, filling him up until all eight inches were inside him, the balls of the dick against Jongho’s taint. Jongho groaned, deep and loud.

“When's the last time you used this one, bear?” Hongjoong asked.

“I—I don't—oh, God—don’t remember.” Jongho moaned.

Hongjoong took Jongho’s cock and balls in his hand, palming and massaging him. His balls were so full, it was cute. Hongjoong didn't know if Jongho could get off untouched, and he figured he'd had enough by now, so got his vibrator. It was a prostate massager, long handle with a slightly tilted bulb shape at the end. It was very popular with his bottoms. But fucking Jongho with it wasn't his plan. He pressed it to the shaft of Jongho’s cage, turning it on to the lowest setting.

Jongho jerked. He craned his neck to look down, his eyes having been closed and having not seen Hongjoong get the toy. He threw his head back to the bed, groaning.

“Please, Hongjoong—please, sir. I can't. Please. Fuck.”

Hongjoong chuckled and turned the vibrations higher. While he, in fact, didn't know if Jongho could cum like this, it hasn't been long enough to properly test the question. He’d give it five minutes. Then, if Jongho hadn't cum by then, he'd take the cage off.

Jongho didn't need five minutes. He didn't even need the highest vibration setting. He came, the moan fighting its way out getting caught in his throat, his eyes rolling back, his legs shaking, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the sheets. Hongjoong smiled as he watched him. He only stopped fucking and removed the vibrator when Jongho heaved in a gasp and began to whimper.

Jongho mewled when Hongjoong slowly pulled out the dildo. Hongjoong stared at Jongho’s messy, caged cock, needing the image to be memorized. Jongho took deep breaths. He relaxed, unclenching his fists and setting his legs down. Hongjoong set the toys on the towel he’d brought. He leaned over Jongho to tug on his hair, saying, “Up.”

Jongho looked half-asleep, but did what he was told. Hongjoong straddled him, kneeling, and guided Jongho to his dick. He was achingly hard. Jongho took a moment to regain himself, then started to blow him with passion.

Hongjoong gasped, in love with the feeling after having to wait for so long. Jongho was fast. Hongjoong, honestly, didn't like even the idea of face fucking. He thought someone should be eager enough to blow him that they were fucking themselves on him. He was never rough with his subs; pushing and pulling their head onto his cock wasn't satisfying. It was much more gratifying to break them down from the inside.

Which Jongho was a shining example of. He was moaning, forgetting himself and groping Hongjoong’s body, drooling and panting. He wasn't like this at the start of the night.

“Fuck, baby,” Hongjoong sighed. Jongho didn't react, too engrossed in his job.

Hongjoong came quickly. He gripped Jongho’s hair with both hands because that's all he could do. He almost collapsed after, needing to lean his hands on Jongho’s shoulders. Jongho swallowed his load. Hongjoong urged him to lay back, and he straddled him again, sitting on his thighs. They were both breathing heavily.

After some silence, Jongho said, “Please take it off.”

“I'm not the one that put it on. You're your own master, little bear.” Hongjoong told him with a chuckle. “Or, do you want me to be your master?”

Jongho bit his lip, looking away. He nodded.

“Say it.”

Jongho blushed. But he did what he was told. “Be my master, please.”

Hongjoong smiled. It was nice to hear. It was nice to feel—to feel wanted and like he had a purpose. To be chosen.

Hongjoong bent down to kiss him. Jongho was fervent with it. Without breaking away, Hongjoong reached to the nightstand to get the key. He let them kiss for a little longer, then sat back up, leaving Jongho to whine. Jongho perked up when Hongjoong went to unlock him.

Hongjoong had never worn a cock cage, so he had no idea what it felt like, neither having it on or taking it off. He separated the pieces carefully, pulling the cage off his length and the loop of plastic from his balls. Jongho groaned loudly. He got hard, fully hard, almost immediately. It made Hongjoong hard. Jongho was moaning and whining, and it almost seemed like he was in pain. Maybe he was. Maybe all the blood rushing to his cock, still turned on and wanting to be filled, was like the blood rushing back to your foot after it fell asleep. Hongjoong didn't think he'd ever find out for himself. It didn't look entirely pleasant, but maybe Jongho liked this part of it, too.

“Do you want to cum again?” Hongjoong asked, eyeing his boner.

“Do you want me to?” Jongho whispered, nearly out of breath.

“Do you want to?” Hongjoong asked, voice firmer. “I need to know what you like, baby.”

“I… well, there's—there’s a lot…”

“Okay. Then we can talk about that later, yeah? I just need to know right now if you want to cum again or not.” Hongjoong said.

He liked the control and degradation aspects of chastity cages a lot more than the actual chastity. He supposed Jongho was the opposite, since he was desperate enough to do it to himself. Because it wasn't his favorite, Hongjoong was planning on internalizing what Jongho wanted and doing what he needed to do. Tonight, though, he’d done his job. They completed the kink. Before they spoke about likes and limits and whatever else, they had this time to just be with each other.

Jongho nodded softly.

Hongjoong smiled, endeared. He didn't see Jongho as an object to be degraded anymore; he saw Jongho, his friend, his lover, dazed and needy, messy hair and eager eyes. He saw someone that needed to be appreciated.

“I'll do whatever you want me to, sweet boy. It sounds like you haven't played in a long time.” Hongjoong said, leaning down to kiss him gently. “Use this as a reset before you get locked back up.”

Jongho nodded, letting out a small sound. He cupped Hongjoong’s face and kissed him deeply. Hongjoong trailed his kisses down Jongho’s body to swallow up his cock. Jongho yelped, no doubt sensitive. Hongjoong wondered the last time anybody had touched him like this. Jongho breathed a curse and grabbed both of Hongjoong’s hands, gripping tightly.

Hongjoong ended up making him cum three more times that night.

Chapter 21: Woojjong

Notes:

2.7k
FtM Jongho, sub bottom Jongho, dom top Wooyoung, lingerie, panty stuffing, anal, 69, raw sex

No mentions of dysphoria
Jongho is on T and has had top surgery
His body is described as: cock, cockhead, pussy, cunt, dick

“What are you wearing?”

Jongho flinched, not ready for Wooyoung’s head right next to him. He was in the middle row of the van and Wooyoung was in the seat behind him. “Um… clothes?” he replied.

“No. You know what I'm talking about.” Wooyoung said. He sounded almost mad. When Jongho didn't say anything, he lowered his voice to continue with, “What's under them.”

Jongho turned around, confused. He then wished he hadn’t because he hated Wooyoung’s smirk as realization settled on his face.

Before getting in the van, Jongho had taken off his sweatshirt, and, evidently, his shirt had ridden up as he did. Wooyoung must've been behind him. Jongho didn't usually wear panties, and even less frequently had them exposed above his pants. Jongho turned to the front. Two other members were with them, and he hoped they weren't paying attention.

“What is it? Thong? G-string?” Wooyoung questioned. “Whatever it was, it was lace, and you know how I feel about lace, baby.”

Jongho blushed. He was well aware.

“Were you gonna tell me?”

“I wasn't planning on it.” Jongho mumbled.

Wooyoung reached to pet Jongho’s cheek, backs of his fingers light on him. “You're lucky I saw. What would’ve happened if I learned tomorrow, baby? Or, worse, even later than that?”

Jongho waved his hand away. He could touch him when they were alone.

Wooyoung took his chin and gave him a tiny shake as a warning. “Do I need to say anything else?”

Jongho shook his head. He understood that he'd meet Wooyoung in his room as soon as they got home. Wooyoung pet him again, then sat back in his seat. Jongho let out a breath.

What he didn't know was if he was going to get punished or not. He wasn't hiding anything from Wooyoung on purpose. Sometimes he wore panties because he was horny at the time he was getting dressed, sometimes they were the only thing he could find. Today was the first reason, but with how busy they were, he soon fell out of the mood. He forgot he was wearing them until now.

The rest of the ride was silent. Jongho spent it wondering what they were going to do. He couldn't imagine Wooyoung was that angry with him, but he was unpredictable sometimes.

So, once Jongho was in Wooyoung’s room, he waited on the bed and monitored Wooyoung. He didn't seem upset. His voice was neutral as he told Jongho to take his shirt off. Jongho did what he was told and tossed it to the floor. Wooyoung was walking around, apparently looking for something. Finally, Jongho felt Wooyoung’s weight on the bed.

Wooyoung knelt behind Jongho, hands on his shoulders and knees caging him in. “You never answered me. What are you wearing?” he asked.

Goosebumps rose on Jongho’s skin where Wooyoung’s lips brushed him. Wooyoung kissed his shoulder softly.

“A thong.” Jongho answered. The whole thing was lace, which he knew would get to Wooyoung. Thongs weren't Jongho’s favorite style, but they served their purpose of turning both him and other people on.

Wooyoung hummed. He snaked his hands around Jongho's front to cup his chest. Jongho worked out, so his pecs were full and squishy and even if Jongho couldn't feel his nipples because of his surgery, he still enjoyed being fondled.

Wooyoung pulled the sides of Jongho’s panties further up his hips. The fabric moved against Jongho's hard cock, making him purse his lips to stay quiet. Wooyoung squeezed his waist, licking his neck, kissing the shell of his ear. Jongho’s breath caught when Wooyoung nipped at him. 

“Pants off.”

Jongho hesitantly stood, worried Wooyoung didn't want him to leave even if he needed to. Along with being unpredictable, Wooyoung often contradicted himself. Thankfully, Jongho was allowed to follow directions, then he sat back down. Wooyoung pressed even closer. Jongho could feel his bulge on the small of his back. Wooyoung tilted Jongho’s head with a hand in his hair to get to his neck, his other hand snaking in between his legs. He sucked and rubbed him.

Jongho moaned quietly. He set his hand on Wooyoung’s, ever so slightly pressing him closer. He didn't like how slow they were going, but Wooyoung was in charge, so he wasn't going to comment. 

“Already hard for me.” Wooyoung murmured. Jongho pressed his thighs together, biting his lip as Wooyoung rubbed him. He then opened up before he had to be told to. He felt Wooyoung smile.

Wooyoung scooted away. He guided Jongho to lay back on him, head in his lap. Wooyoung urged Jongho to bend his knees and bring his legs to his chest. Jongho did. He let his legs spread wide because that was the most comfortable even if it was more exposing. Wooyoung ran his hands up and down Jongho’s thighs. One stayed to grope him while the other went back to his pussy, fingers immediately finding his cock. Jongho mewled.

“Be a little louder, baby.” Wooyoung told him.

Jongho was louder when Wooyoung rubbed circles on his cockhead. Wooyoung then spread Jongho open with two fingers, his other fingers pressing on his hole, the panties barring him from getting inside. Or, at least, too deep inside. He pushed as far as he could.

“I imagine I could fit all this in you. You're barely wearing anything.” Wooyoung said.

Jongho’s legs almost closed, embarrassed, but he made himself stay open. He didn't know what Wooyoung wanted at this point; he couldn't tell if he was still mad or not. Jongho would just have to wait, it seemed. Wooyoung didn't like being questioned.

Wooyoung tugged the panties out of the way to slip a finger into his hole. Jongho moaned, jerking in surprise. Wooyoung brought his wetness up to his cock to lube his strokes. Jongho groaned and shifted underneath him. Wooyoung could always find his cockhead, and it was both a blessing and curse. Jongho was especially sensitive there, but he was glad Wooyoung knew where it was at all.

Wooyoung entered two fingers and rhythmically pressed up onto his g-spot. Jongho moaned openly, his eyes fluttering shut. Wooyoung stroked his dick with two fingers of his other hand. Jongho whined. He didn't take for granted how well Wooyoung knew him.

“So hard and so wet. I haven't done much, you know.” Wooyoung said. “But you've always been easy to please.”

“Actually, I take that back.” Wooyoung continued. “In bed, you are. You're difficult outside of bed.”

“And you aren't?” Jongho said before he could think.

Silently, Wooyoung took his hands away. Jongho worried he was in trouble. Wooyoung lightly slapped Jongho’s pussy a few times, just taps, really, but it caught Jongho by surprise. He flinched and gasped. The sound of his wetness against Wooyoung’s hand was so lewd.

“That's your second strike, sweet boy.”

Jongho didn't want to know what would happen at three strikes. Wooyoung wasn't cruel, but he was creative. Wooyoung gave him a slightly harder slap before moving away. He sat up against the headboard and Jongho knelt between his legs. He knew what was happening, so they didn't need to talk as Wooyoung pushed his clothes down and Jongho swallowed his dick.

Wooyoung was stopping there, apparently, and Jongho could tolerate his pants being on, but he needed his shirt off. He pushed his hands up under the fabric to feel his stomach and chest. Jongho had to go all the way to his shoulders for Wooyoung to get the idea. Once his shirt was off, Jongho kissed around his waist and stomach. It made him happy to hear Wooyoung’s little gasps. He even earned a moan when he sucked his nipple.

When Jongho went back to his cock, Wooyoung tangled his fingers in his hair. “Take it deep, I know you can.” He said.

Jongho blushed. He did what he was told because Wooyoung was right. He pressed his nose to Wooyoung’s groin, closing his eyes. He liked deepthroating. It felt good to be full.

Jongho eventually sat up to breathe, and he spat the drool that had gathered in his mouth onto Wooyoung’s tip to stroke in. Wooyoung groaned and tightened his grip on his hair. Jongho wasn't pulled, but he leaned into the action, moving to his thigh to kiss. He sucked and nibbled, indulging himself. Wooyoung’s pants had ended up at his ankles as he widened his legs to give Jongho room, but Jongho wanted more, so he pulled his pants and underwear past his feet. Jongho then shoved his hands under Wooyoung’s legs to hold his thighs. He pulled Wooyoung close and took down his cock.

“Shit, baby,” Wooyoung chuckled. “Excited?”

Jongho didn't reply other than with a small moan. He loved oral, both giving and receiving. Wooyoung knew that, so he hoped he'd be eaten out soon, and he probably would unless Wooyoung was feeling mean.

“Faster.” Wooyoung breathed.

Jongho listened, sucking on his head as he pumped him fast. He arched his back and swayed his ass side to side.

“And impatient, huh?”

Jongho was about to retort back that he was impatient too, considering he just told him to go faster, but held back. Instead, he kissed up Wooyoung’s front all the way to his lips. He realized they haven't done that yet. Jongho straddled his hips, moaning as he got Wooyoung’s cock under his pussy. He grinded on him.

“Fuck,” Wooyoung sighed. He held Jongho’s waist tightly.

Jongho needed it. He could picture this not going well for him, but he didn't really care. Jongho took Wooyoung’s dick in his hand and hovered over him, guiding him to his hole.

“No.” Wooyoung stated, grabbing Jongho’s wrist.

Jongho froze, eyes wide. Maybe this would be his third strike.

“Not yet. Not like that.” Wooyoung said. He guided Jongho away and then laid flat before bringing Jongho back to him, over his head, facing his feet.

Jongho’s skin was hot. He moaned loudly when Wooyoung licked across his pussy. One of Wooyoung’s hands was keeping Jongho’s panties out of the way. Jongho set his hands on Wooyoung’s thighs to lean on, then, soon enough, had to lower to his elbows. Wooyoung was good at this—another blessing and a curse. He could make him cum, but sometimes he made him cum too quick. That wasn’t something to complain about, though.

Two fingers spread lube on Jongho’s asshole. He flinched at the temperature, but didn't comment even if he wasn't expecting this. Wooyoung never did anything he didn't like, and he'd stop if told to. While Jongho didn't not like anal, it wasn't his favorite. The lack of physical pleasure was made up by mental pleasure. Jongho liked the degradation aspect of it, though he didn't think that's why Wooyoung did it. He just liked it tight.

Jongho groaned when Wooyoung entered a finger. He kept licking and sucking, and the dual sensations were making his thoughts fuzzy. He hasn't had anything in his ass in a while, and he realized he missed it. Leave it to Wooyoung to know Jongho better than he knew himself.

“Oh, God, oh—fuck…” Jongho ran out of breath before he could finish the last word. Wooyoung’s warm, soft tongue and lips on his hole and dick were hypnotizing.

He was shaking by the time Wooyoung had two fingers in. Thankfully, Wooyoung knew his skills and gave him breaks, sometimes moving on to kiss his thighs or just lick him slower. His fingers weren't doing much other than stretching Jongho. He didn't mind.

Jongho, somehow, had forgotten Wooyoung’s dick was right in front of him. He blamed it on his eyes being screwed shut in pleasure most of the time. He wrapped his hand around him and brought his tip to his lips. Then Wooyoung sucked hard on his cock and Jongho had to drop his head to his thigh. He bit at his plush skin, but it didn't do anything to hide his moan. He pumped him, rhythm irregular, distracted.

Wooyoung ended up using four fingers on him. By that time, Jongho was having trouble keeping his hips up and almost fully sat on Wooyoung’s face more than once. Wooyoung didn't complain.

Jongho was pushed to the side for him to lay on his back. Wooyoung pulled his panties off, then used them to rub up and down Jongho’s pussy. Jongho yelped quietly, the fabric rough on his oversensitive cock. Wooyoung began to push the panties inside him. 

“What…” Jongho started. They've never done this before. 

“What? You thought I was just daydreaming earlier?” Wooyoung chuckled.

Jongho bit his lip. A few inches of the fabric were inside him by now. “You're not gonna…”

“Fuck your pussy?” Wooyoung finished. Jongho blushed and nodded. “No, baby. Have you been paying attention at all?”

Jongho whined petulantly. He was wet enough that the fabric slipped into him easily. It was all inside soon. It felt weird, honestly, but he liked it. He liked that Wooyoung was doing this and that Wooyoung liked this.

“There.” Wooyoung said, patting his pussy. “Did you really think I was going to fuck your cunt after you kept a secret from me?”

Jongho didn't answer, skin still hot with embarrassment. He mewled when Wooyoung rubbed his dick.

“Hands and knees.”

Jongho turned over. Wooyoung added more lube before rubbing his tip over Jongho’s hole. Even with the prep, it was a stretch for Wooyoung to push in, but Jongho didn't stop him. Wooyoung bottomed out slowly, then paused. He waited for Jongho to signal he could move.

Jongho mewled when Wooyoung started thrusting. His pussy felt fuller with something in his ass. He reached down, and he couldn't even feel the fabric, every inch being all the way inside him. Jongho moaned and rubbed his dick.

“If I knew you were such a pervert and would like this so much I wouldn't have done it.” Wooyoung grumbled.

Jongho still disagreed with the fact that he needed to be punished, but, like Wooyoung said, he liked tonight's “punishment”. Jongho didn’t love degradation, but he liked it, and he thought whatever they were doing was the perfect amount.

“I guess your tight ass makes up for it,” Wooyoung said, “and your little noises,” he added, “and seeing your face as you touch yourself helps, too, I guess.”

Jongho whined. He rubbed himself fast, desperate to cum. He felt so full and hot and ruined. He needed Wooyoung to mark him as his own.

“So noisy,” Wooyoung commented. He thrusted harder. “Are you fantasizing by yourself? You do that a lot.” He said, slightly out of breath.

“Cum in me.” Jongho asked.

“I was planning on it, baby.” Wooyoung chuckled.

Jongho moaned. He trembled as he came, clenching on the panties and on Wooyoung’s cock, his eyes rolling back in his head. It lasted a while as Wooyoung kept going, but, thankfully, he wasn't overstimulated. Jongho breathed heavily once the high dropped off, and his posture started slipping.

Wooyoung tightened his grip on Jongho’s hips. Soon enough, though, Jongho slid to lay flat, and Wooyoung came inside him that way, pinning him to the bed. Wooyoung sank his teeth into Jongho’s shoulder until his climax finished.

Wooyoung pulled out and turned Jongho to his back. Jongho’s eyes were closed until he felt Wooyoung’s fingers on his hole. Wooyoung pulled the panties out of Jongho’s pussy, and it felt weird, but it still made Jongho moan. Then, Wooyoung cleaned off his cock with them. Jongho whined when he tossed them onto his tummy.

“I could never stay mad at you, baby boy.” Wooyoung said, dipping down to kiss him.

Jongho kissed back eagerly. He followed Wooyoung as he sat up, greedy. Wooyoung smiled but indulged him.

“Still so needy.” Wooyoung murmured.

Jongho cupped his head to make sure he didn't leave again.

Able to get millimeters away, Wooyoung asked, “Do you need more, sweetheart?”

Jongho was embarrassed to admit it, but he nodded. He didn't know if he'd be able to get enough.

“What happens if I don't give it to you?”

Jongho pouted. Why wouldn't he? Did he do something wrong?

“Okay, so it's either you cum again or you drop. Easy choice.” Wooyoung stated, pushing back into him.

Jongho groaned. “Thank you.” He whispered.

“You're so fucking cute.” Wooyoung breathed. He shoved Jongho to lay down and pounced on him.