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"That must be them," San says softly to Wooyoung, who is currently sitting in his lap and laying his head on San's shoulder, when he hears a knock on their front door. "Go sit,” he gently guides him up, nudging Wooyoung to stand and relocate to their bed.
San leaves a kiss on his forehead and goes to open the front door. He’s met with the sight of Seonghwa and a slightly hidden Hongjoong, with part of his face visible from behind Seonghwa’s shoulder. San smiles in amusement at Hongjoong's shyness despite having done this many times. "Hi, hyungs, come in. Young-ah is in the bedroom."
Seonghwa greets him and steps in, gently pulling Hongjoong along. San closes the door and trails behind them.
Sitting near the headboard is Wooyoung, naked and kneeling. Sat atop his hair is clip-on red fox ears matching his freshly redyed hair and a corresponding red fox tail butt plug nestled inside of him. He has the end of the tail draped across his thigh and absentmindedly pets it, staring at the duvet lost in thought. He breaks out of his stupor when he hears Seonghwa knock on the bedroom door and call out to him, "Hi, baby."
Wooyoung smiles at Seonghwa but before he can reply, Hongjoong runs over to him and tackles him in a hug making him laugh. San comes to rest his chin on Seonghwa's shoulder, watching them fondly. "How have you been?" he speaks quietly to the elder in order to not interrupt the two.
"I'm good, just busy. I think Joongie really missed Young-ah,” he responds with a chuckle.
"You think?" San retorts, observing the pair. Hongjoong has unwrapped his arms from around Wooyoung's neck and is now mirroring his kneeling position while holding one of his hands.
Seonghwa walks over to them and sets down the designated bag he keeps items for play dates like this in and touches Hongjoong's nape to get his attention, "Are you ready to get changed?" Hongjoong cranes his neck to look at him and nods, then stands and lets Seonghwa help undress him while San settles in his gaming chair off to the side of the bed to watch them.
Seonghwa finishes stripping Hongjoong and folds his clothes, placing them on top of San's dresser. He reaches into their bag and retrieves out what they need: white clip-on cat ears, a white cat tail butt plug, fuzzy fingerless gloves, a collar, and a bottle of lube. Seonghwa sits him on the edge of the bed and grabs the cat ears, clipping them into his jet black hair and ruffling his hair softly, causing the bells on the end to jingle. At the same time, Hongjoong slips the gloves on, flexing his fingers a couple times to get them to settle into place.
Next, Seonghwa grabs the thinner leather collar with an O ring at the front, compared to Wooyoung's thicker leather collar already secured around his neck, and clasps it in the back, checking to make sure it's not too tight. Seonghwa tilts Hongjoong's head to look at him. "Everything feel okay?"
"Yes, mommy,” Hongjoong replies.
Seonghwa can’t help but smile at him in satisfaction, seeing the younger’s shining wide eyes gaze into his, full of trust and obedience. "Alright, get on your hands and knees."
Hongjoong repositions himself so he's on all fours facing Wooyoung. Wooyoung feels his cock twitch at the sight. He brings both of his hands to Hongjoong's face and caresses his cheekbone with his thumb then turns to San and asks, "Kiss kitty?"
San has his chin resting on his palm and nods, giving him permission. "Mhm, you can kiss kitty."
Wooyoung directs his attention back to Hongjoong and leans in, pressing his lips to his sweetly. He pulls off then repeats his actions a couple times, deepening the kiss each time. During all of this, Seonghwa opened the bottle of lube and drizzled some onto his fingers. He rubs his pointer around Hongjoong's rim and pushes it in, making his mouth drop open. Wooyoung uses that to his advantage and licks into his mouth. Hongjoong runs his tongue along the underside of Wooyoung's then sucks on it. Seonghwa enters a second finger after a few thrusts, knowing his kitten can handle it. He slightly spreads his fingers resulting in Hongjoong letting out a high-pitched moan.
All too soon, Seonghwa takes his fingers out causing Hongjoong to whine at the loss. Seonghwa lightly swats him on the ass, "Appreciate what I give you,” he says sternly.
"O-Okay, mommy."
Seonghwa grabs the plug and coats it in lube, easily slipping it into Hongjoong. "Good?" he asks, patting him on the ass again. Hongjoong nods in response. "Okay, get up." Seonghwa softly grabs Hongjoong's shoulder and guides him to sit up, then lie on his back in the middle of the bed. He leans forward and pecks Hongjoong's lips, "Be good for San-ah and Youngie."
San stands up from his chair and comes over to reposition Wooyoung so he's straddling Hongjoong's hips. San settles behind him on Hongjoong's upper thighs and grabs the lube to pour some onto Wooyoung and Hongjoong's small cocks, both around three inches hard. He spreads it around and can't help but coo and tease him, "Oh, baby, your clit is so cute."
Wooyoung whines in embarrassment and tilts his head backwards to rest on San's shoulder. Seonghwa chimes in from where he's sat next to Hongjoong, watching their interaction, "Don't be embarrassed, look how cute Joongie's clit is, too." He runs his still lubed covered fingers across Hongjoong's cock, then trails his hand up to his chest, "And look at his tits." He squeezes the plump flesh of Hongjoong’s chest for emphasis.
San moves his hand off of Wooyoung to instead grasp Hongjoong's dick and pumps his hand. Hongjoong's hips try to jerk upward but he's pinned in place by Wooyoung and San's weight.
After a few teasing strokes, San deems them ready and draws back, climbing off the bed with Seonghwa following him. He plops down in his chair and grabs Seonghwa's waist from behind, pulling him to sit on his lap. Seonghwa angles himself slightly sideways so San can still see them and wraps his right arm around his shoulder to anchor himself. In response, San wraps his left arm around Seonghwa's waist and holds onto the inside of his right thigh to prevent him from sliding off his lap. Wooyoung and Hongjoong peer over to their respective partners, waiting for permission.
"You can start,” San calls out to them after he catches Wooyoung’s eye and smiles reassuringly. Wooyoung looks back to Hongjoong and places his thumb on top of his dick near the base, holding it steady against Hongjoong's. He shifts his hips slowly, their lengths smoothly gliding together. The elder grips the duvet tightly, the barely there stimulation already doing a lot for him. Wooyoung slides their cocks together a few more times before removing his hand and leaning forward to prop his them onto the bed next to Hongjoong's neck.
Wooyoung firmly presses his hips to Hongjoong's, trapping their cocks between their bodies. He increases the speed of his thrusts and his eyes squeeze shut, quiet moans leaving his mouth. Below him, Hongjoong is letting out whimpers each time the wet heads of their cocks rub together. He unscrews his hands from the bed and grabs Wooyoung's sides instead, holding him strong enough to make the skin under his fingers turn white. He wraps an arm around Wooyoung’s waist to pull him closer, making his back arch further and cocks rub together harder.
Both of them are breathing heavily at this point. Wooyoung’s bangs hang over his eyes and the back of Hongjoong’s hair is tangled from where he’s been restless against the pillow. Wooyoung slows his thrusts, wanting to savor this feeling. Hongjoong whines in displeasure. Wooyoung chuckles at his reaction and brushes his thumb over his cheekbone again before dragging it to his bottom lip, pressing into the pump flesh.
Seonghwa bites his lip when San shoves his hand into his pants, his cock already hard since San has been touching him over his clothes while they watched the other two. He grips the back of San’s hair and tugs in retaliation, being rewarded with a low groan escaping his mouth. San recovers but he isn’t unaffected either, his hard-on poking the underside of Seonghwa’s thigh. He jokingly threatens, “I could throw you over my knee and spank you until your ass is bleeding, you know?”
Seonghwa hums, “Yeah, yeah, save that for Wooyoung.”
Wooyoung perks up when he hears his name mentioned. He looks over at them, his face flushed red and his eyes beginning to turn glassy, “Huh?”
San shoots him an innocent smile. “Nothing, baby,” he replies at the same time as Seonghwa says–
“You’re beautiful, baby.”
“Ok, daddy…thank you, mommy,” he mumbles in response, his brain now too mushy to question them. He turns his focus back to Hongjoong and tilts his own hips backwards, this time gathering both of their cocks in his palm, easily being able to hold their small lengths in his fist. Hongjoong squeaks then moans loudly when Wooyoung starts stroking them together. His chest pushes off the bed, drawn tight like a bow, the stimulation so heavenly he can’t keep still. He’s panting, his tongue peaking out of his mouth.
Wooyoung keeps this pace until he feels like he’s going to explode and Hongjoong is borderline crying. “Can I come, Daddy? Let me come, please,” he begs while looking at San, his hand and hips not stopping. “Kitty, pull on my tail, please,” he whines desperately after he receives permission. Hongjoong obliges and lightly yanks on the base, shallowly thrusting it in and out, the plug tugging on Wooyoung's rim. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming.”
Wooyoung propels forward one last time and stills, his cum shooting over Hongjoong's lower stomach as loses strength in his arm and drops down against Hongjoong, panting into his neck. He lets go of his own cock but stays wrapped around the elder’s, frantically jerking him off. Hongjoong sobs, and bucks his hips upwards, the plug deep inside of him stimulating him more. His knees draw inward and press against Wooyoung's back and his feet lift off the bed as his orgasm hits. He lets out a string of high pitched moans as he shakes through it, a few tears escaping the sides of his eyes.
Seonghwa pulls San’s hand out of his pants and gets off his lap then crawls onto the mattress next to the pair. He combs through Wooyoung's hair, gently removing him from Hongjoong's neck. He wipes the tears off Hongjoong's face and presses a kiss to his forehead. "You both did so good for us,” he soothes them. Wooyoung climbs off of Hongjoong's lap and lays next to him, propped up on his elbow. Hongjoong often gets like this so he's okay, but still, he rubs a clean part of his abdomen to comfort him. "Color, kitten?" Seonghwa checks in.
Hongjoong wraps his arms around Seonghwa's neck and plays with the grown out hair at the nape, his eyes half-lidded, "'M green, mommy."
"Baby?" Seonghwa redirects his attention to Wooyoung.
"Green, too, hyung."
San, too, gets up and rounds the far side of the bed Wooyoung is on. He hauls him up and onto his hands and knees as he stands behind him—Wooyoung letting him do whatever he wants to him. Seonghwa does the same to Hongjoong, facing him towards Wooyoung with a couple of inches between their faces. San looks down at Wooyoung's ass and grabs the base of the plug, slowly pulling it out and placing it next to him, Wooyoung lets out a quiet whimper when he does. San then shucks his shirt off and undoes his pants, taking them off, too.
Seonghwa watches him while caressing Hongjoong's waist and thighs, who is currently staring at San's body, almost drooling over him. San catches his eye and smirks at him. Hongjoong snaps out of his trance and closes his mouth, his face hot. Having caught on to what was happening, Wooyoung chuckles at Hongjoong's reaction to his boyfriend. “Hey, eyes on your own man,” he jokes. Hongjoong grumbles and ducks his head in embarrassment of getting caught.
San grabs the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount onto his dick, knowing Wooyoung likes it wet. He throws it over to Seonghwa who catches it with one hand, then holds his dick steady and slaps the head on Wooyoung's slightly agape hole. San pushes in inch-by-inch until he’s fully seated inside of him and groans. “Fuck, Young-ah, your pussy is so wet and tight.” His words make Wooyoung whimper and unintentionally clench around him. San holds his position and waits for Seonghwa to start on Hongjoong.
Seonghwa mirrors San's early actions, removing Hongjoong's plug then his own shirt and pants, and lubes up his cock. Seonghwa props one knee on the bed for leverage and slides into Hongjoong in one shove. Pent up from watching him and Wooyoung, he immediately starts quickly thrusting with San following suit shortly after. Out of sync skin slapping against skin, lewd wet noises, and a symphony of moans ranging in pitch and volume fill the room.
They each do their damage on their partners; Seonghwa going fast and deep, his thighs slapping the back of Hongjoong’s, turning them red, meanwhile San goes slow and shallow to tease Wooyoung even if it means depriving himself and having to use a great deal of restraint to not fuck him like both of them wanted.
Hongjoong’s head bobs from being jostled forward and Wooyoung reaches out to grab a hold of the silver ring of his collar and yanks it forward. Hongjoong’s eyes flutter shut and roll back into his head as his air supply becomes diminished, the leather digging into the sides of his throat. A few seconds later, Wooyoung lets go and captures Hongjoong’s slack-jawed mouth in his, more so panting into each other’s mouths than anything. Their tongues meet and saliva dribbles down on to the comforter below.
San watches them, the sight so arousing to him that he loses focus and rams his hips harder into Wooyoung. He pauses for a second and grinds against him, pressing right on Wooyoung’s prostate. “Daddy, please, just like that,” he pleads mercifully. San decides to indulge him—he has been a good boy today after all. He pushes down on Wooyoung’s upper spine near his tattoo, forcing him to drop to the mattress and his back into a deeper arch. With a harsh grip to the top of his shoulder and his hip, he drags Wooyoung down on to his dick. Wooyoung squirms as much as he can within San’s strong hold and curls his fingers into the duvet, blissed out in pleasure as he moans into the fabric.
Hongjoong’s biceps start to quiver in exhaustion from holding himself up and the pleasure coursing through his body starts to make him feel fuzzy. He moves his arm to rest his forehead onto his forearm and takes hold of his dick, slowly stroking it, the fuzziness of his gloves adding to the sensation. Seonghwa plasters himself to Hongjoong’s back and sneaks his hands to the other’s chest, rolling and pinching his nipples. Hongjoong curls in on himself, trying to dislodge Seonghwa’s relentless fingers. He loudly whines and whimpers from the torture to his nipples and the abuse to his prostate, Seonghwa nailing it each time.
“Ah, ah– close– I’m close–”
“Cum for me, kitten,” Seonghwa says lowly into his ear, his breath sending tingles down Hongjoong’s spine. It pushes him over the edge. His body tenses and trembles, a white light shooting behind his eyes as he spills over his hand. As if a string holding him up has been cut, Hongjoong goes lax and pants, aftershocks of his second orgasm wracking his body.
Not wanting to overstimulate his kitten when it wasn't the agreed upon plan, Seonghwa pulls out and straightens up, quickly jerking himself off, the tightness around him and medley of moans from Hongjoong doing it for him. A groan is drawn out as his eyebrows furrow and reaches his peak, painting Hongjoong's ass and lower back with his cum.
San tugs Wooyoung up and holds him by his biceps. Hongjoong recovers a bit and weakly crawls forward to take Wooyoung into his mouth, easily enveloping all three inches of his cock. Wooyoung nearly shouts, his moan so loud. Seonghwa bends over and holds Hongjoong there by the back of his head. San's thrusting pushes Wooyoung even farther into Hongjoong's mouth, making him breathe harshly through his nose. He looks at Wooyoung and hollows his cheeks, sucking harder.
Wooyoung reaches behind him and grabs a fistful of San's hair in one hand and holds his hip in the other. His thighs shake and his abs clench but before he can warn Hongjoong, his cum is shooting down his throat and his ears are ringing. Hongjoong's throat convulses when he swallows both a gag and Wooyoung's cum then he pulls off and takes a rasping breath in.
San removes his hands from Wooyoung's chest and reaches to hold him by the base of his throat, looping a finger through the ‘O’ on his collar. His hips stutter, his cock twitching as he shoots ropes of cum deep inside of Wooyoung with a grunt.
While they come down, Seonghwa retrieves the wet wipes he brought and cleans off Hongjoong’s back. He pushes himself up with a groan, settling on his haunches and turns to Seonghwa, “Tail?” he asks with a pout on his lips. Seonghwa understands what he means from the one word and grabs his discarded plug, wiping it off before he nudges it into his hole. Hongjoong shivers at the feeling of the cold metal passing over his sensitive rim but sighs one it’s securely inside, the weight of it comforting to him.
San gently lets Wooyoung down after they’ve caught their breath then gently lays him next to Hongjoong who was waiting for him, holding open the fluffy blanket from the foot of the bed that now covered him. Wooyoung whines, becoming cranky as he gets tired, and nuzzles into Hongjoong’s neck like a cat, both uncaring of the mess they were laying in. San watches them with adoration, Seonghwa mirroring his expression with a love-filled gaze.
San reaches over and unclips the cat and fox ears from their hair and the collars from their necks, deciding to keep the gloves on Hongjoong and hands Seonghwa their items, then sets their own aside on top of the nightstand. Hongjoong and Wooyoung both start dozing off as exhaustion sets in. He lightly shakes Wooyoung out of his slumber to get his attention and pulls the blanket away a bit to reveal his backside. He grabs the fox tail plug and holds one of Wooyoung’s asscheeks open to slip it in. A noise of disagreement slips out of Wooyoung’s mouth at first from being moved but hums when he realizes what’s happening.
Once everything has been straightened up, San and Seonghwa join their bundled up boyfriends, having to squeeze together to all fit on the bed. They were both redressed and begin to converse about anything that comes to mind, not feeling tired unlike the other two. “Oh– um, I have to go out of town for work soon,” San starts. “I haven’t told Young-ah yet but would it be cool if he stayed with you and Hongjoong while I’m gone? It’ll only be a few days.” They’ve all spent plenty of nights at each other’s places before but never for that long, hence the hesitation in San’s voice. “He’s just– he’s fine, but I’d rather him be with someone while I’m gone.”
Seonghwa momentarily pouts in concern for the youngest in their group of four but trusts San to tell him if something was seriously wrong. ”Of course. We’ll love having him there.”