Manhandle Us

by graacee, Not_so_normal_stay

Summary:

Sequel of ‘Manhandle Me’.
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“It was a joke!” Jisung cried, sitting upright on Minho’s lap with wide eyes and a note of rising panic in his voice. “You guys weren’t actually supposed to—ugh, why are you all like this?!”

Seungmin, who had been quietly nestled into Changbin’s shoulder, sipping his beer in tiny, savoring mouthfuls, now seemed suspiciously more interested and involved in the conversation. A sly smile tugged at his lips as he spoke up.

“Let’s raise the stakes. First to get hard has to wear a giant banana hat on stage at the next concert. Like, the most ridiculous one Minho-hyung can dig up from wherever he finds all of our shitty birthday presents—no offense, hyung,” he added with a mock apology, the smirk still plastered across his face.

Chapter 1: Why is Everyone Naked?

Notes:

Welcome back dear readers of Manhandle Me (if you are not, we highly recommend reading that before this so you’ll understand better). Team Manhandle Us, reporting in!

Let us officially introduce ourselves. We’re a duo: Not_so_normal_stay, the original author of Manhandle Me, who has now stepped out of the shadows for a very good reason: this sequel needed to be seen by the world and be shared with you all in its full chaotic glory.

And joining the madness is graacee, an amazing writer and an absolutely essential addition to this project. Without her, this fic wouldn’t even exist, let alone be this fun—or filthy ;).
graacee here for this part. Just want to disclose, this is my second piece on Ao3 (my first piece was just a test for the website etc.) and just to put it out there, I will have other works out within the next week. I do not only write explicit content, just a disclaimer. Thanks!
Also Not_so_normal_stay here, I also have my own works up that are nowhere near as explicit as this, so if you’d like, go check out either of our other works for more PG-rated stuff!

Anyway, we apologize for the delay in publication. We didn’t mean to edge you this long… but we can’t lie, watching you squirm was kinda fun ;). Puns aside, sadly, the infamous Ao3 Curse struck again, and our dear graacee was the one who got it bad. But we’ve powered through and we are finally back on track!
Yeah, you’ve probably figured it out by now—this fic is cursed.
One author was hospitalized, the other got cursed by some creep on public transport whispering about goat’s blood, and the site went down the moment we tried to publish (as I, Not_so_normal_stay, was writing this bit, I randomly got a nosebleed).
Just… beware before reading.

So now, with great pride—and maybe a little fear of vanilla sex lovers’ judgment—we present to you… *drumroll*…
Manhandle Us!

A few things to keep in mind. A. The fic will be divided into three chapters… trust us, there’s a lot happening, so it’s for our mental health’s sake. B. It might be slightly less kinky and unhinged than Manhandle Me, but please make sure to still check the tags before diving in. C. New chapters will drop every Monday, so mark your calendars and keep us company!

Disclaimer:
This work is purely fictional and is not intended to imply or impose any real-life sexualities, preferences, or behaviors onto the individuals depicted. We do not know them personally, and this content is created for entertainment purposes only.
Please do not copy, translate, or repost this work without our explicit permission.

With that being said, we’ll let you jump right into Chapter 1. Good luck.

Enjoy the ride and thanks to whoever will stop by and read our work.

— Team Manhandle Us

It was a story for another time?

Well, now it was time.

Jeongin breathed in deeply, his chest rising slow and steady, like he was preparing for something he wasn’t quite sure would end well. His head was tilted down, eyes hidden beneath the fall of his hair, and for a long, drawn-out moment, he didn’t dare to move. There was only the soft pull of breath between his parted lips, and the faint twitch of his fingers, as if he were remembering the feeling of something warm and close.

Then his hips began to move—not sharply, not with any urgency, but with the kind of deliberate ease that draws the eye before the brain even registers what it’s seeing. The motion was smooth, rolling from his lower back down through his pelvis in a single, controlled thrust that ended with the faintest press forward, like the echo of something physical, something intimate. Jeongin’s body continued to undulate in rhythm with nothing but hot air around him, a steady pattern of slow body rolls that seemed to pull him inward, as if he were falling into a sensation only he could feel.

Each roll started deep in his core, his spine moving in perfect sequence, vertebrae articulating like a wave rippling beneath his skin. His hands stayed loose at his sides at first, but soon one drifted upward, sliding across his stomach and flattening against his chest, fingers splaying like they were searching for his own heartbeat.

Jeongin didn’t look up, his chin tucked in as his body kept moving with a sensual rhythm that felt almost private, like it was meant for an audience of just one. The way his hips tilted and rolled, circling with slow precision, gave the impression of someone caught between restraint and instinct, as if each motion was a quiet release of something he had been holding in—desire, maybe, or tension, or simply the pleasure of giving up control over his inhibitions.

If someone had been watching from across the room, they might not have known what they were seeing at first. The focus in his eyes, the heavy rhythm of his breath, the way Jeongin moved with such smooth, controlled intensity—it could easily be mistaken for something far more intimate than a simple rehearsal. The way his torso curved with each sharp note of the song, the way he exhaled through every motion, the sensual, half-lidded expression he wore just to run the chorus… It felt less like choreography and more like something personal. Something meant for himself—or for someone who had once touched him and left the memory behind.

Still, he kept moving. His hips rolled again, slower now, but deeper, until the line between dance and something else entirely began to blur.

But the music ended, and Jeongin’s mind, drained from whatever place it had slipped into, crashed back into his body all at once. He blinked, disoriented, noticing the flush on his cheeks—part exertion, part something raw.

“Amazing! Jeongin-ssi, you were wonderful!”

A small woman clapped her hands excitedly, hurrying toward him under the bright lights of the dance studio.

“And this outfit,” she added, circling him with approval, “it really brings out a new side of you. You’ve grown into such a handsome, sexy man!” She pinched his cheek affectionately, then grimaced at the sweat on his skin, wiping her fingers dramatically on the side of her pants.

“Thanks, Misook-ssi,” Jeongin said with a bow, giggling at her reaction.

It wasn’t unusual for stylists to deal with idols drenched in sweat, especially during concerts, but Misook never missed a chance to act horrified, always muttering about how she had just washed her hands.

Jeongin admired that short, feisty woman deeply. She was close with all of them, but he had a feeling she had a soft spot for him. Not that he would dare to ever say that out loud—especially not around Changbin, who would probably whine into her lap until she told him he was her favorite and patted him on the hair.

“The choreographer loves the look too,” she continued, already adjusting parts of the outfit with practiced precision. “He said the belt skirt really highlights your movements beautifully.”

She moved efficiently around Jeongin’s tall frame, securing loose fabric with straight pins from the cushion strapped to her wrist. Then she gave his back a quick pat and handed him a new top. It was still black and cropped, but this time it was a little shorter.

“Now go try this one on,” she said, already reaching for her next set of tools, ready to retrieve the piece of clothing and sew the pieces together securely so they would hug Jeongin’s body in the right way.

Jeongin bowed again as he murmured a small thank-you, and dashed behind the folding screen to change.

He checked himself in the mirror behind it. The new top crossed over the front of his chest, barely covering anything below his nipples, leaving his abs completely exposed. He turned slowly, eyeing the way the belt skirt hugged his hips, how it curved around the subtle lift of his ass.

“Sexy, huh?” Jeongin mumbled, frowning slightly as his gaze lingered. The skirt moved with him, accentuating things he wasn’t used to paying attention to. He gave himself one last once-over and, strangely, he didn’t look half bad.

Maybe it was the heat of the room, or the fact that he’d just run the choreography three times in different outfits—but his cheeks were burning. 

No, it wasn’t just the heat. 

He remembered the way his own eyes had looked while dancing, his own dazed, burning gaze he caught in the mirror. The intensity. The way he’d moved like he belonged to the music. The forbidden passion written in how his eyes reflected the harsh light of the room.

It was disorienting, watching himself like that. He didn’t usually think of himself as sexy—more like a clumsy kid still figuring out if he was only dreaming of living his idol life. And yet…

“I look hot as hell,” he realized, then immediately groaned and covered his face with his hands, peeking out through his fingers with a mortified grin. “I look almost indecent… but still… I look fucking sensual like this.”

“Jeongin-ssi? Is everything okay in there? Having trouble figuring out how to put on the top?” Misook’s voice called from the other side of the folding screen.

“No! I’m—I’m coming out,” Jeongin blurted out in a panic, voice cracking slightly as he fanned his face, hoping the redness would fade. 

It didn’t.

Misook took one glance at him and sprang into action. Within seconds, he was sitting on the couch, a cold water bottle in hand, with her scolding him gently for pushing himself too hard again.

Jeongin gave in, taking slow sips, wiping the sweat from his temple. As she fluttered around the practice room fixing clothes, he picked up his phone, scrolling through the Stray Kids group chat to see if anything had happened while he’d been rehearsing.

Nothing. No new messages.

‘I wonder what the guys are up to,’ he thought, setting the phone down again before quietly getting up, ready to run Hallucination one more time.

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Meanwhile, in Chan and Jeongin’s dorm, the boys were all sparsely dotted around the living room, chatting and having a good time whilst preparing for the sleepover planned for the night.

Seungmin and Changbin were crashed on the couch, tangled together and sank deep into the cushions from the lack of movement. Seungmin was completely enveloped in the older boy’s iron grip, his ear and cheek squished against Changbin’s bicep. He absentmindedly toyed with Changbin’s hand, gaze unfocused and calm as his breathing fell in sync with the steady puffs of air rustling the hair at his nape.

Chan sat awkwardly perched on the opposite end of the couch, squeezed into the last bit of space left by the sprawled-out couple, his hips shifting uncomfortably as he wriggled in search of a decent position. He sighed in defeat and settled down crookedly, balancing awkwardly on only one butt cheek. After a few moments of cramps and spasms hitting his thighs and glutes from the extremely uncomfortable position, Chan slung a leg up onto the coffee table. He was trying his best to ease some of the ache and give himself a little more room, though it worked to little avail.

Meanwhile, Minho and Jisung had claimed the small armchair by the coffee table. Minho sat with Jisung cradled across his lap, the younger boy nuzzled into the crook of his neck, occasionally pressing soft kisses there—each one a quiet, almost unconscious reminder to himself or Minho that he was, in fact, so, so stupidly in love with his hyung. Jisung’s legs draped over the armrest, heels thudding lightly against the fabric whenever Minho’s fingers brushed across his body in soft, accidental tickles.

Felix and Hyunjin hurried back from the kitchen, the cacophony of glass clinking breaking the quiet air as they handed out bottles of beer to the others. Then they both took a seat, beer in hand, settling comfortably onto the soft, colorful pillow pile they’d built on the floor, landing in each other’s laps. Felix’s back rested comfortably against Hyunjin’s lean chest as he raised his beer in a playful toast.

“Drink up, everybody! It’s not every day we get to drink this much!” Hyunjin exclaimed with a wide, cheeky grin, lifting his bottle too.

In unison, the others raised their bottles, the greenish glass catching the warm light of the living room. They cheered loudly, doing their best to clink them before falling quiet, silenced by the suction of lips meeting cold glass. They all savored the chilled, fizzy bitterness sliding down their throats, Minho even letting out a low moan at the delightfully sharp taste of the amber liquid.

“It’s beautiful, like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,” Minho nearly whispered, practically praising the bottle, a blissful, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

“Don’t make those noises, Min!” Jisung said, wide-eyed, swatting the older’s arm, referring to his earlier moan as he buried himself deeper into Minho’s neck.

The others giggled at their banter, well used to their lovingly bickering dynamic, and quickly caught the faint flush spreading across Jisung’s ears.

Changbin, ever the quickest to tease, grinned from ear to ear and couldn’t help but add a comment.

“Jisung-ah, your ears are turning red. Care to explain?” he said, eyes gleaming mischievously.

Seungmin, however, shut it down with a quick nudge.

“Shut it, hyung,” Jisung grumbled in reply, taking another sip of cold beer and hoping it would wash away the heat rising to his face.

Felix and Hyunjin chuckled from their corner, their thighs tangled together as Hyunjin’s long legs crossed over Felix’s, the heat of their skin seeping through the fabric of their clothes. Jisung gave a quick, pointed glare, trying to look offended and make them take pity on him, yet it only brought him more chuckles.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But you guys wouldn't last two seconds if I put a porn video on,” Jisung said in an embarrassed, yet joking, tone.

He was only joking—just trying to deflect the teasing and win a little dignity back—but he definitely hadn’t expected the reactions he got.

“Bet we could,” Felix piped up from the corner, his voice light but laced with challenge. Hyunjin nodded behind him, already grinning, their eyes locking in mutual mischief as they clapped their palms together in a loud high-five, clearly forming an alliance.

Jisung blinked, caught off guard, but before he could say anything, another voice cut in.

“Yeah, Jisung-ah. Great suggestion,” Chan chimed in, his tone maddeningly confident. “Let’s all prove you wrong,” A smirk curved on his face as he casually launched the TV remote toward Jisung like it was a baton being passed in some ridiculous dare. 

The remote smacked Jisung in the ribs before landing squarely on his stomach with a soft but insulting thud.

“Ow!—What the hell!” he yelped, clutching the remote as he looked around in disbelief.

Everyone else seemed far too entertained. Laughter bubbled around the room as if they had all silently agreed to play along with the sudden absurd idea.

“It was a joke!” Jisung cried, sitting upright on Minho’s lap with wide eyes and a note of rising panic in his voice. “You guys weren’t actually supposed to—Ugh, why are you all like this?!”

Seungmin, who had been quietly nestled into Changbin’s shoulder, sipping his beer in tiny, savoring mouthfuls, now seemed suspiciously more interested and involved in the conversation. A sly smile tugged at his lips as he spoke up.

“Let’s raise the stakes. First to get hard has to wear a giant banana hat on stage at the next concert. Like, the most ridiculous one Minho-hyung can dig up from wherever he finds all of our shitty birthday presents—no offense, hyung,” he added with a mock apology, the smirk still plastered across his face.

“None taken,” Minho replied with a wink, clearly pleased by the idea of sourcing another absurd accessory.

“No way! I’m not actually doing this!” Jisung blurted out, his face now completely flushed as he refused to touch the remote that had rolled onto his lap.

“You’re such a pussy,” Chan groaned, reaching over to grab the remote himself without hesitation, clearly unbothered by the potential risk of brushing against something private. They were all comfortable enough with each other that something so meaningless didn’t raise concern, it wouldn’t shock him since they had definitely seen each other naked plenty of times before. He leaned back with a satisfied huff, sprawling out and flicking the TV on.

“Deal. First to pitch a tent in their trousers with a wet spot faces the punishment,” he said with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, his tone holding a lace of tease at the other boys. 

He began scrolling through the internet browser, landing on a familiar black and orange logo. Chan, being the straightest one there, was clearly not trusted to pick.

“Aww, come on, hyung. You’re gonna pick something gross or lame,” Changbin complained, rolling his eyes.

“Let him pick,” Minho snorted softly, fingers lazily threading through Jisung’s hair. “This should be fun.”

He let out a louder chuckle before adding, “Besides, I’ll definitely win. Women disgust me. I respect them, I adore them on a soul level, and only God knows how much I love my lovely lesbians—but sexually? Ew. No thanks. Stay away from me, you vagina owners,” he said as if he were speaking of the devil himself.

The others cracked up, the room filled with laughter and the sound of beer bottles being chugged again.

Chan put down his beer and shook his head lightly at the bitter taste lingering on his tongue before clicking on the most basic straight porn video to ever exist, titled with the most ridiculous clickbait: “Step-sis gets soaked whilst doing the dishes!!” A wave of mixed reactions rippled through the room—chuckles, scoffs, and groans—as the catchy intro music began to play.

A few minutes in, the boys looked equally disgusted and entertained, but definitely not turned on. The sheer absurdity of the video had them more focused on its ridiculousness than the actual scene.

The woman in the video was objectively beautiful, her appearance carefully crafted to appeal to the male gaze—provocative, in a tight miniskirt with lace thigh-highs clinging to her plush thighs. The camera, conveniently placed on the floor, filmed her from behind as she did the dishes, her round ass practically poking out from under the pink fabric. As scripted as ever, the sponge used on the dishes tumbled to the floor, resulting in the woman bending over to reveal her ass to the camera, which had obvious work done to appear more round and full. Added for extra effect, a pink lace thong disappeared between her crack, which spread slightly as she returned to standing.

The frame abruptly cut to her face, her big, glossy red lips humming absentmindedly as she rinsed the plates under the running water. Then, the faucet burst, spraying water everywhere and soaking her snug white top until it turned nearly transparent, revealing her nipples. She gasped exaggeratedly and rushed into the living room, the camera trailing beside her, zooming in on her overly bouncing breasts as she ran.

The silence was officially broken by Changbin, whose arm was now slinked around Seungmin's waist to hold him close, fingers creating light dents in his skin through his shirt.

“Man, I love women too… but those ridiculously massive fake tits are such a turn-off for me,” he muttered, his tone half-freaked out but loud enough for everyone to hear.

Chan was still trying his hardest to get invested, his eyes buried deeply into the pixelated screen, something that normally would have had him crumbling at the seams, seemed like just any old cheap porn. Yet for some reason... It was doing nothing.

Felix and Hyunjin were in their own little bubble, barely focusing on the video splayed over the screen, almost as if time had stopped in its tracks around them. Felix tipped his head back, mouth close to Hyunjin’s ear as he spoke a few deep words quietly. Whispers between the two were shared at that moment, ones which nobody else could hear. 

“Just—just give it a moment,” Chan grumbled in a frustrated tone as his eyes continued to track the rough movements of the two individuals on screen. He couldn't understand why he didn't feel anything, nevermind the fact that he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

Eventually, Seungmin snatched the remote, grasp firm when he sprung back into position against Changbin, and turned it off with an over exaggerated groan. The poor boy had never seen something so horrific in his life, and his face clearly displayed that with his wide eyes. 

“God, can someone bleach my eyes?” Seungmin complained in a whiny tone, which earned a few chuckles from the other boys. Changbin let out a quiet snicker and covered the younger boy's eyes with his hand, retracting it after a few moments. 

Seungmin threw the remote over to Jisung again with a quick toss, but it was quickly retrieved by an eager hand which belonged to Minho. He clicked onto the multiple different categories and scrolled through with a fast working thumb and the other boys began to bicker between themselves over the final decision.

There were hundreds. 

Straight videos, gay twinks, gay muscular, twink x muscular. Femboys, sweet sex, rough sex, BDSM. Threesomes, cheating kinks, various positions, cage play. The list continued as did the constant bickering of suggestions and quick cut-offs.

“I think twink x muscular,” Seungmin spoke first, eyes suggestive as if he was referring to his current relationship—which he would be lying to say he wasn't. Seungmin’s first suggestion was the cause of the bickering.

“No way!” Chan exclaimed quickly as he was still refusing to even think about watching a gay porn movie, but he was shut down by Hyunjin’s quick, interjecting idea.

“What about the femboy one?” Hyunjin suggested, eyes glued to the multiple options. He took a quick downward glance at Felix, who was basically a femboy with his long hair and soft features, before quickly turning back to the other boys.

“Or sweet sex?” Felix added to Hyunjin’s idea. Felix had never been the type to be into rougher or painful kinks and preferred to take it slowly and sensually. 

The boys were supposed to just be picking a video, but it almost just seemed as if everyone was listing off their preferences whilst having sex. It was pure chaos, but it didn't stop there, in fact it had barely even started.

“No way. Rough sex is way more fun,” Changbin piped up to add to the back and forth between the boys. Seungmin glanced at him with a cheeky grin, knowing their time spent together wasn't the softest, and that was definitely a kink for both of them. Changbin returned the glance with a slight nudge, mischievous yet fond. 

A category from one random video came up, resulting in a few snickers and chuckles. What a strange category, it was a kink, one that none of them knew existed.

“Tickle porn? What the hell is that?” Felix said with an ear to ear grin as a hand came to pinch Hyunjin’s thigh in a ticklish and teasing manner, making the older giggle.

“That actually sounds—” Jisung started with a curious yet interested gaze, however before that idea was voiced, Minho pressed a hand to his mouth firmly, not even wanting to hear the words that might spill from his mouth.

“No way, Hannie,” he interjected with a slight eye roll, though the action was not being malicious in any way. He was gazing down at the younger boy with an almost invisible smirk, in disbelief that he could even find that a turn-on.

Jisung groaned deeply, the sound muffled against Minho's hand before Jisung came to grab his wrist and pry the hand away from his covered mouth. Jisung shot him a quick glare but his eyes held amusement and a slight cheek to his next words. 

“Threesome sounds pretty hot,” Jisung said with a knowing glance at Minho, referring to their past experiences, whilst his hand rested against Minho's chest after pushing the elders arm away from his mouth. He looked down at Minho with a suggestive smirk which only those two would understand. 

“Or the cage play,” Minho added with a grin, knowing that he wouldn’t let Jisung get away with his teasing that easily and shoot a wink up at Jisung. Jisung instantly flushed and smacked his hand against Minho’s chest with a quick head shake. 

“Guys... It can't be that hard to pick—” Chan tried to calm the raging boys, however it worked to no avail when the boys continued to rant and rave about the options.

“How would you know? You picked a step-sis video for crying out loud!! And not even a good one at that, it was some doll looking freak with more plastic in her body than a plastic bottle factory!” Changbin interjected with a worked up tone going on a mini rant about the past video chosen by Chan, he clearly just wanted someone to pick and get it over with.

From then, the chatter only got louder until everyone was shouting over each other, loud debates echoing from the walls. Multiple kinks, positions and categories were being thrown around the air between the mouths of the six boys, however one was focused, searching.

The loud chatters were abruptly shattered as the familiar intro music rang through the speakers before raw sounds of pure pleasure came through.

“Shut up and watch,” Minho said with a piercing tone, eyes already glued on the screen as he watched the video selected by him, whilst he shifted his hips forward to spread his legs a little. Jisung shifted with him and moved closer into his chest, and the swift movement made him involuntarily grind over the older’s lap, while his eyes were captured by the porn. 

The video began to roll, showing about nine boys on the screen, an orgy taking place. A gay one at that.

The video showed a mixture of scenes, too many to focus on at once, but the sounds were definitely heard. A threesome with double penetration took place on a large, super king sized bed, two men with equally as thin yet lengthy cocks were thrusting into a smaller, twink-looking boy beneath them. Next to them, took the place of two other guys, one of which was face-fucking the smaller man, spit flowing from his mouth as their heavy eye contact could be captured even from the distant camera. One of the men was laying next to the threesome, masturbating to the sight as he laid on his side, eyes locked on the three. Another man was in the back, just silently observing a similar scene in front of him, two men were going in missionary in front of the observer whilst telling them to imagine it was them, talking him into the scene almost.

A series of high pitched moans, groans and grunts and the occasional whine filtered through the speakers as the nine men continued in their deep fantasies whilst the camera picked up each and every last delicate, dirty detail. 

The boys were instantly silent, all eyes glued to the screen with shocked, invested and flustered expressions. No one spoke, moved, no breaths were even heard as the gay orgy video had everyone's full, undivided attention. This video easily had a better attention span than the last, having all of the boys lost for words at Minho's choice.

Felix was almost dumbfounded, never having seen anything like it, a wide eyed expression took over his face as his jaw hung slightly loose. Despite his shock and surprise, a slight flush crept upon his neck and onto his nose, which he desperately tried to push back down to hide his emotions and win this bet. Just to be extra sure, he tightly hugged the pink pillow across his lap, attempting to cover any potential erection. 

Sitting just a few inches behind, Hyunjin was seemingly blank faced, despite his inner turmoil. His eyes stayed as fixed on the screen as possible with unwavering sight, and his breath stayed as composed as he forced it to be, yet the slight tremor of his hands gave away his feelings. He clenched and unclenched his fist at his side as he remembered the ongoing bet.

Across the room, Minho was having a hard time, literally... He knew he chose the video, being the one to put such a filthy sight on the screen, but he couldn't lose this bet. Slow deep breaths filtered through his nose and mouth as one hand gripped the arm of the chair, his other hand grasping Jisung’s shin with a firm grip which created light dents in his skin.

Jisung, who had noticed Minho's struggle, knew he couldn't dob his boyfriend in like that and be the cause of him losing the bet, which resulted in his silence. The fact he was laying across his lap possibly didn't help, so he stayed frozen in place. He was technically cheating as Minho was about to lose the bet, feeling the obvious bulge under him, but he didn’t want to deal with the mouth full he would receive from his hyung if he snitched. 

The same struggle occured for the other pair which sat on the sofa with Chan. Changbin’s grip on Seungmin’s waist tightened as he tried to hold his composure by gripping harder, yet he quickly lost it again. He bit his tongue between his back teeth as his eyes felt like they were stuck, super glued to the screen. His lips slowly parted to let out a shaky breath, surprisingly pulling back some of his self-control as he felt himself slip into a calmer mindset.

Seungmin noticed the tight grip on his waist and grinned slightly, clearly having an easier time than all the others. Due to his nature in toys and watching nearly every porn video across the web, he had seen worse and this helped to his advantage. His face remained neutral as he watched the intimate video displayed in front of his eyes, knowing the other boys around him were struggling, which only boosted his ego at his indifference.

Yet, the one who struggled the most was Chan. The seemingly straight one was the closest to breaking, bursting, over a homosexual orgy video shared between the deep connections of nine boys. Chan's hand gripped the couch's edge beneath him like a vice, knuckles washed white, as his breath came in shaky inhales and exhales. The slight bob of his Adam's apple showed his true feelings, but thankfully for him, none of the boys had noticed this. Yet…

No one dared break the silence, everyone's eyes feeling frozen or locked onto the intimate scene. Some handled it better than others, Seungmin mostly, but it was clear from a long shot who really was struggling, really close to losing the bet, or even needing to go take a private break. The boys eventually noticed, and Seungmin, being the observer he was, decided to take advantage of the tense and worked-up atmosphere. 

Seungmin eyed Chan, his sharp gaze scanning the older boy’s panicked figure as he shifted subtly on the cushions, trying to discreetly adjust his sweatpants. Seungmin’s eyes dropped to the leader’s lap, catching how the fabric was already beginning to strain under the growing pressure between his legs. A smirk tugged at his lips as he quickly glanced around the room, assessing the others.

Felix was already flushed all over, pupils blown wide and eyes glossy, locked on the screen like he was chained in place. His fingers clutched the pillowcase with a death grip, knuckles pale with tension. Hyunjin had pulled Felix even closer—if that was still possible—his slender arms now fully wrapped around Felix’s torso, hugging him tightly with a raw, unconscious desire. His cheeks were growing redder by the minute, his chin resting over Felix’s shoulder as he breathed heavily against his neck, sending sharp jolts of electricity down the younger’s spine. Seungmin could practically feel Felix’s overstimulation, caged in like that and gulping down the most intense cocktail of sensations: the heat of physical contact, the dizzying scent of the skin of someone you have a big fat crush on, and the sheer, unbearable horniness. For a moment, Seungmin almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

Then his eyes darted across the room, only to lock with Jisung’s. It seemed like the boy had reached the same conclusion. Judging by the thick silence that had fallen over the room, everyone was fighting hard not to let their boners be seen, nevermind the fact some of them were close to having beads of precum leaking out to stain their pyjama bottoms. And judging by the hardening cock which subtly grinded into Seungmin’s side, sneaking into the nearest room and getting pounded against the wall felt like an emergency.

Seungmin’s eyes darted to Jisung once more, narrowing slightly with amusement. He didn’t need to say anything—just one look at him, and the message was clear. His gaze sparkled with the thrill of mischief, his plan already in motion. Judging by the very obvious bulge forming in Chan’s sweatpants, the poor man was on the verge of losing it completely.

And Seungmin fully intended to push him over the edge.

Jisung caught the look, and his lips curled knowingly. He winked, then shifted easily in Minho’s lap until he was fully straddling him. The movement was fluid and deliberate, as practiced as if it was something he did every day without even thinking. 

Minho blinked up at him, startled. “What the hell are you doing? Trying to make me lose the bet?” he asked, but his hands betrayed him, sliding to Jisung’s hips like they belonged there, muscle memory and affection kicking in instantly.

“Shhh,” Jisung whispered, his voice low and warm as his lips brushed the shell of Minho’s ear. “I’m not gonna let them see you already sported a hard on at minute 2:07.” 

He punctuated the tease with a soft lick to his ear, then dropped a kiss to the crown of his head, fingers threading gently through Minho’s hair. “Relax. I’m just helping Seungmin execute a little plan on our poor kangaroo. Channie-hyung looks this close to exploding, and I say it’s time we finish the job.”

Minho raised an eyebrow and shifted just enough to peer over Jisung’s shoulder.

His eyes landed on Chan’s lap and widened immediately.

“No way,” he whispered. “Wasn’t he supposed to be, like, the straightest guy alive?” He stared for another beat, then laughed under his breath. “Jesus. Seven years in a relationship really does fuck up your gaydar, we should’ve known.”

Jisung grinned and leaned in, brushing their noses together in a soft, fond gesture before sealing the moment with a slow kiss.

Beside Chan, Seungmin climbed into Changbin’s lap without warning, catching him off guard and drawing a sharp gasp from his lips. Seungmin silenced it instantly by crashing their mouths together, muffling the older boy’s surprised moan. Changbin’s hands flew instinctively to Seungmin’s ass, gripping tight as he pulled him closer, forcing their hips to grind.

“Easy, baby,” Seungmin whispered against his lips, his breath hot. “Relax, or you’ll lose. Help me make Chan-hyung lose instead.” 

His voice was low, careful not to reach Chan’s ears, though it was likely pointless. Just a few inches away, Chan was already transfixed, eyes wide as he stared at Minho and Jisung shamelessly making out. His gaze followed the slow, deliberate path of Minho’s hand sliding under Jisung’s sleep shirt, fingers dragging lightly along the skin of his back.

“Huh? Chan-hyung?” Changbin asked, dazed, lips kiss-swollen and parted in a blissed-out smile as Seungmin’s mouth traced from his cheek to his ear.

“Look at his lap,” Seungmin murmured, voice unbearably hot against his skin.

Changbin glanced over and smirked when he saw the obvious bulge tenting Chan’s sweatpants. He gripped Seungmin’s ass a little firmer, fighting the need to shove his hands past the elastic band and feel his bare skin.

“Oh, I see,” he chuckled. “So what do I get if I help you?”

“You don’t get the banana hat,” Seungmin whispered with a mischievous glint, “and more importantly… I’ll finally try that thing you’ve been begging for.”

Changbin’s eyes lit up. “Are you down to try desperation?” he asked, maybe a little too loudly, voice tinged with awe. “Like… not going to the bathroom until your bladder can’t hold it anymore and you can’t do anything other than helplessly wet your clothes? Maybe while you sit prettily over my lap, soaking me too as you cry and beg me to let you clean yourself?” he sounded practically breathless with excitement.

Seungmin chuckled, amused and endeared by how his boyfriend lit up at the mere thought. “Yeah, that,” he said, catching his lips again in a heated kiss, just in time to see Chan’s mouth gaping and his face going crimson at Changbin’s words. 

“Baby, you just made this a hell of a lot harder,” Changbin groaned, but Seungmin quickly cupped his face and guided his lips to the column of his throat, letting him bite and nip at the smooth skin.

“Deal with it,” Seungmin breathed, his head tipping back with a lewd moan before his eyes locked onto Chan—who now looked like he had no idea where to look anymore.

The porn on the screen grew louder, the exaggerated moans echoing through the room. Minho and Jisung’s kisses became messier, more frantic with every passing second. Even Felix and Hyunjin, who at some point decided their friends’ make-out sessions were ten times hotter than the three bulky guys now towering over the twink in the video, had started going at it too. Felix’s neck arched back at an awkward angle just to drag his hot tongue across Hyunjin’s, panting heavily through his nose.

“What’s wrong, Channie-hyung? You’re not losing, are you?” Seungmin teased whilst his eyes flicked down to the obvious, straining bulge in Chan’s sweatpants.

Chan sputtered, flustered, trying to cover himself with both hands. His face turned a deeper shade of red, but there was no hiding it now.

“N—no, I’m just… pent up, you know? It’s been a while. I haven’t gotten laid in forever,” he muttered, trying to save face.

But Jisung broke away from Minho’s sweet mouth with a wet, messy sound, his lips slick with spit and his eyes glinting with that kind of arousal that screamed ‘Can someone fuck me already?’

“Oh, sure. Just pent-up frustration,” he said, lifting an eyebrow. “That’s exactly what happened to me too—like, I saw my dick owning best friend Minho dripping in sweat after dance practice, and I was just so sexually repressed and deprived that I almost nutted in my pants. Totally normal if you haven’t gotten laid in a while. No homo at all,” he slid off Minho’s lap and took his hand, smirking as he walked past Chan, ruffling his hair with exaggerated pity. 

“Keep watching and think about it, hyung. And while you’re at it, maybe ask yourself if you’re truly frustrated… or if you just really, really wish you were the one on your knees choking on that big, pretty cock.” 

Chan’s ears turned crimson.

Minho stared at Jisung with a dazed kind of affection—lovestruck and quietly amused—before he threw a pointed glance toward Seungmin and Changbin and nodded toward Chan’s room, as if to say ‘Coming or what?’

The pair got up and trailed after them, slipping into the dim hallway and disappearing behind the half-shut door.

Chan stayed frozen, eyes falling in horror to his lap, realizing he had just lost the bet. His boner ached and the slick beads of precum finally seeped through the fabric of his pyjama bottom which created a damp patch. His eyes were now locked on the screen—but mind raced miles away, caught somewhere between confusion, arousal, and a full-blown identity crisis.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Hyunjin gently flipped Felix onto his back, settling him carefully against the soft pillows, mindful of his injured spine. The sight before him made his breath catch: Felix’s golden hair fanned out in a halo over the mess of red, blue, and orange fabric, his cheeks flushed in an adorable, tender pink that contrasted with the dark, lust-fogged glint in his eyes.

Hyunjin leaned down and kissed him deeply, intently, his tongue dragging slowly into the warmth of Felix’s mouth. He braced his palms against the floor on either side of Felix’s body, arms trembling from the effort of holding himself up—but not just from keeping his weight off the smaller boy, but because of the intensity surging through his chest. His whole frame shivered with something he’d only recently learned to recognize as all those emotions that overtook him whenever the tip of his nose brushed Felix’s smooth cheek while their lips moved in perfect rhythm, making the world feel smaller in comparison.

Felix’s fingers tangled in Hyunjin’s long hair, pushing it gently back from his face as he tilted his head, baring his throat and parting his lips further, desperate to feel more. To chase that electric tingle that only Hyunjin could give him, the one that made him feel whole again.

Over the past week, kissing Hyunjin had become as vital as breathing, like they might suffocate if they spent too long apart.

Felix suddenly flipped them over, straddling Hyunjin’s thighs and bracing his hands on either side of his waist. The movement knocked the breath out of Hyunjin’s lungs; he gasped, startled, eyes wide and glinting with something deeper than surprise.

His gaze roamed upward, drinking Felix in. His mouth moved before his brain could catch up.

“You’re ethereal,” he breathed. “My angel.” 

Felix lit up at the words, then leaned down to steal another kiss—hot, fast, and messy. They made out feverishly, hands tugging at clothes, fingers curling around fabric and bare skin, chasing the high of touch and closeness.

When they finally pulled apart, a thin string of saliva still connected their swollen lips, and their half-lidded eyes were glossy with heat and desire.

Hyunjin straightened, pulling Felix upright with him into a tight embrace, arms closing around his waist like he couldn’t bear to let go.

“…Huh?” he mumbled suddenly, eyes darting past Felix’s shoulder toward the now-empty armchair and half-vacant couch. 

“Chan-hyung? Where is everyone else?” Hyunjin asked, tilting his head as he looked at the wide-eyed leader, who was still staring blankly at the TV screen. It now displayed nothing but a black screen with a glowing replay button in the center. The room was awfully quiet—eerily so, now that they were paying attention. The porn must’ve ended.

Chan turned to them slowly, almost robotically, ignoring the question entirely.

“What does sucking dicks feel like?” he asked, voice distant, like he wasn’t even talking to them. 

Felix and Hyunjin exchanged a look, confused. “Um… good?” Hyunjin choked out. A small giggle slipped out of Felix before they both shrugged, unsure if it was some kind of joke. Deciding not to press it, they turned to go check the rest of the dorm for the missing couples.

They checked the kitchen. Empty.

The terrace. No one.

The bathroom. Still no trace.

As Felix headed for the hallway again, Hyunjin suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, pulling him back and making him giggle. He leaned in, brushing his lips along the curve of Felix’s neck, then dragging his tongue slowly against the sensitive skin there.

“Why don’t we sneak into Chan’s room?” Hyunjin murmured seductively against his ear, each word sending shivers down Felix’s spine. “You know… to have a little fun.”

Felix shuddered under the heat of his breath, letting his head loll back for a second, exposing his throat to the older’s kisses. Then he caught Hyunjin’s hands around his waist, lacing their fingers together with a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Deal,” he whispered, before tugging him down the hall toward Chan’s bedroom.

They pushed the door open… and froze.

Nothing could’ve prepared them for the scene that was unfolding inside.

Hyunjin’s mouth fell open in stunned silence, but Felix’s smirk dropped into an offended pout.

Inside the four walls were laying four boys, two of which occupied the spacious king sized bed. The other two sat across the room, one sprawled out in a desk chair and the oldest propped against Chan’s desk, his tailbone digging into the sharp wood.  

Moments before the couple opened the door, Seungmin and Jisung were face to face, kneeling on the bed as their lips locked together in a desperate and needy kiss whilst their tongues slid against each other, creating a tingling feeling straight to their core. Seungmin was shirtless, his pyjama top discarded on the floor as his hands worked against the buttons of Jisung’s ugly cinnamon bun night shirt, which was picked out by Minho. Their lips broke partially as Seungmin removed the dressing from Jisung’s body whilst his eyes roamed over his abdominal muscles and he couldn’t stop his hands from lightly caressing the skin. 

Jisung looked over at Minho, who was shifting onto the desk, legs swinging back and forth in a rhythmic motion as a small grin washed over his lips. 

“You really couldn’t have picked a better day for forcing us all to wear your ugly pyjamas, jagi,” Jisung had said in a sarcastic yet tender tone as he shivered at the feeling of Seungmin’s cold hands sliding along his chest. Seungmin picked up on the shiver that he had elicited from Jisung, which resulted in his lips dropping to the soft skin, littering soft and gentle kisses. Seungmin’s lips continued to kiss multiple areas of Jisung’s chest, mouth tracing the ink lines adorning his skin, making the older squirm in his grasp.

Minho grinned lightly, his tongue being bit between his teeth lightly as he watched how Jisung was being touched by Seungmin. Changbin, who was then sprawled out in the desk chair, was also fixated on the sight and the way that his boyfriend was so easily caressing another man; Changbin himself couldn’t deny that it was hot. 

“You’re right, jagi-ya. Maybe you should take the rest off as well,” Minho grinned as he spoke in a low and seductive tone, the one that always made Jisung shiver deep down. Seungmin definitely didn’t miss his hyung’s words and his hands moved down to Jisung’s waistband, sliding the pyjama bottoms off slowly. Minho let out a small hum of appreciation whilst Changbin waited for Seungmin to have his removed as well.         

Jisung locked his and Seungmin’s lips once more; Jisung nipped at Seungmin’s lower lip and he ran a flat palm under the waistband of Seungmin’s equally ugly pickle pyjamas. Jisung’s hand slid over Seungmin’s ass, making him moan into Jisung’s mouth whilst he tugged Seungmin’s bottoms all the way off. Seungmin’s body arched into Jisung’s touch, their chests brushing together and their bodies moving as if it were a sensual dance. They both moved together, following one another's movements and keeping the proximity as they continued to lock lips desperately.

Changbin groaned quietly as he pushed his legs further apart, almost transfixed on the way they undressed each other. The warm glow of the early sunset cast a beautiful golden shadow over their bare skin and created light shadows which followed how their hands moved against one another.

The two older’s watched with rock hard erections, nearly leaking at the tip at the sight of their boyfriends kissing and undressing each other.  

But before that actually happened, however, Hyunjin and Felix entered the room and saw the sight in front of them. Hyunjin froze, not knowing if to cum or cry, but Felix smirked slightly.

Jisung broke his mouth away from Seungmin, a small strand of beaded saliva connecting his top lip to Seungmin’s tongue, as they both sported a warm flush to their cheeks.

“Aww, seriously? You started without me?” Felix whined, voice soft and sulky, lower lip jutting out. He tugged Hyunjin’s hand with a little huff, dragging him through the doorway before quietly closing the door behind them, joining the group.

Hyunjin didn’t know what to think. Seungmin was panting hard, a wicked, lust-laced smile tugging at his lips as he rested his temple on Jisung’s shoulder. His long fingers trailed slowly upward from Jisung’s abdomen, teasing over a nipple with deliberate sensuality. Jisung shivered, blushing even deeper as a soft puff of air escaped him, locking his round, glossy eyes with Hyunjin’s.

“Uh, Lixie… don’t you think we’re interrupting some kind of twisted… swinger party?” Hyunjin choked out, clearly struggling to find the right words for what he was witnessing. His hand, still clasped with Felix’s, gave a small tug, trying to pull him back and opening the door, determined to give the others space for whatever freaky thing they were trying to do.

But Felix didn’t move, nor did any of their bandmates seem to mind the intrusion.

“Or,” Felix said, tilting his head and smirking, “we could join them. Don’t you think that’s hot?” He nudged Hyunjin gently against the doorframe, brushing their lips together in a brief, tantalizing kiss.  

“Y—yeah, but… what about privacy?” Hyunjin mumbled into the kiss, acutely aware of the four sets of hungry eyes now fixed on them. Still, Felix’s scent was dizzying, lulling him into the moment—so much so that he didn’t notice the two older boys changing positions, Minho approaching them and Changbin moving to the bed.

Without warning, Minho rose from the desk and gripped Hyunjin’s wrists, pinning him to the wall next to the still open door with his full weight. Felix’s face vanished from view, replaced by Minho’s smoldering gaze and crooked smile, holding Hyunjin captive with nothing but his heat and presence.

Felix dropped to his knees between them, Hyunjin shirt already bunched up between his hands, mouthing hotly at Hyunjin’s stomach and Adonis belt. His tongue flicked out just enough to make Hyunjin tense and melt all at once, heart racing as the room spun with heat and arousal.

Minho cupped Hyunjin’s jaw gently, tilting it to the side as he pressed a soft kiss to his neck—just a faint nibble against the sensitive skin. He was careful, aware that he’d never touched him like this before, and didn’t want to push too far too fast if the boy wasn’t truly comfortable with that.

“Hyunjin-ah… Since when do we give a damn about privacy?” he murmured hotly against Hyunjin’s ear.

“God, hyung…” Hyunjin breathed, one hand sliding through the soft tips of Felix’s blonde hair, resting on his shoulder. Felix’s head was buried under his pyjama shirt now, warm breath ghosting over his skin and hands keeping himself upright against the sides of his waist. Hyunjin tilted his neck further, inviting more of Minho’s touch.

“Are we seriously about to have an orgy?” he asked with a breathless laugh. “This is the perfect example of ‘That escalated quickly.’”

Still chuckling, he let Felix pull him toward the bed, where, unsurprisingly, the other three boys were already tangled together, watching their little impromptu show with clear interest, more than ready to keep the charged atmosphere going.

“Don't worry Jinnie, they won't bite,” Felix added on whilst already having crossed half of the distance to the end of the bed, positioning Hyunjin in front of Seungmin, then moving to stand in front of Jisung. Seungmin glanced up at Hyunjin, a small grin spread across his lips. 

“Unless you’re into that,” he added, winking mischievously at him.

Changbin and Minho glanced at each other, sharing a look that just said ‘Fuck it’, and Minho moved into Changbin’s lap.

“You know, out of all the times I made fun of you and called you fat and ugly. I always thought you were the second best looking,” Minho muttered to Changbin just before he locked their lips together in a rough kiss. 

Seungmin glanced over and felt a small pang of jealousy, but he focused back on Hyunjin as he slid the llama themed shirt over his head and started to litter kisses all over his body, tongue occasionally lapping over Hyunjin’s nipples. Jisung followed suit, removing Felix’s chicken themed night shirt and he dropped it to the floor as he eagerly explored the younger dancer's toned body with his tongue.  

Felix and Hyunjin both linked their fingers through the hair of the boys who kissed them, soft moans escaping Felix as Jisung worked on his nipples. Hyunjin guided Seungmin’s head to his waist, knowing where it would make him feel the best, as he squirmed under Seungmin’s flat and hot tongue. 

On the other side of the room, Changbin’s hand’s firmly gripped Minho’s ass, dragging him against his throbbing cock which elicited moans from both of them. Minho gripped onto Changbin’s hair as he tugged his head back so he could penetrate his tongue deeper into Changbin’s mouth, almost making him gag. Minho practically felt Seungmin’s envious stare as it burned into the back of his head, but it only made him smirk into the kiss. 

The boys were in a blissful state of arousal, all lost in each other's kisses and bodies whilst after a while most of them were left in just boxers, except Seungmin and Jisung who were almost completely naked, only a thin layer of fabric covering their crotches. 

But that beautiful atmosphere of pleasure, casted over by the warm glow of the sunset was quickly brought to an end, shattered by a shocked, high-pitched gasp.

“What the fuck, Kids!” Chan bellowed, skidding to a stop in the doorway like he’d walked into a porn shoot. “You are so not having a goddamn orgy in my room… on my bed… on my freshly changed, lavender-scented sheets! Out!” He practically roared, eyes wide in disbelief as he took in the scene unfolding before him.

His voice cracked halfway through the sentence, equal parts rage and betrayal. He didn’t wait for an answer before storming out, face burning red, ears on fire, and his soul temporarily exiting his body.

Minho, halfway through removing his shirt and grinding lazily against Changbin, didn’t even flinch. “What, hyung? Jealous I get to make out with Binnie and you’re not?” he called, smirking like a cat who’d just knocked over a glass on purpose, tongue running briefly over his lips like a bastard.

“What?! No! Just—just get the hell out of my room and get your damn asses into the living room!” Chan barked, already halfway down the hall, rubbing his temples like it could erase what he’d just seen. 

He collapsed back onto the couch like the weight of the entire universe had hit him square in the chest. The TV was off now—pointless—and so was the thin grip he’d had on reality for the past ten minutes. He’d just finished unraveling his identity and sexual crisis in a whirlwind of denial, still convinced that the soft moans ringing in his ears were just echoes from that damn video.

Until he realized they weren’t echoes at all.

They were real. Coming from his own room. From his own fucking bed.

It wasn’t a fantasy. It was a live show. One that had been happening for a while, judging by the sloppy mouth sounds and full-body squelches echoing down the hallway.

He groaned, burying his face in his hands.

He watched his bandmates trailing into the living room in a straight line, each in a different state of undress, with shirts riding up, if even were still on, and pants lowered till the bottom hem of their briefs, skin flushed. All of them were still visibly turned on, barely bothered by the interruption, like they were just waiting for him to leave so they could get back to it.

But then a thought hit him, sharp and unwelcome.

Did he really want to leave them alone?

Not just because he didn’t trust those horny idiots not to defile his space—his dorm, his room, his freshly changed sheets—but because… maybe he didn’t want them to stop. Maybe he wanted to watch. Maybe—fuck—he wanted to be part of it.

The idea made his stomach twist. Not in disgust, but something a little closer to arousal. And panic.

God, was he really that sexually frustrated? Was that why he’d gotten hard that day, standing outside the door of the dance practice room like some creep, hearing Changbin fucking Seungmin’s throat? At first, he told himself it was just the sound and the idea of it. It was instinctive, biological. Like watching porn. A stimulus-response situation.

But it wasn’t really the same, was it?

Because this wasn’t anonymous. These weren’t strangers on a screen. This was them. The people he spent every day with. The ones who knew every version of him. The leader, the reliable hyung, the best friend. And yet something about hearing them fall apart like that, completely raw, completely real, had made his breath catch and his fingers twitch like he didn’t know what to do with himself.  

He’d felt guilty for days. Still did. But somewhere deep down, he wasn’t sure the guilt was from what he heard, or from how good it had made him feel.

And that was the part he couldn’t really explain.

He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes dropping to the floor, trying not to look at them for too long. At Jisung’s exposed collarbone, at the way Felix still hadn’t bothered to fix the obvious bulge in his boxers, at Minho’s completely unbothered smirk, like he knew what thoughts were swirling in his head.

“Get a grip,” he muttered to himself under his breath.

But his chest was tight. His pulse wouldn’t settle.

And maybe the part that scared him most was how much he didn’t want to look away.

“Sorry about the room, Chris,” Felix said, snapping Chan out of his thoughts. “But I swear, no semen touched your sheets,” he smiled innocently, somehow managing to look angelic even while talking about cum.

“Well,” Changbin cut in, voice casual, “Jisung’s cock was leaking like crazy, so… I wouldn’t call them entirely safe to sleep on either.”  

Felix shot him a sharp look that clearly meant ‘Shut up, I almost had him convinced not to evict us from the planet.’

Chan glanced between all six of them, his expression unreadable. He looked almost calm, until Seungmin let out an annoyed sound, clearly on edge.

Seungmin groaned, eyes wild with frustration, arousal coiled tight in his gut. “Hyung, I love you, I really do, but unless you say out loud that we’re banned from fucking in your dorm, I swear I’m going to get on all fours right here and beg Changbin to destroy me. I’m so fucking close to losing it, I might actually cry if I don’t get his cock in me. Like, full-on sobbing, mascara-running-down-my-face cry… and I’m not even wearing makeup right now.”

The room went quiet for a beat.

Chan stared at him—at all of them—something unsteady flickering behind his eyes. His jaw worked as if trying to form words, but none came. The room was hot with breath and want, and Seungmin’s raw desperation echoed in his ears like a siren.

“I wanna see that,” Chan said quietly, his voice shaking.

“What?” Seungmin blinked.

Chan cleared his throat, gaze flickering downward, then back up. “I wanna see you cry while Bin fucks into you. I want to watch every second of it,” his voice was hoarse, lower than usual. 

“Wait—are you seriously on board with us having an orgy in your room?” Changbin asked, still visibly thrown off by their leader’s unexpected confession.

“You freaks stay out of my room. If any fucking’s going to happen, it’s only in the living room,” Chan said firmly, pointing a scolding finger at each of them.

Chan tapped his feet anxiously on the floor, voice low and hesitant. “But yeah… well, not exactly on board. More like… if it’s okay for me to just, you know, watch. Not participate. Just… be there. Watching you.”

Jisung blinked, eyebrows raised. “Hyung, are you into voyeurism? Like, getting off just by watching other people have sex?”

Chan grimaced. “That sounds so creepy when you say it like that. It’s not like that—I don’t even really know what it is. It’s new to me, and honestly, I feel kinda vulnerable admitting it. So I need you guys to be okay with it. Like, really okay. I’d appreciate actual consent. Otherwise, I’ll stay out of it.”

There was a pause, then one by one they nodded. Seungmin smirked, eyes glittering with arousal. “Honestly? If you’re watching me get wrecked by Changbin, I might not even be coherent enough to make it to tomorrow. And that would be so hot.”

Changbin backed him up with a knowing smile, clearly enjoying the idea.

Chan’s breath hitched. “You… you want me to watch while you’re—?”

Seungmin shrugged, heat flushing his face. “Yeah. It turns me on. Makes me even more desperate to show how much of a mess this dumbass can turn me into,” he kissed the corner of Changbin’s proud smile.

“Hyung,” Jisung piped up, “why do you think I keep wearing a plug on stage?”

“Um… to test my patience? And because Minsung’s,” he said, making finger quotes, “sex life is too hard to even score on the freaky scale?” Chan answered hesitantly.

The couple laughed. “True. But it’s the thrill of thousands of people maybe catching me acting weird or creaming my pants. The sheer humiliation of someone realizing what I’m really doing. So you watching me would only turn me on more.” 

Chan smiled, though the thought of Jisung coming in his boxers on stage weirded him out a little. He was about to ask if that really happened when Felix’s calm voice interrupted. 

“I trust you, hyung. And even if I’m probably the most vanilla in this room, I still have a freaky side,” he smiled warmly.

Chan smiled at his bandmates, feeling a warm, unexpected swell of relief in his chest. He hadn’t expected them to be so open. Not just accepting, but embracing his confession without judgment. What had started as a flustered, slightly humiliating moment had turned into something grounding: a meaningful conversation about trust, boundaries, and emotional safety ahead of what could only be described as the most chaotic shift in their group dynamic to date.

“Okay,” Minho said suddenly, clapping his hands together and raising his brows with a grin. “Now feels like the perfect moment to cover the basics before we unleash the Humpocalypse.” 

The room erupted into laughter at the absurd word, with Jisung practically wheezing on the couch and Hyunjin burying his face in Felix’s shoulder.

“I’m serious!” Minho insisted, though he was grinning too. “Look, I trust you guys with my life, but sex—especially group sex—needs communication. Consent, safewords, aftercare, emotional boundaries. Even if we’re close, that doesn’t mean we can skip those parts. This isn’t just chaotic horny energy—well, okay, it is—but it should still be safe chaotic horny energy.”

He let himself melt further into Jisung’s side, resting his cheek against the younger’s bicep and glancing around at the others. “Especially since, you know, except for the couples, most of us haven’t actually done anything with each other.”

“Well,” Hyunjin cut in, raising a hand like a smug little schoolboy, “I did suck Seungmin’s dick once.”   

There was a beat of silence before a stunned voice reached their ears.

“Dude…” Seungmin blinked at him. “You’re really bringing that up now?”

“What? It’s true.”

“We were trainees,” Seungmin said, laughing now as the memory resurfaced. “You were deep in your bisexual panic era, and I just happened to be your most conveniently available and openly gay friend.”

Chan covered his mouth to hide a laugh while Felix tilted his head curiously at the sudden reveal.

Seungmin caught the look. “And before you ask—Yeah, he did it, technically. But it was so, so sloppy. He gagged like four times and bit me twice. I thought I was gonna die.”

Hyunjin gasped, clutching his chest like he was personally offended. “I improved! That was years ago. I have a really great technique now.”

He threw a pointed look in Felix’s direction, earning a blush and a stifled laugh from the blonde.

“Good to know,” Felix said, eyes glinting with amusement.

“Can we get back on topic?” Jisung said, wiggling in place with visible impatience. “I’m seriously counting down the minutes until the Humpocalypse, and if we don’t get started soon, my dick’s gonna fall off.”

A chorus of snickers filled the room, but Jisung stayed focused. “So… safewords. Do you guys have specific ones, or are you more into using the traffic light system?”

“Nope, we’ve got safewords,” Changbin answered, voice smooth and easy. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of Seungmin’s neck, his arm slung comfortably around his boyfriend’s waist. “Mine’s French fries, and Seungmin’s is pickle.”

“Pickle?” Hyunjin repeated, grinning.

“I was hungry when I first picked it, okay?” Seungmin said, tone defensive but playful. “Plus, no way that word’s gonna come up in a sexy context by accident.”

“Solid logic,” Jisung agreed. “Mine’s cinnamon,” he waited for a beat, then added, “It sounds sweet, but I associate it with burning and pain, which feels appropriate for the moment.”

Everyone nodded, slowly filing the words away in their heads with the seriousness of a sacred ritual.

“Mine’s bunny,” Minho added next, casually nuzzling against Jisung’s side, one of his fingers drawing slow, idle shapes on the younger’s thigh.

Chan tilted his head. “Bunny? That doesn’t sound very… I don’t know. Urgent?”

Jisung broke into a knowing chuckle before Minho could even react. “Yeah, not exactly your textbook safeword. But it makes sense when you know the context.”

Minho sighed, cheeks tinged pink but not protesting. Jisung took over with a grin. “When we first got serious, I used to call him bunny constantly. Like, constantly. In texts, in bed, while brushing our teeth—he was bunny 24/7. So when we were picking our safewords, he just… blurted that out. It was the only thing stuck in his head.”

“He unintentionally brainwashed me with his cuteness,” Minho muttered under his breath, making Jisung laugh harder.

“Still cute though,” Felix added with a soft smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he watched the couple’s interaction. He could practically hear Jeongin’s unimpressed groan in his head if the maknae had been there, but even he probably would’ve melted a little.

“Anyway,” Minho continued, sitting up a bit straighter, “we don’t use safewords much between just the two of us anymore. We know each other’s boundaries and micro expressions like muscle memory. But we’re always clear about using them when someone else is in the picture.”

“I always stuck with the traffic light system,” Felix chimed in, fingers fidgeting slightly in his lap before relaxing. “It’s easier for me to remember in the moment. I like that it gives more nuance than just ‘Go’ or ‘Stop’.”

“Yeah, same here,” Hyunjin added, now lounging back against Felix with his arms lazily hooked around his waist. “I like having that yellow area when I need to slow things down without ruining the vibe. Plus, it’s instinctive. It’s like second nature after a while.”

Everyone seemed to take that in seriously, the mood dipping into something tender, thoughtful. A room full of flushed skin and lingering arousal, sure—but also one full of trust, comfort, and care.

“I’ve never really used safewords myself,” Chan suddenly admitted, shifting awkwardly on the couch. His fingers fumbled with the drawstring of his pyjama bottoms, barely able to meet their eyes. “But I feel like… I won’t really need one? I mean, I’ll only be watching. So it’s your consent I need, not the other way around.”

Changbin leaned forward, sensing the nerves under Chan’s voice and choosing a gentler tone. “Hyung, can I ask you something?” He waited for Chan’s hesitant nod before continuing. “Would you want to be acknowledged as a watcher? Like, maybe… someone calling out to you now and then? Commenting on how it makes you feel? Maybe even something a little dirtier?”

Chan’s breath caught audibly. A visible shiver rolled down his spine. “Yeah… that—fuck—” He choked on the rest of the sentence, his cock throbbing at just the thought of being seen like that, called on the humiliating act of watching, just being known.

Changbin grinned knowingly. “Thought so.” 

Then, calmly and without judgment, he pondered his next words. “So don’t you think, if we’re involving you that way—even as a watcher—you should have a safeword? Something to tell us if we’re pushing a line you’re not comfortable with?”

Chan blinked, the idea settling slowly into place. His shoulders relaxed a fraction, the anxiety giving way to quiet understanding. “Yeah… I guess you’re right,” he exhaled, finally meeting Changbin’s eyes. “In that case… I’ll go with red for ‘Stop’, yellow for 'Slow down' or ‘Let’s talk,’ and green for ‘Go on’.”

Everyone nodded, silently absorbing it. Chan looked around at them, their openness, their casual honesty. He hadn’t expected this to turn into a full-on consent and kink workshop, but he was glad it had. It made the air feel safer, the heat between them more grounded.

“Alright,” he said, clearing his throat and shifting where he sat. “So… cinnamon, pickle, French fries, bunny, and traffic lights. Got it.”

“And if anyone says avocado, we’re just stopping everything immediately because that’s way too random for this context,” Jisung said with a grin.

Felix giggled. “Agreed. That’s the emergency stop-for-real word.”

Seungmin hummed. “Fine. But if I end up screaming avocado, someone better still finish me off.”

“I will, no worries, baby,” Changbin mumbled into his ear.

“Great, now that everything’s settled… we’ve got a slightly big problem, hyung,” Minho said, turning his eyes to Chan. “You know gay sex requires a lot of lube, right? And no offense, but you don’t exactly seem like someone who keeps that stocked at home. You give me major ‘jerk off in the shower with that 5-in-1 soap that could also be used as airplane fuel’ vibes.”

Chan blinked, visibly scandalized. “Okay—ouch,” he muttered. But… he couldn’t deny it either.

Minho raised an eyebrow, amused. “Anyway. Since I am not in the mood to call a delivery service just for lube like a maniac, is there any chance you still have that honeymoon basket I made for you when you moved into this dorm?”

At once, the other boys perked up in recognition. Every new dorm had received one of those infamous Minho gift baskets—over-the-top, mildly unhinged, and exactly what made them iconic.

“Actually, yeah,” Chan said, standing from the couch and waddling awkwardly toward a low cabinet, trying his best to act normal while clearly still hard and very much aware of the tip of his cock still tucked into the waistband of his boxer. “Jeongin shoved it in here the day we moved in. Said he never wanted to lay eyes on it again.”

They laughed as he returned with the basket in hand and lowered it to the floor. The container was aggressively pink and lacy, as if Minho had specifically hunted for the most embarrassing one possible.

Inside were two fluffy towels embroidered with his and hers, a fancy candle called Unleash the Passion, a few chocolate bars and random snacks, a concerning number of condoms, and—most importantly—two bottles of lube.

Cheers erupted as someone pulled one out like it was a buried treasure.

“No traumatized delivery man needed tonight!” Jisung said in relief.

Felix was still digging, and his fingers suddenly paused before curling around something solid. “Oh my god. We’re so lucky,” he squeaked, pulling out a vibrating butt plug from the bottom like it was a golden bar.

“Hey! That’s not fair! We got a fleshlight!” Seungmin whined, snatching it from him. 

Minho didn’t even blink. “You could trade.”

“Minho,” Seungmin said flatly, “you gave us, two certified bottoms, a glorified rubber tube, while you handed a vibrating plug to the heterosexuals?! You know how wrong that is, right?”

Minho just shrugged. “They were just randomized.”

Chan looked horrified, his face a mix of crimson and defeat. “O—okay. So. That’s… all, right?” he asked, clearly done with this particular descent into chaos.

“One last thing… safe or unsafe sex?” Hyunjin asked, holding up the silvery condom wrappers twisted artfully into the shape of a rose—yes, a rose made of condoms. Minho’s signature honeymoon basket touch, and clearly, he was still proud of it.

“All negative, right?” Changbin asked, scanning the group.

A round of nods followed, no hesitation.

“Alright. Votes for condoms?” he continued, raising an eyebrow. Silence.

He turned to Chan, lips curling into a mischievous smirk. “Hyung, how much of a mess are we allowed to make in your living room?”

Chan let out a long-suffering sigh, but the way he ran a hand through his hair gave away that he wasn’t mad. If anything, he looked borderline more turned on.

“I’ll grab towels,” he muttered, already moving toward the hallway. “But if any of you stain the couch, I swear to god you’re replacing it. And someone roll up the carpet so no cum drips on it.”

The room burst into motion again, tension thick with anticipation as bodies shuffled, furniture shifted, and excitement simmered just below the surface, waiting to spill over. 

Chan returned to the room, a stack of spare towels piled up in his hands as he took in the sight of the eager boys. A shuddering breath escaped his lips, desperate to at least cover the room in towels before he became too lost in the pleasure, so that’s what he did. Chan draped the towels over the sofa and along the floor as well as quickly glancing towards the corner of the room to make sure his rug was rolled neatly and propped up against the wall. Did he have to forcefully shift some of the boys just to protect his furniture? Yes, but that was the least of his worries.

Chan sat down on the empty couch, legs sprawled out in front of him as he watched the three couples shamelessly touch each other whilst locked in intense moments. Though, his eyes were mostly drawn to Minho and Jisung, both of which were in the pillow pile that Hyunjin and Felix had shared just thirty minutes before. Jisung laid on his back with Minho hovering above him as he used his arms to brace himself above the younger boy. Although Jisung’s eyes were stuck on his boyfriend’s above him, he couldn’t help but feel another set of eyes burning into him. With a quick stolen glance, Jisung saw how Chan was fixated on their movements and it was clear that the oldest was already losing it. 

“Jagi-ya,” Minho rasped out as he pressed a hot kiss onto the column of Jisung’s throat whilst his hand slowly travelled along Jisung’s bare stomach. “You have no idea—” Minho’s breath caught as his hand felt the hard bulge in Jisung’s boxers. “Fuck—you’re so...” 

“I know,” Jisung whined as his hips eagerly bucked up into Minho’s hand, making him whimper on the spot and causing his head to slam back into the pillows. “I need—need you to do something... Anything. Please…” Jisung added in a pleading tone, his breath growing more and more desperate with each rock of his hips.

Minho didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself between Jisung’s legs, tugging down the last physical barrier which separated Jisung’s cock from Minho’s touch, but that wasn’t what the older was going for. Minho’s slender finger slowly and tauntingly ran against Jisung’s perineum before he let a small bead of spit roll from his lips, dripping onto Jisung’s hole which resulted in a small moan from the younger boy. With the pad of his thumb, Minho worked the spit into his muscle before catching Jisung’s lips in a desperate kiss, not letting his fingertip enter Jisung’s rim yet. After a few moments, Minho unexpectedly pushed his thumb in, pushing until the second knuckle which caused Jisung to visibly choke on his own saliva. 

“M—more, please,” Jisung begged and Minho, being as compliant as he was, removed his thumb before working his forefinger into Jisung. Minho pulled back to look at the sight, his finger slowly pumping in and out of Jisung as his free hand held his stomach down. The touch was controlling, possessive even, but at the same time it conveyed a sense of security and safety between the two, something they always showed. Jisung nodded once before he squirmed back into the pillow as he felt his boyfriends middle finger slowly push into him, producing a lewd moan from him. 

Minho glanced over his shoulder and noticed Chan’s eyes fixated on them. With a mischievous smirk, the dancer upped his scale to three fingers which is the most they would usually use for prepping. Jisung’s mouth fell open, eyes rolling back whilst he fisted the pillow beneath him in his grip as he took in each and every one of the sensations that Minho filled him with. A series of curses mixed with crude moans spiraled from Jisung’s mouth as his eyes returned to Minho, practically sensing the hungry gaze from the older. 

Jisung’s thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of a surprised gasp which made him look over in curiosity before forgetting about it and pulling Minho’s lips back onto his.

In the armchair, the noises from Minho and Jisung were too hard to ignore. Hyunjin, who was just straddling Felix’s lap, slid down to the floor as he knelt before Felix with a lustful gaze in his eyes. Hyunjin’s hand began to roam up and down Felix’s thighs before stopping at his boxer’s waistband, fingers already hooked underneath it. Felix stared down at him, that common wide eyed expression on his face only Hyunjin was able to notice he sprouted whenever he was in an unfamiliar or nerve-wracking situation. He let out a quick, shallow breath. 

“Yellow? Or red?” Hyunjin asked in a quiet whisper, afraid that he may have overstepped or made Felix feel uncomfortable, especially since this was their first time going further than their heavy makeouts and grinding sessions whenever they got too desperate for each other.

“Neither, green,” Felix replied quickly, pupils blown wide with excitement and slight disbelief. Felix’s softer, smaller hands moved to Hyunjin’s and encouraged him to remove his boxers which left him fully exposed to Hyunjin’s gaze. As Felix’s cock sprung out of the tight material, Hyunjin instantly leaned closer to the point his hot breath washed over Felix’s tip. 

After a moment of silent consent, Hyunjin pressed a kiss to the base of Felix’s groin before he ran his flattened tongue across the younger’s length, letting his tongue swirl the tip before he ran another long strip back down Felix’s cock. Then, Hyunjin took Felix into his mouth quickly, enveloping half of his cock in his warm, wet mouth. Felix let out a few small pants which turned into small whines as his hand slid into Hyunjin’s hair. The grip wasn’t demanding or forcing, it was Felix’s way of showing this meant more than just sex to him, and he still wanted to hold Hyunjin in that moment. God, maybe Seungmin was right and he was truly whipped for Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin continued, bobbing his lips down to the base of Felix’s cock and then back up with an occasional gargle of spit or groan that sent vibrations through the veins in Felix’s tip. Felix was already close to being wrecked, but Hyunjin somehow dragged it on which kept Felix on edge in a blissful state. Hyunjin was living up to his words, and he could seriously feel like he had improved at giving blowjobs, so far to the point that Felix could probably say it was the best head he had ever received in his life. 

Felix’s eyes opened for a second, noticing how Chan’s eyes flicked between him and Hyunjin, and Minho and Jisung, as if the boy couldn’t decide who he wanted to put his focus on. Felix almost reached his breaking point until he realized what was happening in the middle of the room in front of him. As Hyunjin gargled on his dick, Felix slipped back into the mindset of absolute pleasure, yet he occasionally glazed towards the remaining two.

Seungmin knelt on the floor, his hands roaming seductively over his own torso as Changbin watched him, joining with light caresses over his abdomen. Changbin buried his face in the younger’s neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, making Seungmin squirm in his grasp. But whenever a strong wave of pleasure hit him and his knees buckled, Changbin’s strong arms were ready to catch him. Seungmin’s nails lightly scraped the skin at the base of Changbin’s nape, leaving faint red marks.

Seungmin worked his fingers over every muscle of the older’s back he could grasp, appreciating his boyfriend’s dedication to working out, and fighting an irrational desire to bite into that sturdy, muscular flesh to mark his skin—not out of possessiveness, but from a need to show how deep his feelings for him were.

He let his head loll to the side as Changbin slowly and seductively devoured every inch of reachable skin. His glossy eyes locked with Chan’s piercing gaze, who was already flushed red from watching their little show.

“Enjoying the view, hyung?” Seungmin asked with a smirk before letting his mouth fall open in an exaggerated moan. Well, not that exaggerated—not when Changbin’s soft fingertips closed around his throat, seeking out his most sensitive spots.

Chan nodded, his earlier embarrassment quickly replaced by arousal. One hand slid slowly from his chest to the bulge in his sweatpants, teasing himself and lazily palming his cock through the fabric. His eyes never left the sight of Changbin’s broad back covering most of Seungmin’s thinner frame. He wished he could see more of the younger’s body as Changbin drank in the taste of his skin, Chan wanted to know if it was as good as Changbin made it out to be. 

“…Hmm, baby,” Seungmin breathed as Changbin shifted and tried to kiss him, pulling back just enough so their lips wouldn’t touch. He smirked watching the older boy try to close the distance.

Changbin mumbled, bottom lip jutting out in a pout, offended that Seungmin wouldn’t give him kisses. The younger smiled fondly, kissing the tip of his nose. “God, I love you too much. It’s making me want to smack myself in the face,” he giggled. Changbin smiled and sat back on his heels, pulling Seungmin down onto his thighs.

“You know, when you kissed Minho-hyung earlier, I—“ Seungmin started, but Changbin interrupted quickly.

“Are you hurt? He kinda jumped me and I didn’t think much of it because of the situation, but I love you, baby. I wouldn’t mean to—” Changbin explained, but Seungmin cut him off.

“God, shut up,” he said, burying his reddened cheeks in Changbin’s shoulder, still not accustomed to hearing the words ‘I love you’ falling from Changbin’s pink lips. “That’s not what I meant. I just want to try something new.” 

Changbin cocked a brow, staring at him. His worried expression quickly melted into sheer arousal at the thought of exploring a new kink with his boyfriend.

Seungmin drew confidence from the older’s interested look. He let his eyelids droop and leaned closer, as if to kiss him, then pulled away just before their lips could touch.

“How about this: to earn my kiss, you have to kiss Chan-hyung first,” he said, voice low and coated with desire. “I know you always say hyung would be a great kisser because of his plush lips.” 

Seungmin traced the pad of a fingertip over Changbin’s bottom lip, pressing lightly. “Would you like that? To kiss Channie-hyung?” he asked, eyes locked on Changbin’s darkened ones whilst speaking in a slow and low voice. 

“Y—yes,” Changbin choked out.

“Good. Go, then,” Seungmin patted the older’s cheek before sliding off his thighs.

Changbin shakily rose to his feet and padded toward Chan. He wondered if he was more aroused by Seungmin wanting to watch him kiss another man or by Seungmin bossing him around. Seungmin’s well-known bratty side often led to situations where he tried to take control, but Changbin always quickly made him fold and become pliant. But this time, for the first time, Changbin felt like the submissive one. It felt weird at first, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. It was still them, just with a little switch in dynamics—and a change now and then wouldn’t be so bad, right? And judging by how his body reacted, he wouldn’t mind falling for Bratty Seungmin’s traps more often.

“Hyung,” Changbin said, standing in front of the couch where Chan was sitting. “Can I kiss you?” He cocked his head, feeling Seungmin’s eyes piercing holes through him.

Chan looked dubious, unsure how to respond. His eyes were full of doubt as they darted to Seungmin, still kneeling on the floor.

“Is this really okay with you?” Chan asked, voice strained with bewilderment.

“Yeah, he’s a person, not a toy. I don’t own him,” Seungmin said, quickly pulling off his boxers and tossing them across the room, not caring where they landed. He kinda hoped they landed squarely onto Hyunjin’s face, just to hear his horrified screams, but, unfortunately, that didn’t happen. 

Chan nodded, agreeing with Seungmin’s mindset. No one owned anyone. As long as both parties were happy, there was no reason to question it. He looked up at Changbin, who was staring down at him in nothing but tight boxer briefs.

“Yellow? Or maybe red, since yours was probably a strict ‘No active joining’?” Changbin sighed, eyes softening at the leader’s hesitation.

“Actually, surprisingly green,” Chan chuckled as he grabbed Changbin’s hips, pulling him to straddle one of his thighs.

Changbin lowered his face to meet Chan’s and hurriedly pulled him into a kiss. Their lips met sensually at first, Chan teasing his tongue past Changbin’s lips, but the kiss quickly grew heated, turning into clashing lips and stinging bites. Fuck, Changbin was right—Chan’s lips weren’t just kissable, they were skilled, pressing just right on his own to make him pant and moan.

Chan’s hand trailed to the small of Changbin’s back, and the younger of the two put on a show just for Seungmin, grinding against Chan’s muscular thigh. He’d never had a thing for thighs before, but now he could understand why Jisung was so obsessed with dry humping Minho’s.

Changbin moaned into Chan’s mouth, tilting his head to meet his tongue better as he rode his thigh. His hand, forgotten tangled past Chan’s neck, trailed down his chest, then his abdomen, then to the one already stroking the very hard cock trapped between Chan’s legs.

“May I?” Changbin rasped, lips swollen red and eyes as dazed as Chan’s.

“Okay,” Chan nodded, grabbing Changbin’s wrist and guiding his fingers to close around his clothed cock.

“Hmm,” Changbin breathed, smirking. “Too bad a cock this big will miss all the fun, huh?” He squeezed lightly before diving back into Chan’s lips.  

But the faintest whimper distracted him. Changbin could’ve missed it, but it was impossible not to be attuned to one of his favorite sounds—the one that came in close second to Seungmin’s singing voice.

He broke the kiss with a wet noise. “I—is he?” Changbin choked out.

Chan felt Changbin’s cock twitch against his leg and he had absolutely no right to find it incredibly hot. “Y—yes. Yes, he is,” Chan confirmed, helping Changbin turn in his lap to sit between his parted legs. Changbin leaned back against Chan’s lower stomach, feeling his hard length poke his spine.

The sight before them was breathtaking.

Seungmin was on all fours, knees weak, struggling to stay upright as he fingered himself open, watching his boyfriend kiss and grind on another man. He gripped the bottle of lube on the floor like a lifeline, knuckles white, mouth open in a string of curses and moans as he locked his half lidded eyes with Changbin.

“Shit, is he always this hot?” Chan asked, gripping Changbin’s waist to steady himself.

“Oh, that’s nothing, hyung. You should see him fuck himself with his favorite knotted dildo. It’s like this big and this thick,” Changbin chuckled, showing its rough dimensions with his hands, eyes never leaving Seungmin’s.

“Wanna see him cry?” Changbin smirked, meeting Chan’s curious and turned on gaze. Chan nodded before Changbin stole a quick, messy kiss.

“Touch my chest,” Changbin muttered on his lips.

Chan complied while Changbin’s warm hands slipped into Chan’s hair, tugging gently as Changbin moaned at the contact, muscles flexing under his touch.

“Hey, baby, how many fingers do you have in your pretty, tight hole?” Changbin asked, voice dangerously low.

“Three,” Seungmin squeaked, thrusting harder as soon as he saw Changbin tip his head back against Chan’s shoulder with a satisfied sigh as his muscles were being touched.

“Add another. Come on, I know how greedy you are,” Changbin instructed, feeling Chan’s breath hitch beside his ear. He grinned proudly.

Seungmin didn’t need to say a word when he started working a fourth finger inside. His strength gave out, arm wobbling and folding, making him smash his face into the floor. Still, he kept fucking himself back on his fingers, eyes glistening with tears that threatened to spill, thumb sticking out of his stretched rim as the squelch of lube grew louder.

Their focus was all on him. 

“Tell me, baby, how does it feel?” Changbin asked again, stroking his own cock.

“N—need you, please,” Seungmin managed to choke out, his now squished, tear-streaked cheek making the words hard to catch between his moans and sobs.

“I can’t, baby. Hyung’s keeping me company. Could you cum all on your own?” Changbin asked, cocking his head. He felt Chan’s cock throbbing against his back and smirked again proudly. His boyfriend was the hottest man on earth, and the oldest was just getting a glimpse of it. Changbin chuckled, imagining how Chan would choke on his spit if he ever met Slutty Seungmin.

“Yes—fuck—I’m so close,” Seungmin said before mumbling an incoherent string of curses, on the edge of orgasm.

But just before he could tip over, the sound of keys turning in a lock made him jump onto his knees, startled, removing his hand from his hole. 

The seven of them stared in horror at the door as it slowly creaked open. A duffle bag was shoved into the entryway, then there was the sound of shoes being kicked off.

Jeongin turned around after closing the door, ready to greet everyone and enjoy their planned cozy night after long hours of practice.

“You can’t imagine—today was hell, but I’m ready to get drunk, watch a Disney movie, and sleep—Why is everyone naked?” Jeongin said, confused, finally taking in the state of the room and his bandmates.

“Oh. My. God! Oh my god! You guys weren’t joking! Is this an orgy?” Jeongin yelled, utterly shocked.

Notes:

Well… it was a lot, wasn't it? Thank you so much for reading our first chapter, we really loved writing this and we hoped you loved reading it just as much! Did we reach your expectations? We wish that we did and that you thought of it to be like this, or maybe you didn’t expect it and need holy water like us.

STAY tuned for next week on Monday when chapter 2 will be out, and this is where things get even wilder so be prepared… no… we mean it, it gets worse.

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— Team Manhandle Us

Chapter 2: Deeper Connections

Notes:

Welcome back, dear readers, and thank you for the overwhelming love you showed us in the first chapter!

We highly recommend some smooth jazz to keep your sanity intact while reading this chapter—trust us, you’re gonna need it. Also: take breaks. Hydrate. Breathe. Scream into your pillow. You’re about to dive into 16k of ‘straight’ porn.

Yes, it’s cluttered. Yes, it’s messy. But come on… it’s an orgy. It’s supposed to be a little overwhelming.

Have fun. We certainly did.

PS: Author two was paralyzed on the day of publishing chapter 2. Yes, author two is the same author who was hospitalized. Yes, author two is our graacee. (She’s kinda fine now, but this fic is cursed).

—Team Manhandle Us

Jeongin stood in pure disbelief as he took in the unbelievable scene unfolding in front of him. Seungmin was kneeling naked, Changbin and Chan were caught in some physical struggle as they tried to untangle from each other, Hyunjin was currently blowing Felix, and Minho was three fingers deep inside of Jisung’s rim. It was a lot to take in to say the least.  

“O—oh my god...” That was all that Jeongin could manage to repeat, almost like he was stuck in a trance. The different pairs had different reactions, Hyunjin was mortified as he quickly wiped his mouth and a flustered Felix pulled a pillow over his lap, whilst Changbin quickly shuffled away from Chan. Minho, however, didn’t seem to care as he stole Jisung’s attention with a deep and desperate kiss whilst his fingers continued to curl into him.

“God, Innie! You are honestly such a cockblock, and all because you never get laid! You just fucked up my orgasm, you bastard. Whatever happened to letting us know you were on the way home?” Seungmin complained in a whiney tone as his cock dripped with precum which he desperately tried to hide with his hands, Changbin noticing and secretly loving the sight.

“I didn’t know that I would come home to some awful sex nightmare! I mean, after a long day of rehearsing I just wanted to chill out. But now I can't because the whole dorm is covered in towels and slippery with lube… What the hell were you all thinking?” Jeongin complained, continuing to rant on further, which was probably caused from exhaustion and built up stress.

“I.N-ah!” Minho yelled but not in a genuinely angry way, more frustration. “Stop complaining, you’re giving me blue-balls. Either sit down, shut up, and enjoy the show or just go to your room,” Minho said with a look that said ‘Stop being a cumblocker’ before returning his gaze to Jisung, who had his face buried in one of the pink pillows which he held tightly to shield himself from the embarrassment of being still stretched open in front of the maknae. 

Jeongin felt frozen for a moment, but his feet moved without thought and when he snapped back to reality, he was sitting next to Chan with a half annoyed but slightly interested gaze, eyes glued to the way Minho was above Jisung. 

‘God, this is so wrong’, he thought to himself, but he was being pulled away from that voice in his head as he saw Hyunjin’s mouth return to Felix which created a small sound of wet suction. Jeongin knew he was straight, never questioned his sexuality, but something about the way his greatest friends were all over each other was making his stomach curdle. Yet, it wasn’t a bad feeling, in fact, it was far from it.

As Jeongin sat next to Chan, watching how Minho went straight back into fingering Jisung’s hole, he couldn’t stop the feeling of a familiar warmth pooling in his lower abdomen. His cheeks, still slightly flushed from his hard work throughout the day, only seemed to grow darker as his lips fell open by an inch. Jeongin knew this was wrong, that he was too innocent for this and that if anyone were to ever find out about this they would probably get scolded to the max, yet he didn’t seem to care that much. 

First, his eyes shot to Hyunjin and Felix. Hyunjin had fully taken Felix into his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth as his lips grazed the flat skin beneath his cock. It was almost mesmerising in a way. The blonde boy had his fingers intertwined, wrapped in Hyunjin’s hair as his head was tossed back, making his hair sprawl out and Adam’s apple more defined. 

Jeongin almost wanted to touch himself as he watched, but he was too scared, so he tried to look away. 

That alone was enough to make his thoughts spiral. Did he really enjoy the way Hyunjin sucked Felix’s dick, or was it just pent up frustration? Jeongin had to forcefully pull his eyes away as Hyunjin swallowed every drop of cum he could milk out of Felix’s cock, licking the corners of his lips clean, before glancing to the other side of the room.

His attention was grasped by a whine that Jisung let out, and he was surprised with the show he and Minho put on. Minho hovered above Jisung, three fingers deep inside of him as he kept their lips locked together in a soft yet wanting kiss, tongues tangled and lips tugging. 

The sight only made Jeongin more worked up. Jisung, who he always saw as the other sweet and cute boy of the group, was now sprawled out on the pillows, mouth wide as Minho tongue-fucked his mouth, eyes rolled back in the pleasure of having his body wrecked by sensations. 

Minho broke away from the kiss before pushing his forefinger to Jisung’s lips, breaking through the seal of his mouth. Jisung eagerly wrapped and swirled his tongue around Minho’s finger, moaning as the older pushed his middle finger into his mouth to join the first. 

Jisung always had a slight kink for being gagged, but not to the extreme, and Minho respected that. The younger desperately lapped his tongue over Minho’s two fingers as the pad of his fingertips reached further back in his throat, all whilst whining the whole time, gulping and gagging around the intrusion. 

The sight turned Jeongin on—a lot, but he wouldn’t admit it.

But there were also the other boys, Seungmin, Chan and Changbin. Changbin had resumed grinding against Chan’s thigh, long rolls of his hips as Seungmin fucked himself to the sight of his boyfriend humping his oldest hyung’s leg. 

Jeongin started to spiral again. ‘Does it really feel that good that Changbinnie-hyung is moaning like that?’ He thought to himself. 

Before he knew it or realized it, his own hand was resting on top of his aching boner, that he had sprouted without realising it, and he tried to subtly get some friction. 

That was before Minho noticed anyway.

“Yah, Jeongin-ah,” Minho said with that same mischievous tone he always had, gently pulling his fingers out of Jisung. “Use this,” He grinned as he threw the vibrating butt plug to Jeongin, which landed on the sofa with a soft thud. 

Jeongin’s eyes widened as he looked down at it. Of course—the gift basket that Minho made for his and Chan’s dorm which so easily contained the vibrating pink butt plug with rhinestones on the bottom. He shakily picked it up, face now redder than the shirt he was wearing.

“Are you joking, Minho-hyung? I’m not a fucking gay ass like you guys!” Jeongin protested but Minho just kept the same casual grin on his face before returning his attention to his boyfriend. 

Jisung had that shocked hamster look on his face as he heard the maknae swear, which was a rare thing to hear, however his protests were very funny to them all. The other seemed to be slightly surprised at his curses, but nobody commented on it.

“Just use it, you look like you’re going to fall apart at the seams if you don’t,” Minho gave his last comment before locking lips with Jisung again, who copied his grin slightly.

Jeongin looked down at the butt plug and saw the settings on it. Being overly curious, he pressed the button with the highest setting. The toy buzzed and the vibrations made his finger turn numb, resulting in the youngest dropping it. It landed squarely on his erection, by accident, and he unwillingly let out a loud and crude moan at the feeling whilst his hand scrambled to remove it from his aching cock. As he picked it up and pulled it away from his lap, Jeongin felt a small, slick bead of precum leak into his boxers. 

Jeongin took one last glance at the other seven boys before just thinking ‘Fuck it’ and gently placed the toy back against his hardened tent. At first, he squirmed slightly, scared to get called out by the others; however no one batted an eye. With a sudden need for more, he rubbed it along his cock, concealed in his sweatpants whilst a string of moans left his lips. It had to be the best feeling ever, despite the fact he had a real life porn movie happening in front of his eyes; but that actually amplified his pleasure.

Jeongin’s hips bucked into the vibrating butt plug as he rolled it over his tip, eliciting many moans from the back of his throat as he grinded into the silicone. Jeongin flipped it around, rubbing the rhinestoned bottom of the plug against his covered tip, the coarse feeling making him almost yell out. He was getting overstimulated, but the pleasure overtook him and that was just the beginning of it. 

So, for once, he shut his brain off, focusing on the intense physical sensations and letting his eyes travel across the room, landing onto the most experienced couple, trying to tune himself into the same mood as the others. 

His gaze was entirely focused on them, failing to notice Changbin lifting himself from Chan’s lap and moving next to the armchair with Seungmin, a hand resting on the dip of the younger’s thin waist while the other smacked the singer’s ass playfully, their giggles and fond kisses mingling with all the moans echoing in the room. 

From where he was sitting, he saw Minho hovering above Jisung as he slowly littered kisses along his neck. Jisung's fingers were wrapped in Minho’s hair, slowly guiding the older boy’s face down his chest. Minho’s kisses turned into bites and suction as his lips reached places that could easily be concealed, leaving purple marks all over Jisung's body.

“Fuck, jagi...” Jisung moaned out as his hips arched up, causing his slightly sweaty skin to brush and stick to Minho’s. The older’s arm slinked under Jisung, fingers splayed across his lower back as he held their bodies together. 

Without warning, Minho positioned himself between Jisung’s legs, staring down at the younger, whose hair was slick with sweat and face flushed a deep red. He used his hands to part Jisung’s legs wide, lining his throbbing cock up against his tight hole, despite their well-used prep. Minho lay his hands on Jisung’s waist before pushing his hips forward, a groan escaping his lips.

“God, bug… you’re so tight...” Minho groaned out as he pushed his dick into Jisung once again, squeezing every last inch in. The dancer’s hips rolled against Jisung, his ass spread wide and enveloping every inch of Minho’s cock whilst a string of moans fell from his lips.

“S—shut up,” Jisung moaned out as his hands reached up to grab onto Minho’s shoulders, nails almost breaking the soft skin. “Don’t talk so dirty...” He added pathetically with a whine.

“You know you like it,” Minho commented with a smirk whilst his lips fell to Jisung’s forehead, hands massaging his sides whilst his cock rolled in and out of the younger boy. “Look at you, being all pretty and naked underneath me for everyone to see. That's just how Hannie likes it, isn't it?” Minho teased, pushing the humiliation on him gently. 

Jisung whined again as his body arched up. The public humiliation turned him on more than he wanted to admit and his fingers dug even harder into Minho’s shoulders. The older picked up on it and pushed the matter further, all whilst pressing soft kisses into Jisung’s face despite fucking his hole open.

“All where everyone can watch you squirming and moaning for me, taking my big cock like the good boy you are, hmm?” Minho continued as his hand pressed down on Jisung’s lower stomach, suddenly amplifying the feelings in the younger's body, which made him cry out a loud moan. 

“Ah!—Don't play dirty Lee Minho!” Jisung said in a faux firm tone, however it came out as a desperate whimper. Minho loved it when he tried to act scary by calling him by his full name, because it always made Jisung seem even cuter.

“Aww, is Hannie-baby getting all flustered? Are there too many people looking at you as you get your pretty, little hole fucked open?” Minho replied in a tone which was heavily laced with teasing and arousal, making Jisung give him a weak glare.

Jisung grew more annoyed with the comments as Minho was using them more than normal, more than when they had the occasional threesome. He was also annoyed that Minho wouldn’t let it rest.

“Wait... cinnamon,” Jisung said quietly yet hesitantly with a bright red face, hands loosening from Minho’s shoulders to almost push him away. The older one instantly stopped, looking down with a wide eyed expression as he heard the safe word and realized that he had taken it too far.

“I'm sorry, jagi-ya. What happened? I didn’t mean to upset you, I won't do it again,” Minho apologized frantically with a sincere expression whilst his fingers rubbed gentle and mindless patterns into Jisung’s abdominal muscles.

“It’s okay, just tone it down a little. This is the first time we’ve had an orgy and it’s taking a lot more of a mental toll on me than I initially anticipated,” Jisung instantly felt safe under Minho’s sincere and apologetic gaze, his hands soothing his tensed up muscles and mind in seconds. 

They paused for a minute, drinking in the feeling of just having each other's presence and calming down for a few moments, regaining their boundaries for this new scene.

“Okay... I'm okay,” Jisung said in a quiet tone, smiling softly at his boyfriend who still hovered above him.

Minho nodded in confirmation as he slowly continued to thrust into Jisung with a less humiliating tone.

“You look so beautiful like this,” the dancer commented as his hands and fingers splayed over the younger’s chest with gentle caution, index finger tracing the shape of his compass tattoo fondly, resuming their intimate moment. With each roll or jolt of Minho’s hips, Jisung let out soft, incoherent noises which only willed Minho on further. 

Slowly, the pillow pile beneath them was separating and getting more and more wrecked, almost representing how Jisung was feeling with each passing moment. Their noises both added to the atmosphere of the room, caught in their own world as their breath merged to one. So the rapper pulled Minho down to crush their lips together in a messy kiss filled with scrapes of teeth, wet noises of tongues and desperate pecks.

Minutes seemed to feel like seconds as their thoughts were filled purely with each other and nothing but them, even with the chaos happening in the space around and the occasional onlooking gaze from another person. Minho’s cock rolled at an urgent pace that kept them both on the thin line of control, and Jisung’s hips pushed down at a frequent pace, making a delicious sound of skin slapping together. 

Their lips pulled apart for just a split second for air as their foreheads rested together, a thin sheen of sweat combining between both of them. 

“I love you, bunny,” Jisung muttered out whilst his eyes fluttered closed for a split second, the casual words often being said but meaning more every time. 

“I love you, bug,” Minho whispered back in a soft tone, his words holding a level of affection that was only created and only existed for Jisung’s ears.

Their lips fell together like a magnetic pull, softer this time, one that wasn’t for the lust, the sex or arousal, one that meant love, care and affection between the two. Jisung’s lips softly met Minho’s, plush and slightly swollen, in a way that said more that one thousand words ever could and Minho’s pushed back in the exact same way. The only way to describe it was love. 

Their moment lasted a while, climax building and sweat layering whilst they shared a scene of love yet lust, all at one time.

Meanwhile, Felix and Hyunjin had moved from the armchair to the floor, and now the older was laying draped over Felix’s smaller frame, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. Strands of Hyunjin’s hair had fallen forward, shadowing his face in a soft darkness as he hovered above him, breath warm against Felix’s lips.

Felix looked up, eyes glassy with need, cheeks flushed with both affection and want. He reached up gently, fingers threading through Hyunjin’s hair to tuck it behind his ears, revealing the full beauty of his face. His palms lingered on his cheeks, thumbs brushing over his high cheekbones before pulling him down into a kiss.

It was slow at first—sweet and tentative—but the undercurrent of desperation was impossible to miss. Felix nipped at Hyunjin’s bottom lip, soft but deliberate, silently begging him to understand what he wasn’t brave enough to say out loud. His body trembled with need, the heat inside him almost painful with how badly he needed more.

Hyunjin seemed to sense it, even if he wasn’t quite ready to give in just yet. He shifted lower, his lips ghosting from the corner of Felix’s mouth, up to the sharp edge of his cheekbone, then down to his jaw. Each kiss was featherlight, reverent. By the time he reached the curve of Felix’s neck, his lips parted, brushing against the younger’s pulse with a softness that made Felix shiver.

It was tender—achingly so—but Felix’s hands tightened in the fabric of Hyunjin’s boxer’s waistband. His breath hitched in his throat, eyes fluttering shut as the slow affection only made his craving more unbearable. It was beautiful, yes—but he needed more. Needed Hyunjin to really touch him.

Beside them, Seungmin let out a loud, wrecked moan as Changbin tongued him open, his body trembling on all fours. One of his hands reached behind his back, fingers threading tightly through his boyfriend’s hair, pushing him closer and deeper into the heat between his cheeks.

From where he lay sprawled on their side, Felix had a clear view. Changbin’s face was buried between Seungmin’s legs, the stray strands of his fringe sticking to the sheen of sweat on Seungmin’s lower back. His grip on the younger’s ass was brutal, knuckles white from how hard he was spreading him, red bruises already blooming beautifully beneath his fingers. His tongue worked with practiced skill, hungry to taste Seungmin.

It wasn’t the first time Felix had seen Seungmin completely lost in pleasure, and his body responded to the familiar sight almost instinctively. He reached out without thinking, offering his hand to ground him. Seungmin grabbed it immediately, their fingers tangling tightly together. He buried his flushed face into the crook of his own arm, moaning into the skin, trying to muffle the filthy sounds pouring out of him. 

But even as wrecked as he was, Seungmin’s best friend instincts didn’t falter. He cracked one eye open, darting a glance up at Felix that clearly said, ‘Dude? Is he living up to your fantasy or do I need to tag in?’

Felix blinked, eyes caught halfway between laughing and groaning, his body burning from the inside out. He gave Seungmin’s hand a squeeze, the tiniest downturned smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He looked back at him, head tilting slightly as Hyunjin gently nibbled at the sensitive skin of his neck. It was soft—too soft. The kind of teasing that made Felix tangle his fingers in Hyunjin’s hair to keep him close, hoping he’d press in harder… but it never quite escalated. It wasn’t bad. It just wasn’t enough.

He didn’t know exactly how he felt about it. Was he disappointed? Not really. Hyunjin was still Hyunjin—the boy who made his heart beat stupidly fast just by smiling, who’d always known how to hold him when he was crying, who was about to fuck him senseless, eventually. But still, Felix had imagined something different. He thought that, because they clicked so effortlessly in life, that same magic would translate into the bedroom—or, apparently, the living room—no awkwardness, no hesitation.

But maybe that was a fantasy.

He thought about Seungmin and Changbin. How instantly explosive their sex life had been from day one, how perfectly their kinks fit, but Felix realized that they were polar opposites in nearly every way. Honestly, if Felix hadn’t witnessed the raw devotion between them firsthand, he might’ve never believed they were real. That kind of connection wasn’t always logical.

Maybe this would just take time. Maybe Hyunjin needed to learn how Felix liked to be touched—what made him tremble, what made him beg—and maybe Felix needed to figure Hyunjin out, too. It wasn’t a failure. It was… the start of something.

Still, something knotted tight in his chest. Just in case, he reached out, squeezing Seungmin’s hand, subtly signaling a quiet SOS.

Seungmin, despite the way his mouth was still spilling broken moans into the air, squeezed back instantly, grounding him with the simple gesture. Felix exhaled, trying to steady his heartbeat to match it.

A moment later, when Seungmin had caught enough breath to lift his head, his eyes met Felix’s, finding them hazy and blown wide, but sharp with need.

“I’ve got you,” Seungmin mouthed silently before turning his full attention to the taller boy, still buried in the crook of Felix’s neck.

“Hyunjinnie…” he whispered, watching as the boy lifted his head from Felix’s throat, eyes flicking to him in quiet confusion.

Seungmin gave a light slap to the crown of Changbin’s head, silently signaling for him to pull his sinful tongue out just for a second. He didn’t dare look back, knowing that the sight of his boyfriend’s chin covered in spit would be too much for his already fragile self-control. Instead, he crawled closer to Hyunjin and Felix, dragging Changbin along with him. The moment Seungmin returned to all fours, Changbin dove back in, devouring him like a man starved.

“Try licking his neck and collarbones,” Seungmin instructed Hyunjin, reaching for Felix’s hand again and intertwining their fingers.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened momentarily, tempted to follow but the familiar action now felt more intimidating because someone else told him to do it, as well as the pressure of the possibility of failing Felix in front of his closest friend. However, Hyunjin eventually realized he wouldn’t be judged and leaned back down, his hot, wet tongue dragging a thick stripe along the column of Felix’s neck, making the blonde boy shiver and gasp.

“Like this?” Hyunjin mumbled against his skin. The warm puffs of air from his words cooled the wet trail instantly, and Felix moaned at the sudden contrast, goosebumps rippling across his skin. 

Seungmin smirked at the reaction, loving the way Felix melted. “Come on, tell him, Lixie. Tell him how good that made you feel,” Seungmin coaxed, his voice ragged from the way Changbin was still fucking him open with his tongue.

“S—so good,” Felix moaned, guiding Hyunjin’s head down to his collarbones. Hyunjin licked at the soft skin, then hesitantly scraped his teeth along the ridge of bone, smirking when Felix’s body arched into him.

“Now suck—oh, fuck yes, keep going, Bin. How did I survive all these years without your tongue buried in me?—Um—suck on his nipples,” Seungmin squeaked out. His head dropped between his shoulders, smiling widely at the tingly feeling of arousal coiling in his lower stomach while trying to instruct Hyunjin between curses and breathy praises for his boyfriend’s skills. 

Hyunjin followed the command, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along Felix’s chest until they found one of his pretty nipples. He wrapped his mouth around it, lapping slowly, teasing it with the faintest scrape of his teeth while rolling the other between his fingers. Felix moaned, his back arching instinctively, flushed cock twitching where it pressed against Hyunjin’s ribs. Hyunjin’s hand drifted lower, fingertips brushing the tip, finding it slick with precum, already dripping down to the base and over Felix’s balls.

Felix squeezed Seungmin’s hand again, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of sensation. Seungmin decided it was time to take it even further—just before giving in fully and letting them all get dicked down into oblivion.

“His body’s insanely sensitive to light touches,” Seungmin managed, voice strained as Changbin’s tongue left his rim to trail down his perineum, then wrapped his lips around his balls to suck them into his mouth. “See the goosebumps rising on his skin? You can make the most of it—his sensitivity—use it… caress him, lick his sweet spots, blow on his skin… Now you know how to get the prettiest sounds out of him.”

Hyunjin nodded, cheeks flushed, visibly turned on at the idea of Felix’s body reacting like a drawn bow, ready to snap at the right kind of touch.

“Tell him, Lix… What's your top sexual fantasy?” Seungmin asked, stumbling a little over his words as Changbin’s tongue returned to his stretched hole, drawing another helpless moan from his lips.

“F—feathers… dragging against my skin,” Felix mumbled, admitting to the fact that, even though earlier he may have mocked the tickle porn category, he was very into different, light sensations. 

Hyunjin bent down and kissed him, eager and hungry.

“I promise you, angel... We’re going to try that, and I’ll make you feel so good,” he whispered, kissing him again before turning his attention to Felix’s whole body. He worshiped him with a mix of licks, gentle drags of his fingertips, and soft breaths of air—just as Seungmin had instructed, just as Felix’s trembling form demanded.

By the time Hyunjin reached Felix’s inner thighs, the blonde was already a shuddering, panting mess. His pretty cock was twitching, leaking steadily down the shaft and dripping over his flushed, clenching rim.

Seungmin approached, a little unsteady on his feet, Changbin wrapped snugly around him, pressing sweet kisses to the back of his neck. He handed Hyunjin one of the bottles of lube, then bent down to speak low against his ear.

“Fold one of his legs up to his chest and angle your fingers upward,” Seungmin murmured with a smirk. “Trust me, it’ll drive him insane.”

Hyunjin swallowed, nodding with intent, but couldn’t help asking, “How do you even know all this about his body?”

Seungmin grinned, unabashed. “Because he’s my best friend. And we’ve kind of… developed a habit over the years. You know—we masturbated a lot together… sharing techniques. Trying things out together is safer than doing it alone,” he shrugged like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Trust me… Put anything that vibrates in his ass and he’ll cum three times in a row, sobbing and choking on his own moans,” Seungmin let out a breathy chuckle. “It almost sounds as pretty as when I was sucking Binnie off and I stuck a finger up his ass,” Seungmin added with a wide grin.

Hyunjin didn’t know if he should be shocked or burst out laughing, but his body took over and chose the latter, causing a loud and amused laugh to escape his lips. Seungmin mouthed a quick half-apologetic “Sorry,” at Changbin for telling everyone about his secret discovery of the magical world of prostate orgasms. 

But Hyunjin nearly choked on his own spit, eyes wide, as his brain caught up with the whole meaning of the sentence Seungmin had said. “Right. Noted. Sterilize every vibrating toy I own, maybe also the electric toothbrush in case the batteries run off,” he muttered aroused under his breath, already mentally adding it to his to do list. Then he chuckled at himself and at the eagerness of his own thoughts.

Seungmin just laughed and shifted on the floor, dropping to his knees beside Felix’s flushed face. The boy’s breath was short, eyes dazed, completely fucked out already.

“Enjoy your dicking down, man. I’ve got a feeling it’s gonna be spectacular,” Seungmin said warmly, brushing the hair from Felix’s forehead before pressing a soft kiss to it. “Also, sorry for all the times Binnie and I disturbed your alone time.”

With one last grin, he stood and let Changbin guide him back toward the couch, leaving Felix in Hyunjin’s now experienced hands. And when Changbin questioned him too about his knowledge of Felix’s body and Seungmin explained it to him, a loud chuckle and a sloppy, incredulous kiss echoed through the walls of the dorm.

Felix’s breath hitched as Hyunjin settled between his legs, the lube bottle now slick and warm in his trembling fingers. His thighs quivered, spread wide, his skin flushed and glistening, glowing with sweat and need.

“Can I?” Hyunjin whispered, barely audible over the sharp sounds of Felix’s shallow panting.

Felix nodded, face pink and eyes heavy with lust. “Yes. I’m green like a forest,” he chuckled breathlessly, the safeword sounding almost silly in the haze of tension. Hyunjin smiled at the reply and leaned down to kiss the jut of Felix’s hipbone, soft and fond.

That was all the permission he needed.

He hooked one of Felix’s legs and folded it up toward his chest, just as Seungmin had instructed. The position opened him perfectly, giving Hyunjin an unfiltered view of his twitching, clenching rim, slick and messy from sweat and precum. He bit down a moan and popped the cap open, coating his fingers generously with lube.

He started slow, easing in one knuckle at a time, careful not to push too fast. Even that had Felix writhing and gasping, the stretch making his back arch and his thighs twitch.

“Shh… you’re doing so well,” Hyunjin whispered, leaning forward to flick his tongue over Felix’s nipple, never stopping the movement of his finger as it curled inside.

The moment he angled up, Felix let out a choked moan, loud and shaky.

“F—fuck! Right there, Jinnie,” he cried out, clinging to the sweat-soaked towel beneath him like it could anchor him to reality. 

Hyunjin grinned, awestruck yet still a little hesitant. “Oh my god… Seungmin wasn’t kidding.”

“Of course he wasn’t. He fingered me so many times,” Felix hissed, dragging out the ‘s’ through gritted teeth. His head tipped back, sweat glistening in his hairline. “God, don’t stop,” he moaned.

So Hyunjin didn’t dare to stop. He pushed in a second finger, angling up just like before, rubbing firmly against Felix’s prostate. Felix let out a wrecked sound, something between a low whine and a broken sob, as his hips lifted off the floor. The sounds, and how Felix reacted, gave the older a newfound sense of confidence.

“Angel…” Hyunjin murmured, voice going dark and velvet. “You’re clenching so hard. You’re already close, aren’t you?”

Felix nodded frantically, too far gone to form words, his hands flying up to grip the pillow lying next to him, just to keep himself grounded.

“Good,” Hyunjin’s voice lowered, adding a third finger and twisting his wrist as he began to fuck them into him with precise strokes. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re shaking.” 

The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of Felix’s slick hole filled the room, louder with every thrust. Felix’s body trembled, his cock jerking against his lower stomach, smearing precum in thick streaks across his flushed skin whilst he listened to the dirty talk Hyunjin was suddenly spitting on his skin.

Hyunjin’s free hand slid up and wrapped around the shaft, stroking with deliberate pressure, his thumb swiping across the leaking tip. Felix whimpered, thighs twitching.

“Need you in me,” he gasped. “Right now.”   

Hyunjin leaned in close, his lips brushing Felix’s ear with a sweetness that made the contrast of his filthy fingers even more intense. “Okay. More lube?”

Felix nodded as Hyunjin gently pulled his fingers free and the younger collapsed against the floor, boneless and buzzing, his eyes barely able to focus on the ceiling above.

But then a sudden, high-pitched, unfamiliar moan rang out across the room.

The sound was loud and wrecked, almost too high to be human, and it sent a spike of heat straight to Felix’s gut. His cock twitched violently.

He turned his head toward the source, just as Hyunjin did, eyes wide, uncapped bottle of lube still forgotten in his hand.

A few feet from them, Jeongin’s loud and lewd moan pierced through the atmosphere that was created by the other seven boys as the vibrating plug rolled over his leaking tip. He was getting overstimulated—and fast. Jeongin’s eyes began to water and his knee bounced up and down faster than he could stop it whilst small whimpers of desperation left his lips. 

On the sofa next to him, Chan noticed. The leader scooted closer with slow hesitation and reached a hand out to hold his, interlinking their fingers, gaze soft as he looked at Jeongin. 

“Calm down, Jeongin-ah. Just take it slow,” Chan said softly as he locked eyes with Jeongin. The younger stared back with wide, glassy eyes and he almost gagged on his own spit when Chan guided his own hand. The older moved the younger’s hand to hold the plug at the base of his concealed cock, making the pleasure grow and yet more tolerable. 

“C—Channie-hyung, it’s too much,” Jeongin whispered out as his fingers tightly clasped around Chan’s with a certain level of need.  

“You’re okay, just take a breath and relax,” Chan replied, and Jeongin did just that, a shaky breath slowly filtering through his mouth and dispersing through his nose. Chan’s thumb massaged firm circles onto the back of Jeongin’s hand, a gentle reminder of his presence next to the younger and more timid boy. 

Jeongin’s breath and overstimulation seemed to calm down slightly and Chan gave his gentle words and gestures of reassurance to him, taking a few more deep breaths until he had relaxed to the point of enjoyment. The butt plug vibrated against the base of his cock before he rolled it up the length, dragging out a long moan from beneath his teeth. 

“That’s it, take it nice and slow. Be deliberate with it,” Chan said slowly, watching how Jeongin rolled the plug over his dick whilst his head slammed back and his eyes closed, a stuttering breath escaping him.

“C—circle it around the top,” Chan said in a breathless statement, watching the way Jeongin used the plug to get any type of release from this whole situation.

Jeongin, with no hesitation, rolled the top of the plug around the tip of his cock which caused him to squirm further down into the sofa and let out a loud whine, louder than any of the couples that were literally and figuratively getting spread open. 

Beads of precum rolled into Jeongin’s underwear before he decided it was getting too messy as he dropped the toy onto the sofa and shimmied his sweatpants down to his knees. 

They both grabbed the toy yet again and slipped their linked hands under Jeongin’s boxers, holding the plug against his bare tip which produced more precum from him. The strong vibrations of the toy made the substance splatter on his skin at a fast pace, some of the warm and sticky liquid hitting his shirt which was still laced with the smell of the dance studio, reminding the younger of the look of his own body in those tight fitted crop tops. Jeongin almost felt slightly disturbed by feeling more aroused with the memory of his own dazed eyes in the mirror, but he couldn’t deny it when it caused thin, beaded strings of precum to connect his tip and the slight sliver of skin on stomach which was exposed. 

“Fuck, Innie, you really aren’t holding back,” Chan said quietly, his own hand wrapped around his cock in his boxers, pumping it slowly to the sight of the other boys and the sound of Jeongin’s moans.

“Channie-hyung—fuck—it’s so good,” Jeongin whined out, allowing the vibrations to send waves of pleasure coursing through him. His hand tightened around the plug in Chan’s fingers when he felt the sensations hit a certain part of his body that didn’t even know how to describe, making his gut pool with a burning feeling. The warmth spread through his body, causing his eyes to roll back and his thigh muscles to clench.

“Now stop,” Chan commanded in a persuasive tone, keeping the more vulnerable one on edge as he guided his hand away. Jeongin took a few jolted and quick pants of breath as the feeling dispersed through his bones, his skin now felt cold in Chan’s hand as he held the plug on his thigh. 

As his cock slowly grew weaker, Chan guided Jeongin's hand that occupied the plug back to his dick which made the younger cry out once more. The sensations grew and built up as Jeongin gnawed down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. 

“H—How do you know all this, hyung?” The younger asked in a tone that sounded like he was wrecked, but in reality he hadn’t even came once yet, but that wouldn’t be the only time either.

“Just trust me, Jeonginnie, imagine if you were Hannie right now… do you see the way that Minho is kissing him like that?” Chan asked in a quiet voice, unsure how Jeongin would react to that, however it was a positive reaction.

“F—Ah, oh my god—hyung...” Jeongin gasped out as his knuckles turned white, nails digging into the pink silicone of the butt plug. 

A thick, white bead slowly rolled out of the slit on Jeongin’s cock as he looked at the two older boys before a slick stream of cum shot out onto his shirt whilst a long and dragged out moan stretched from his lips. He tried to move the vibrating plug away from his cock but Chan willed his hand to stay in place, creating another sliver of milky white cum to spray onto his shirt and exposed skin. 

“Don’t stop now, Innie,” Chan gently persuaded him to keep going, but careful not to push any boundaries that the younger wasn’t ready to cross just yet.

Jeongin’s head tipped back once more, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat whilst his cock continued to spurt the thick and warm substance onto his clothes and stomach, staining the fabric. His orgasm lasted for a few moments before his body went spineless, hand falling to his side as the toy continued to numb his hand with the strong buzzing, covered in his own release.

Jeongin’s breathing was ragged, uneven. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, abdomen tensing with the aftershocks of pleasure that still pulsed through his system. His cock twitched faintly as it slowly softened, and he blinked open one dazed eye to glance down at the mess splattered across his shirt, struggling to wrap his fuzzy brain around what had just happened.

“What the fuck… was… that?” he rasped, voice cracked and hoarse with disbelief.

“Um,” Chan replied, a little awkward but gentle, “you know, when you stimulate a penis… that tends to happen. It’s called an orgasm,” he shot Jeongin a sheepish look, already reaching to turn off the still-warm plug held in their hands. Only then Jeongin noticed Chan’s fingers still loosely curled around his own.

“I know what an orgasm is, hyung,” Jeongin snapped, flushed with embarrassment. Then, after a pause, his voice dropped to a mutter, covering his face with his hands. “I just… didn’t think that thing would feel like… that.”

Chan chuckled softly, clearly amused, but careful not to push. “Was it good?” he asked as soon as he peeled the younger’s hands from his face, casually wiping off the toy using a less-soiled part of Jeongin’s shirt. The younger gave him a death glare.

“Seriously?” Jeongin growled, but Chan only smiled back, with dimples sticking out, infuriatingly unbothered. After a moment, Jeongin sighed in surrender. “…Y—yeah. Yeah, it was… amazing, hyung.”

Chan’s expression softened instantly. Sensing the shift, he gently moved the plug from the maknae’s sight, tucking it into the waistband of his boxers, and wrapped his arms around Jeongin without hesitation, pulling him flush against his bare chest.

“Hyung, no—I’m gross, don’t hug me,” Jeongin protested weakly, trying to wriggle out of the embrace before he got any more of his shirt’s stickiness on Chan.

“Don’t care. You need body heat. Otherwise you’re gonna spiral,” Chan said simply, voice firm but full of care. He ignored Jeongin’s token resistance and tugged him closer until Jeongin’s face was buried in the soft warmth behind his ear, lips ghosting warmly over his neck. Chan took Jeongin’s hand in his and kissed his knuckles, lips warm and soft against the younger’s skin.

Despite himself, Jeongin melted into it. As much as he constantly complained about his hyungs being too touchy or never respecting his personal space… right now, this was what he needed. The familiar scent of Chan’s shampoo, the grounding weight of his arms, the slow, soothing scratch of fingers through his hair—everything helped reel him back from the edge.

He let out a small, satisfied sigh, letting his mind quiet.

But the moment didn’t last long.

Barely a few minutes had passed when Seungmin and Changbin wandered over to the couch. Seungmin nudged Chan’s foot with his own, the motion casual but insistent, clearly trying to get his attention.

“Don’t get me wrong—you’re cute and all—but can we use the couch now?” Seungmin deadpanned as soon as the cuddling duo turned their way.

Changbin’s jaw practically hit the floor when he got a good look at Jeongin—shirt rucked up and stained, hair sticky with sweat, skin flushed, and clearly marked with streaks of cum.

“Oh my god—” Changbin gasped, pointing a scandalized finger at Chan. “You monster! Did you deflower our baby?” 

Chan blinked at him, utterly confused. Before he could respond, though, Jeongin groaned and sat up slightly, waving a hand in the air to shut them both up.

“Why does everyone act like I’m some kind of priest?” he grumbled. “Actually—no. Don’t answer that,” he rubbed a hand down his face, already regretting his choice of words, then added flatly, “I jerk off like a normal person.” 

Seungmin, who had been silently and very deliberately eyeing every bit of Jeongin’s post-orgasm wreckage—his flushed skin, the glistening cum still wet on his stomach, the twitch of his thighs—tilted his head and smirked.

“You look good like this, Jeongin-ah,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Messy. Makes me want to lick you clean.” 

Jeongin turned to him with wide, panicked eyes, mouth opening in shock, only for Changbin to smack the back of Seungmin’s neck with a loud whack.

“Seriously?” Changbin gaped at his boyfriend. “You’re misbehaving so much today. Should I put you over my lap and teach you a lesson?” 

Seungmin only smiled wider, clearly enjoying himself. He pressed a hand to his chest and nodded solemnly whilst speaking in a voice heavily laced with sarcasm. “Yes, Master. I’ve been so bad. Drag me across your lap, spank me hard. But oh, right—where could you sit to do that? Hmm. The couch, perhaps?”

He turned with exaggerated patience toward the still-seated pair, voice sugar-sweet. “Scoot. Couch’s ours now,” Seungmin said with a faux polite tone, shooting Chan a pointed glare to get his message across. 

Chan burst into laughter, ruffling Jeongin’s hair before helping him up with a hand on the small of his back. “Come on, let’s leave the freaks to it,” he muttered fondly, guiding him toward the spare pile of towels and pillows near the entryway.

As soon as the space cleared, Seungmin flopped dramatically onto the towel-draped couch, yanking Changbin down with him by the wrists. The older boy let himself fall between Seungmin’s spread legs, settling his weight there with ease, and leaned in to kiss him—deep, filthy, hungry. Seungmin moaned into it, fingers tangling in Changbin’s hair like he was trying to climb inside of him.

“I should really punish you,” Changbin murmured against his lips, biting down on the plush of Seungmin’s bottom lip hard enough to sting. The younger whimpered, chasing the sensation, arching into Changbin’s touch.

“How about you just do whatever the fuck you want with me?” Seungmin offered, tipping his head back to expose his throat. Changbin didn’t hesitate, dragging his tongue along the sensitive skin before trailing past his chest, stopping only to leave marks where clothes could easily hide them.

A couple of nights ago, they’d gotten particularly creative, testing which spots were best for hickeys without getting caught. Changbin had insisted anything beneath the chest was safe. Seungmin, however, was still trying to persuade him otherwise, subtly hinting with every moan and tug that he preferred the marks lower, more hidden. His ass and inner thighs had looked like a colorful canvas by the end of that night. 

And the morning after, when he’d caught a glimpse of his thighs in the mirror, painted dark purple and red, and the hickeys on his ass—one suspiciously shaped like a heart—he came untouched. Legs trembling, hole still sore, fingers buried deep inside himself on the cold tile floor. He wanted to wake up every day painted in bruises like art.  

Changbin rose from the couch and grabbed Seungmin, easily manhandling him until his body slid off the cushions, knees hitting the fluffy towel as Changbin bent him over. Seungmin’s cheek pressed into the soft fabric that covered the couch, ass raised high. Changbin knelt behind him, eyeing the way Seungmin’s rim glistened, already prepped with lube from earlier—the younger had slicked himself up before handing the bottle off to Hyunjin.

Changbin spread him open, humming low as he took in the view. “Fucking perfect,” Changbin hissed. He spat directly onto his hole, watching the wetness drip down before he smeared it in with his thumb. Seungmin shuddered violently, jerking forward from the sudden stimulation.

“Stay still,” he warned, voice low and rough against Seungmin’s ear. “Or use your safeword.”

Seungmin trembled beneath him, voice strained. “Just so you know… I might come in, like, two seconds. I’ve been on edge for the last hour—and your fucking tongue didn’t help.”

Changbin smirked, gripping his cock as he pulled one of Seungmin’s cheeks apart and sank in with a single, deep thrust. He didn’t wait, just began pounding into him, one hand pressed firmly against Seungmin’s lower back for leverage, his thumb grazing the stretched rim that clung desperately around him.

“Fucking finally,” Seungmin moaned, his voice muffled by the cushions as his body jolted with each deep, precise stroke. The couch rocked beneath them, every slam knocking the breath from his lungs, his thighs trembling with pleasure.

Changbin didn’t hold back. His hips snapped forward with purpose, ass flexing with every thrust as he laid sharp, stinging slaps to Seungmin’s tender skin. The younger sobbed, the wet, broken sounds spilling out of him louder than anyone else’s in the room, but he didn’t care. He clung to the towels like a lifeline, fists clenched so tight his knuckles went white, body convulsing from the relentless drag against his sweet spot. The heat was delicious, making his cock drip with precum, soaking the fabric on the floor in a sticky mess.

Then, abruptly, the couch dipped beside him.

Seungmin flinched, body jerking as his dazed brain scrambled to register what was happening. A voice—low, casual—filtered through the haze, someone speaking to Changbin.

And suddenly, Changbin slowed.

No. No no no. No!

Seungmin’s eyes flew open in disbelief, rage and desperation swirling in his chest. Not again. Not another interruption. Not another cruel, unintentional edging. His orgasm had been right there, trembling on the edge of a cliff—and now it was slipping from his grasp, just like before.

He wanted to scream. Or cry. Or die. Preferably all at once.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop or I’ll fucking kill you,” Seungmin choked out, too far gone and weak to lift his head or turn around to glare at his boyfriend properly. His threat barely came out as a whimper, but the desperation behind it was sharp enough to make Changbin let out a breathless laugh, low and fond, and obey without hesitation. His thrusts resumed instantly—deep, deliberate, brutal in their precision. He angled just right, grinding into the spot that made Seungmin see stars, dragging broken sobs from his throat with every movement.

On the couch beside them, Jisung turned his head toward the noise. His eyes widened as he caught sight of Seungmin’s face. His eyes were half-lidded and rolled back, showing only a little hint of white in them, cheeks wet with tears and spit shining along half of his face.

“Dude… are you drooling?” Jisung blurted, grabbing Seungmin’s chin roughly to tilt his head and get a better look, both fascinated and slightly horrified. 

Then he glanced at Changbin, whose face was twisted in concentration and pleasure, jaw clenched and skin flushed. “What the fuck are you doing to him?”

He turned to Minho beside him, eyes wide in disbelief. “Can you believe this?”

Minho just laughed under his breath, eyes lingering on the scene with a strange softness.

Neither Changbin nor Seungmin replied. Seungmin couldn’t, his body was too lost in overwhelming pleasure, every nerve on fire. And then, finally, it hit.

He came with a strangled groan, thighs quivering violently as he kept fucking himself back onto Changbin’s cock, riding his orgasm. His cock pulsed untouched, shooting hot cum over the towels Chan—thank god—had laid down beforehand on every inch of the couch. Every drop of tension that had built up in his body for the last hour now poured out of him in intense, satisfying waves.

Changbin pulled out gently, still hard but entranced by the sight of the younger boy, wrecked and shuddering, but held back as his main priority was Seungmin, and Seungmin only. He caught him as he collapsed backward, cradling him carefully. Grabbing a towel from nearby, he wiped the tears and spit from his face, then cleaning the mess off his trembling body with quiet, loving strokes.

Seungmin sagged into him, letting his back rest against Changbin’s chest as he caught his breath. Their fingers laced naturally as Changbin wrapped his arms around him. Seungmin lifted one of those joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the knuckles.

When he finally looked up, he found Changbin already watching him with soft, reverent eyes. Seungmin couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and kissed him, slow and warm, so he did.

“Did we just witness some kind of torture, or was that a normal thing between you two?” Minho asked dryly, not bothering to tiptoe around their post-orgasm cuddle bubble.

“Huh? I thought in seven years you two had tried all kinds of stuff,” Changbin said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but none of us ever started drooling,” Jisung cut in, wide-eyed and mildly scandalized. “Is he really that good for you?” he asked Seungmin directly.

Seungmin shot him a look like, ‘Seriously? Do I really need to answer?’ But he answered anyway, sighing out a chuckle.

“When I’m really pent up, I need to shut my brain off and focus only on what I’m feeling. So yeah, sometimes I lose control a bit. I like it. He likes it. And it gives him an ego boost knowing he can fuck me that good.”

He smiled to himself, closing his eyes as Changbin began scratching gently at his scalp, humming in contentment.

Seungmin cracked one eye open again, gaze shifting to the still-entangled pair on the other end of the couch. “Why are you two here anyway?” he asked, blinking at them. “Last time I saw you, you were fucking each other’s brains out next to Hyunjin and Felix. What? Change of scenery?”

“Yeah, tell them why you pulled out when I was literally about to cum and carried me here princess style like some damsel in distress,” Jisung complained, arms crossed and glaring at Minho.  

Minho’s face twisted in mild horror. “I don’t know what kind of freaky ritual is happening over there, but I swear Hyunjin spat on my foot.”

He gestured vaguely toward where Felix and Hyunjin were still going at it loudly and apparently—in Minho’s eyes—without regard for bodily fluids boundaries.

Seungmin and Changbin both burst out laughing, their bodies shaking with the effort not to double over.

Seungmin wiped a tear from his eye and thought, ‘Note to self: restock the candy jar at home and drag Felix into spilling a detailed review.’ He was dying to know every single detail of how their first time was going.

Minho looked vaguely offended at their laughter. “Anyway,” he started again once they’d calmed down, “we were going to ask if we could join. But… I’m guessing that’s too late now?”

“Oh no, give me five minutes and I’m good to go for round two,” Seungmin said cheerfully—only to gasp as Changbin accidentally shifted his still-hard cock between his cheeks, involuntarily teasing his sensitive rim.

Seungmin groaned low in his throat. “Correction: make that two minutes.”

Changbin smirked, amused by how responsive his boyfriend’s body was to his touch. “How needy...” 

Minho and Jisung were, to say the least, dumbfounded when Seungmin actually kept his promise—just a couple of minutes later, he was hard again, rubbing the tip of his cock to coax himself fully erect while Changbin kissed him like a man starved. 

Minho watched them, struck by the raw intensity between the two. He saw in them an echo of himself and a younger Jisung, back when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other for more than a few minutes.

They still had a damn good sex life, no doubt. But that early-stage hunger had softened into something deeper, more like an overwhelming craving not just for each other’s bodies but for the comfort, the quiet. Lately, he found himself wanting to shove his head under the hem of Jisung’s hoodie and rest his cheek against his boyfriend’s bare stomach, letting the rise and fall of his breath ground him. He wanted to just stay there, tucked into the scent of Jisung’s skin, hiding from the world in the most sacred place he knew: his soulmate’s presence.

What Changbin and Seungmin had wasn’t lesser—it was just newer. They were still discovering each other, mapping out every inch, trying and failing to get enough. And that was beautiful in its own right.

The thought made Minho’s heart swell, pride tightening in his chest. Him and Jisung had made it through so much. Through the pressure, the secrecy, the exhausting industry that never stopped trying to tear them apart. And yet, here they were.

Minho, already buried deep inside Jisung from behind, reached forward and gently gripped his boyfriend’s shoulder. Jisung arched into it, bending his neck so he could look up at Minho upside down. The older wrapped an arm around his chest, pulling him close, then kissed him softly. It was a kiss that lingered, full of all those words he often failed to say.

“What was that for?” Jisung asked breathlessly, lips curving into a smile despite the arousal flushing his cheeks and the dazed glint in his eyes.

“Nothing,” Minho murmured. “I just love you.”

Jisung’s heart-shaped grin deepened. “Loved you first,” he whispered, brushing their noses together.

“Loved you more,” Minho answered, then kissed him again.

In front of them, Changbin and Seungmin mirrored them in position, with Changbin bent over Seungmin’s arched back, kissing him messily, like he was trying to taste every part of his soul.

And maybe it was the intimacy in that moment, or maybe it was Seungmin’s previous blissed-out face still fresh in his mind, but something in Jisung clicked. He dropped his shoulders low, pressing his chest to the floor, and started rolling his hips back against Minho’s cock, fucking himself on it with increasing urgency. His back arched just right, his thighs trembling with effort and pleasure.

Maybe this whole chaotic orgy was messing with his head, but he felt… competitive. Not in a jealous way—he didn’t need to prove anything to Minho. If there was one thing Jisung never doubted, it was Minho’s love. But he wanted to give. To make Minho feel as good as he possibly could.

Minho hissed low in his throat, hands tightening on Jisung’s hips, eyes fixed on the way he moved. Jisung’s pace was fast, needy, perfect.

“Fuck, jagi,” Minho groaned. “Feels so fucking good.”

Jisung just moaned, chasing the drag and stretch of his boyfriend’s cock like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

Apparently, though, the tension wasn’t one-sided. At some point, Changbin and Minho locked eyes over the sweat-slicked bodies beneath them, a shared smirk tugging at their lips, one that clearly meant ‘Let’s see who cums first’ as if it were a competition for harmless fun, aching to know who had a better way of handling their partner’s cock. The elders always had to share abrupt thoughts in the most fragile moments.

Then, without a word, they both snapped their hips forward in unison, finding the pace they knew would wreck their partners best—Changbin hard and relentless, Minho precise and maddening.

Jisung and Seungmin, on all fours and facing each other, crumbled almost immediately.

Seungmin’s arms gave out first. His torso collapsed to the floor with a muffled gasp, his spine bowing in a perfect arch, ass jiggling violently with every slap of Changbin’s hips. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, obscene and constant.

“Up,” Changbin barked, grabbing a fistful of Seungmin’s hair and yanking him upright until his shaky arms found strength again to support his weight.

“I—fuck—I need…” Jisung tried to speak, voice catching in his throat. But whatever he meant to say disintegrated into broken sounds as moans were punched out of him with every thrust.

Seungmin turned to look at him. Jisung’s face was flushed, eyes glossy and brimming with tears, lips parted around endless whimpers. He looked wrecked. Beautifully wrecked. And Seungmin didn’t doubt for a second he looked even worse—hair wild, cheeks red and tear-stained, struggling just to stay coherent under the pounding.

Still, something inside him ached to comfort Jisung. He reached out, hand trembling, fingers wrapping around the back of Jisung’s neck. He pulled him in, stopping just before their lips met, waiting, asking without words for consent.

“Yes, yes—fuck, please,” Jisung whimpered, shaking as he surged forward, slamming their mouths together in a desperate, messy kiss.

Changbin grunted at the sight, cock twitching deep inside Seungmin. He wanted to look at Minho, to see his reaction, but the scene in front of him was too much. Too hot to tear his eyes away. He gritted his teeth and fucked into Seungmin even harder, the angle perfect, dragging over his prostate again and again.

Seungmin choked into the kiss, his entire body jolting as pleasure burst up his spine. Jisung took advantage of the stuttered moan, tongue pushing deep into the singer’s mouth, messy and wet.

It wasn’t even a kiss anymore, just a desperate meeting of lips, tongues, and teeth, clashing harshly together as their bodies rocked back and forth against each other. Both of them were shaking under the weight of pleasure, their mouths locked like it was the only thing keeping them grounded. Jisung was slobbering down Seungmin’s chin, moaning directly into his throat, too far gone to care.

Then, with a broken scream, Jisung came, back arching and hips stuttering. Seungmin tried to swallow the sound, but it spilled out around their kiss anyway, raw and loud as his own orgasm hit seconds later, stars bursting behind his eyelids. He moaned into Jisung’s mouth, still kissing him like it was the only thing tethering him to the room.

Changbin and Minho weren’t far behind. With a final deep thrust, they both spilled inside their boyfriends, panting and groaning, holding them down as their bodies shook with the aftershocks.

Everything went still except for the heavy sounds of breathing and the faint stick of sweaty skin pulling apart.

Jisung and Seungmin collapsed heavily onto the floor, utterly spent, not caring that they landed in their own combined mess, both smiling blissfully. 

Jisung covered his eyes with his forearm, shielding them from the warm glow of the lightbulbs Chan and Jeongin had strung up in the living room, still seeing white spots dancing behind his eyelids. He felt Minho shuffle closer, holding him tightly against his chest.

“Oh my god, we haven’t fucked this hungrily since we were teenagers!” Jisung said, still in disbelief.

“Yeah, that was fucking incredible… it brought back so many memories,” Minho agreed, making Jisung chuckle as old fragments of moments flooded back.

Beside them, Seungmin weakly flung himself onto Changbin’s lips, kissing him with all the intensity his love could hold. “Missed your lips. Love you, baby,” he mumbled, nuzzling his head into Changbin’s chest.

“I love you too, my pretty baby,” Changbin murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of Seungmin’s head.

“But now, I really need to know what’s going on over there,” Seungmin said, nodding his head toward the base of the armchair where Hyunjin and Felix were still going at it, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

In fact, after they got distracted from Jeongin moaning like he was being sucked off by his celebrity crush, Hyunjin made quick work of slicking his fingers with more lube. He lowered himself on Felix’s smaller frame once again, their attention now fully snapped back on each other.

Hyunjin pressed his body between Felix’s legs, fingers cramping from the exertion of stretching Felix’s hole for the past ten minutes. With careful and gentle hands, he pushed Felix’s legs wide apart, hooking one over his shoulder as his hand freed his aching dick. 

“Are you sure about this, angel?” Hyunjin asked with a tone so delicate it could be broken, almost like how he viewed Felix in a way. The sunshine, the fragile beauty of him that he didn’t want to destroy no matter how aroused he was. 

“Yes… God, yes,” Felix pleaded as he hooked his fingers through Hyunjin's, letting his head tip back gently but keeping his eyes on the elder.

“I’ll go slow,” Hyunjin confirmed softly before he lined his cock up to Felix’s tight rim, pushing just the tip in to hear Felix’s moans.

Hyunjin leaned down, stealing Felix’s lips in a kiss and he pushed the next inch into the younger, a string of saliva connecting them as they pulled apart. He squeezed in with slow and gentle pushes, each going deeper until Hyunjin bottomed out and hit Felix’s prostate at the same time. It's as if they were perfect for each other, Hyunjin’s length perfectly reached Felix’s sweet spot with every slow thrust of his hips, causing the blonde to gag on his own spit.

“Open your mouth,” Hyunjin said as he cupped Felix’s face, thumb gently tugging on his bottom lip as he did. Felix complied happily and watched as Hyunjin leaned down, letting a bead of spit roll from his tongue and into the younger boy’s mouth.

Felix moaned again as their lips caught in a heavy and wet kiss, lips drenched in spit and some of the saliva running down the chins of the pair. The sounds echoed the same noise created by the pace Hyunjin fucked Felix’s hole open, as he became a whining mess beneath the older, clutching his hand tightly.

“Fuck, Jinnie... More, please…” Felix begged desperately as he bit his bottom lip, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Hyunjin complied. His pace fastened as the tip of his cock hit Felix’s prostate every time without fail, and Felix was getting wrecked—fast.

Hyunjin kept an even and fast pace, pounding into Felix with a deep level of need and urgency. Without warning, he spat down onto Felix’s chest before massaging it into the skin and then his nipples, rubbing the warm substance over the sensitive skin. Felix moaned loudly, pleading with Hyunjin for more.

“M—More… God, please...” Felix said in a trail of broken mutters and trembles.

“So eager, angel… All for me,” Hyunjin replied with a husky tone as he kept up the diligently moving fingers followed by the deep and erotic thrusts.

The air was thick with sweat and breath and something else—something just beneath the skin, heavy and unspoken as their eyes locked once more.

Felix’s hand curled around the back of Hyunjin’s neck, fingertips threading through the damp hair with a need to hold onto something. Their foreheads touched, breaths mingling, chests rising and falling in unison as if their bodies were trying to speak a language neither of them fully understood just yet. But somehow, this was only the start.

"Are you doing okay?" Hyunjin murmured, voice gravel-soft, like it came from somewhere deeper than his throat, more like his gut.

"Yes, definitely. You?” Felix nodded, his eyes flicking open, dark lashes sticking together with tears.

Hyunjin's lips curled slightly, more in relief than satisfaction. "I am now."

Their rhythm had unintentionally slowed, not from fatigue, but from something more deliberate. Hyunjin now rolled into Felix with a more delicate and meaningful pace. A kind of reverence had entered the space—a realization that the act was no longer just physical. It was how Hyunjin gripped Felix’s arm like he was afraid to fall, and it was how Felix's mouth fell open with every moan between every movement.

Felix reached up, scraping his thumb across Hyunjin’s cheekbone. There was something in his gaze, uncertainty, maybe even fear, but underneath it, a quiet plea not to be left behind once this moment ended.

"I didn’t think we’d ever…" Felix began, but the words broke apart in a silent desperation, not from need of lust, but from the fear of Hyunjin leaving.

Hyunjin lowered his mouth to Felix’s throat, lips parting around a chaste kiss that wasn’t about hunger but promise, security. It was grounding, almost tender.

“Don’t doubt anything, angel, I'm here," Hyunjin said against his skin in a gentle connection.

They moved again, bodies finding a rhythm that was a perfect mixture between pure bliss and deep affection. Something neither of them would admit. Felix’s back arched slightly, a high sound escaping him, fingers tightening in Hyunjin’s hair. Hyunjin held him tightly, breath stuttering as he leaned in to press their foreheads together again.

There was silence for a while—between those two at least—as their eyes got caught together, unwavering from each other's vision.

“I don’t want this to be just one night. Something that happens because of all of… this,” Felix said suddenly, voice raw as he motioned weakly with a trembling hand towards everyone else when he said ‘this’.

Hyunjin paused, eyes flicking to the others then back to Felix. “Then it won’t be. It was never going to be one night,” Hyunjin said in a voice that bared every inch of his heart into the open.

The words weren’t perfect. They weren’t promises carved in stone and signed with blood, but they were more than enough for Felix. That tone alone was more than enough. Felix exhaled shakily, and Hyunjin kissed him—deeper this time, as if to seal something between them. Their hands found each other's, fingers locking tight as Hyunjin held their tangled fingers next to Felix’s head.

They didn’t rush, nor did they look away. They were midway through something neither of them had the words for—or had the voice for those words—caught in the heat and heart of it, hoping they could hold on long enough for it to become a regular occurrence.

Hyunjin's hips rocked slowly into Felix, the rhythm slow but now picking up the pace yet again. Felix’s thighs were parted wide once again and one leg hooked around Hyunjin’s waist in an attempt to get Hyunjin deeper. Felix’s shoulders pressed into the floor as he arched to meet each thrust Hyunjin gave. 

Felix reached up and pulled Hyunjin down by the back of the neck for the last time, their mouths crashing together, desperate, teeth grazing, tongues searching. It wasn’t a kiss. It was something messier. Hotter. Like they were trying to crawl inside each other after the sentimental moment they just had. 

“Harder,” Felix whispered into his mouth, voice hoarse. “Don’t hold back just because we got a little lovey-dovey,” He said with a small giggle that turned into a moan as soon as Hyunjin angled himself better.

Hyunjin groaned deep in his throat, cock thrusting harder now, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the chaotic room. Felix’s hands clutched at Hyunjin’s back, nails dragging faint lines across his shoulder blades, grounding them both in the dizzying pleasure.

Felix gasped out Hyunjin’s name in a desperate whimper, hips rocking into Hyunjin’s cock that was almost perfectly crafted for his tight hole.

Hyunjin shifted his angle slightly, and Felix’s body jerked with a sudden cry, his hands balled tightly.

“There,” Felix breathed, legs trembling. “Right there, oh god—” He cried out loudly, head slamming back as his tip leaked the first trickle of cum.

Hyunjin’s body began to tremble, his muscles tightening, and he let out a long, shuddering moan. Hyunjin felt the blonde clench tight around him, and the tension building in his own body snapped like a wire pulled too far.

Hyunjin came in thick, warm spurts, filling Felix’s hole with his own passion, his own taste, him. Hyunjin’s hips bucked forward in one sharp thrust, back spasming under the intense orgasm and eyes rolled to the back of his head. He looked ethereal. 

Felix couldn't hold back at the sight of Hyunjin looking so wrecked whilst inside of him, and his own control snapped like a twig under pressure. Felix’s cock bounced against his stomach, untouched, as it shot out the hot, milky-white liquid all over himself. Hyunjin dropped his head, licking it up in flat-tongued stripes before sucking his lips clean.

Felix looked up at him, dazed and glowing from post-orgasm and bliss. “Jesus,” He breathed out, chest pounding and breath ragged.

Hyunjin smirked, breathless as he slowly pulled his throbbing cock from Felix’s stretched rim. 

“No, just me,” He replied cockily as he licked his bottom lip, followed by biting it. 

“Shut up, cocky ass,” Felix said as he wiped his sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, breathing calming down a little.

“Aren’t you the one with a cocky ass—” Hyunjin started, but was instantly interrupted by Felix's small hand pressed to his lips.

Hyunjin understood from the disapproving look on Felix’s face before they both giggled. The older collapsed next to Felix, arm draped over his waist as he pulled him close, kissing him with post-orgasm urgency. They only stopped when they couldn’t breathe, lips plump and pink.

“Oh my god...” Felix muttered out and Hyunjin looked at what the younger one was staring at.

Just a few feet from them lay Chan and Jeongin. Suddenly, Jeongin didn't look as pure and innocent as he did before.

Jeongin’s hands roamed Chan’s chest with a curious fervency as Chan’s lips moved in gentle words. Jeongin’s knees were drawn up slightly as Chan leaned back on his palms, gaze steady yet full of gentle reassurance. The tension between the two was new, but it quickly dissipated after a few words of affirmation.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Chan said as his hand found Jeongin’s, holding it steady against the throbbing heart in his chest.

“I just—” Jeongin’s voice cracked a little, cutting his words short so he exhaled and tried again. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” His eyes full of doubt yet want.

Chan didn’t move closer or try to force anything, but something in his expression softened further. “We don’t have to do anything,” he confirmed in that same reassuring voice the leader always carried, putting his members before himself.

“I know,” Jeongin’s fingers stilled on Chan’s chest for a second. A sigh escaped his soft lips, eyes dropping down to the floor. “But I want to. I just… I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Chan looked at Jeongin, a silent breath leaving his nose as he squeezed the younger’s hand. “I’ll help, it’s okay.”

Chan’s hand slowly moved Jeongin’s hand to his thigh, resting just next to his throbbing boner, yet far enough to be away from any contact just yet. It was tentative. Like learning to read in a new language—slow, uncertain, but full of meaning in every touch.

Chan’s fingers threaded with Jeongin’s, grounding him. “You’re shaking,” Chan murmured, thumb brushing over Jeongin’s knuckles and their eye contact returned.

“I know,” Jeongin smiled nervously. “I’m… kind of terrified,” he said with a small chuckle, cheeks flushing red.

“I got you,” Chan whispered as he pressed a kiss into Jeongin’s hair, the younger instantly melting.

And with that, Jeongin hesitantly moved his hand, clasping his fingers around Chan’s cock in a gentle and new way. He had never imagined this, but he was curious—and it couldn’t be much different to doing it to himself. Chan bit his bottom lip, hand dropping to his sides as he leaned back once more and Jeongin’s eyes were glued to how his face practically screamed his feelings. 

As Jeongin’s hand started to slowly move along Chan’s cock, small yet unmissable words left his plush lips in gentle confession. It was words that had never been spoken before yet. All the members thought the same amongst them at this moment.

“Channie-hyung, I never thought we would have… these deeper connections,” Jeongin said as his eyes met the elders with a curious and soft look. He looked almost scared to admit it yet it was something that had played on his mind for a while.

“Me neither,” he breathed out, taking in the feeling of Jeongin’s hand moving against him. Chan took in the moment but Jeongin's words played in his mind.

A small moment of silence played between them until Jeongin spoke up once more in hesitance.

“Am I doing good Channie-hyung?” Jeogin whispered as his hand slowly rubbed up and down Chan’s length, movements timid yet enough to send anyone into a state of pure absent-mindfulness. 

“Yes, Jeongin-ah, just keep doing that,” Chan muttered back in a hoarse voice, eyes closed and head tipped back.

Jeongin’s eyes roamed over the bob of Chan’s throat, the sharp jawline, the subtle pieces of stubble on his chin—and it all turned him on even more. His grip grew more confident, fingers occasionally rolling over Chan’s tip which already spilled with precum from the past hour of buildup watching the others. The younger’s hand jerked up and down as his other hand reached to touch the soft skin of Chan’s chest, fingertips tracing the soft lines of his abdominal muscles. 

It didn’t take long for Chan to reach the edge, his dick growing firmer with every passing stroke from Jeongin’s soft hands, and he was quickly losing control. A long, stretched out moan left his lips, followed by a sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth as Jeongin focused on the tip of his cock.

“Channie-hyung—” Jeongin started, but it was cut off by a strangled gasp that tore through Chan’s throat. His cock spilled with the creamy substance, covering both himself and Jeongin’s hand in his cum. 

Jeongin looked down, a tiny, and almost missable, smirk hinting at the corner of his lips as he saw what he had created. His hand slowed, smearing the liquid around Chan’s cock and along his stomach with precise movements, his confidence growing with every second.

“Holy shit,” Chan breathed out, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to get rid of the stars that clouded his vision. 

“Was that okay?” Jeongin asked in a calm tone, as if he was unaffected by everything happening right now and in the room around them, or maybe he was just very good at masking his own shock.  He had just given his roommate and friend a handjob after all. 

“That was… that was perfect,” Chan confirmed with a nod before wrapping an arm around Jeongin’s shoulders and pulling him into the part of his chest that wasn’t smeared with the sticky white substance. 

Despite Jeongin hating physical contact ninety percent of the time, in this moment he enjoyed it and it made him feel like he wasn’t just used to the fact of the situation. The younger’s arm laid over Chan’s stomach, not caring about what bodily fluids touched him as he listened to the gentle beating of Chan’s heart. Jeongin’s eyes followed the pattern of the hard-wood flooring peeking from beneath the towels until his eyes landed on an interesting view.

Across the floor, beside the coffee table they’d shoved against the leg of the couch in their earlier hurry, Jisung crawled on top of Minho, lowering himself to kiss him. The kiss was messy and heated, with Jisung sucking on Minho’s tongue while Minho biting at every bit of skin he could reach.

“Bug…” Minho murmured against his lips, the nickname breathless and fond. He locked eyes with Jisung in that particular way that always made the younger melt. Jisung felt the love in that look—so full of awe, so intense it felt tangible.

He patted around the floor, searching for Minho’s hand and gave it three quick squeezes. It was their silent code—a secret way to say ‘Remember I love you’ in public, in crowded rooms, in spaces where the world felt too big. Minho beamed in response, bunny teeth on full display. Even after seven years, that smile still wrecked Jisung in the best way. He launched forward, crashing their lips together with renewed fervor, a kiss made of joy, need and love.

A few inches away, Seungmin and Changbin had wrestled like children for a bit, then collapsed into a tangle of limbs, sprawled comfortably over each other. They giggled into a kiss as Changbin ran his fingers through Seungmin’s damp hair, thumb brushing over his temple with his typical post-orgasm tenderness.

“You cold, baby?” Changbin asked, fingertips tracing slow, comforting circles over the soft skin of Seungmin’s bare shoulder.

Seungmin shook his head and buried his face in the crook of Changbin’s neck, nuzzling the skin there with the tip of his nose, the rhythmic puffs of air tickling the older skin and almost making him squirm away. But it didn’t take long for the air between them to spark again. Not when Seungmin began kissing along the side of his neck while Changbin toyed with his hair, occasionally tugging hard at them.

Then Seungmin cleared his throat, tipping his head back from his hiding spot just enough to glance over at the couple nearby. “Anyone up for another round?” he asked, voice casual but hopeful. 

“Yes! I was literally just about to say that,” Minho replied, sitting up with his back against the base of the couch and dragging Jisung with him. Changbin followed, already halfway upright with Seungmin slumped onto his chest. 

Jisung looked between the two, eyes wide with disbelief. “How do you both have this much stamina?” he asked, raising a brow.

“I’m a dancer,” Minho said with a nonchalant shrug. Jisung cocked his head to the side, agreeing that it was a valid reason, then turned to Seungmin, eyes sharp, demanding an answer.

“Oh, me? I’m just horny,” Seungmin shrugged too, feeling that his reason was even more valid than Minho’s.

They all broke into laughter before leaning into another round of slow, indulgent kisses—intimate, teasing, the kind that only happened when the line between love and lust was thin.

“Baby, you’re doing all the work this time if you want to cum, got it?” Changbin whispered as their lips broke apart, a thin string of saliva still glistening between them.

Seungmin smirked, eyes narrowing with mischief. “We both know you’ll be the one coming in seconds if I ride you the way we both know I can,” he winked, then reached behind his own back blindly, wrapping his long fingers around Changbin’s cock, squeezing out way too much lube and slathering it all over his length, making it messily wet and slick—perfect, just how they liked it.

As Seungmin guided his boyfriend’s cock to his rim, Changbin raised a brow, the look in his eyes practically screaming ‘Try me’ and Seungmin wasn’t one to need an invitation twice.

The thick head pushed in with ease, and Changbin hissed through his teeth at the overwhelming heat and pressure. Seungmin didn’t waste a second, sinking down fast, palms flat against Changbin’s chest for leverage, thighs spread wide, and started rolling his hips in tight, fluid circles. He bounced fast, circling his hips as if he were twerking, and ground down hard, using every drop of that excess lube to make the motion as smooth and maddeningly slick as possible. 

The result was immediate. Changbin’s eyes rolled backwards into his skull and he let out an embarrassingly high-pitched whimper, one of those involuntary, desperate noises Seungmin loved to get out of him whenever he had the chance to ride him. He grinned with satisfaction, watching the older’s thighs tremble beneath him.

But before Seungmin could get cocky, Changbin’s hands gripped his hips and stilled him in place, eyes burning with playful outrage, cheeks flushed a pretty pink from the embarrassment of being heard like that.

“Slow the fuck down, you cum-addicted little freak,” he growled, biting at Seungmin’s lower lip like it was a punishment.

Beside them, Jisung gawked, jaw basically hitting the floor. “What the fuck was that?! You better teach me how to do that,” he said, pointing at Seungmin like he’d just witnessed sorcery.

Seungmin only chuckled, smug and unbothered.

“Wanna take a ride too, bug?” Minho asked, his voice low and teasing, but his hands were gentle as they slid down Jisung’s spine to settle warmly at his waist, thumbs brushing slow circles into his skin.

Jisung didn’t respond with words. He just bit his bottom lip and grabbed the lube, eyes soft and full of heat. He squeezed some onto his fingers and reached for Minho’s cock, pumping it slowly, like he was memorizing the feel of it all over again. When he lined himself up and started to sink down, it was with a breathy sigh that sounded more like relief than lust. Like he was in physical pain if not completely connected with every inch of Minho’s body.

Minho exhaled sharply, watching every inch of his own cock disappear into his boyfriend’s tight heat. His grip tightened slightly on Jisung’s waist, grounding himself in the moment, in the feeling of Jisung taking him so perfectly, reminding him for the thousandth time that they were truly made for each other, clicking like two puzzle pieces. Jisung whimpered, his hands resting on Minho’s shoulders for balance, eyes fluttering shut.

“Good?” Minho asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“So good,” Jisung breathed, leaning down to brush a soft kiss to the corner of Minho’s mouth before pressing their foreheads together. “You fucked your shape into me… I’m molded just to fit you. Only your cock feels right inside me.”

Beside them, Seungmin was already bouncing on Changbin’s cock, effortlessly working himself up, skin flushed and dewy, his breath hitching every time Changbin couldn’t stop himself from angling up into him. The slap of skin was louder than their moans, a sharp counterpoint to the slower, more languid way Jisung was moving—slow rolls of his hips, soft little whines into Minho’s neck. The contrast was striking, but beautiful in its own way.

Minho couldn’t help smiling as Jisung melted against him. “You’re being lazy,” he teased, kissing just under Jisung’s jaw. “Not even trying to ride me properly.”

“Shut up,” Jisung mumbled, giggling into his skin. “You like when I’m clingy.”

Minho hummed in agreement, squeezing his hips a little more firmly. “Always. But I’m not flipping you over and fucking you brainless tonight—you don’t get to be my little spoiled pillow princess this time.”

He gave one deep thrust up into him, slow and controlled, and Jisung gasped, clutching at his shoulders. Minho took that as encouragement, letting his hands guide the rhythm, just enough to help Jisung build it on his own. Their foreheads pressed back together again, sweat starting to bead at their temples.

“I missed you,” Jisung whispered suddenly, breath warm against Minho’s lips.

“Pretty sure my dick was inside you less than fifteen minutes ago,” Minho chuckled, still breathless, kissing him softly.

“Still missed you.”

Minho felt his chest ache in the best way, his hands trailing up Jisung’s sides with reverence. “Ride me then, jagi. Show me.” 

But before Jisung could even form a response, Minho’s head was suddenly turned by the firm grip of Changbin’s fingers pressing into his jaw, thumb and index guiding him to face him. Changbin didn’t wait for permission, leaning in and kissing him tongue first, messy and hungry.

Minho’s breath caught in his throat, but he parted his lips without resistance, pliant under the sudden shift in attention. Their mouths moved together in an unrelenting rhythm, wet and intense, lips parting and colliding again in a kiss that tasted like heat and want. Changbin’s hand slid up into Minho’s hair, threading through the strands before gripping gently at the roots, pulling him impossibly closer, anchoring him in place.

Minho groaned softly into the kiss, the sound vibrating in both of their throats as their mouths dragged over each other with urgency. The pull on his hair sent sparks of arousal down his spine, grounding him even as everything around them felt like it was spinning.

When they saw them, Seungmin and Jisung both stopped riding their boyfriends, their bodies stilling almost at the same time. The air between them shifted, thick with tension. Beneath them, Changbin and Minho were kissing like their lives depended on it, mouths messy and greedy, all tongue and teeth and breathless hunger.

Jisung watched the scene unfold with wide, dark eyes, hips stuttering against Minho’s lap for a second, torn between possessiveness and awe.

Jisung’s eyes dropped to the glint of Changbin’s tongue as it licked along Minho’s lower lip, then to the way Minho melted into it, giving back just as eagerly. He knew that eagerness. He’d tasted it a thousand times, seen Minho’s eyes go half-lidded like that when he was aching, desperate. And judging by the way his rock hard cock throbbed inside him, Minho was definitely that horny right now.

Then there was Changbin.

They’d spent countless hours together in the studio, and Jisung had long since stopped pretending he wasn’t completely captivated by Changbin when he worked. There was something magnetic about him—his rough, commanding voice during takes, the way his hands moved in sharp, precise gestures when he spat a line with too much power to keep still. It made Jisung want to stand on the soundboard and announce to the world how fucking sexy his best friend was.

Sure, he teased him relentlessly, calling him a walrus or making fun of his protein shakes addiction. But jokes aside, Jisung wasn’t blind. Changbin was conventionally attractive—muscled, mysterious, that rare mix of cute and protective. And yeah, Jisung was very much taken, and beyond happy with his bunny of a boyfriend, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate what was right in front of him. Especially when that right in front of him was Changbin in a tight tank top, arms bulging, sweat-drenched, and panting between reps.

It wasn’t anything weird. Just a bro thing. A really horny, mildly confusing, completely normal bro thing.

But right now, watching Changbin grab Minho’s chin like that, tilting his head and kissing him like he owned his mouth, Jisung’s stomach twisted with something sharp and molten. His mouth actually watered. He didn’t know what he wanted more: to kiss Minho again, to be kissed like that by Changbin, or just to stay exactly where he was and watch the whole thing unfold.

His hips rocked forward on instinct, chasing friction, and he felt Minho twitch inside him at the same moment. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one affected, but the way Minho paid more attention to Changbin was beginning to annoy Jisung.   

Minho could sense Jisung’s growing jealousy, having been with him so long, to which he ran his spare hand along Jisung’s thigh in a comforting manner and gave it three gentle squeezes.

Remember I love you.

The younger’s annoyance practically melted as he felt his boyfriend’s touch again and the subtle reminder of their love, even through intense feelings. After the initial emotion, Minho thrusted up into him once more when he knew Jisung was feeling better.

“Fuck,” Jisung breathed, barely louder than a whisper, his voice cracking under the weight of want.

And he couldn’t stop looking.

Seungmin wasn’t handling it any better. The sight was breathtaking—so different from the moments Changbin had shared with his hyungs before. Now, up close, he could see their lips perfectly slotting together, and it made him whine desperately. He wished his bones could melt, his body turn to liquid, so he could crawl inside Minho and fully savor that hot, beautiful kiss. Somewhere deep down, he knew he could kiss his boyfriend better than Minho ever could. After all, Seungmin knew every inch of his body by now, and he was certain that Changbin’s lips had been trained to fit perfectly only with his.

But even just watching was almost too much. His grip tightened on Jisung’s thigh, desperate to ground himself. Apparently, it worked for both of them—Jisung had stopped riding entirely too, his jaw slack, falling apart just as quickly as Seungmin was.

The kissing couple quickly caught on to why the boys had frozen. Their eyes remained closed, lost in the overwhelming sensation of each other’s tongues, but behind their eyelids, they could almost see their flushed cheeks, their open mouths, the way they looked like they might burst just from the intensity of the moment.

Changbin and Minho both smirked into the kiss, their teeth scraping together in a delicious clash. Jisung let out a high-pitched whine at the sound, grabbing Seungmin’s hand and intertwining their fingers tightly on his thigh—his honey skin was probably already bruised with the force Seungmin was applying. But he couldn’t help it. It was all so fucking hot.

Without breaking the kiss, Changbin shifted, his hand sliding from Minho’s jaw down to grasp Seungmin’s throat, fingers curling around it possessively. He bucked his hips upward, fucking into Seungmin with a precise, brutal thrust that hit his prostate perfectly. Seungmin let out a strangled scream, his body trembling from the sudden, overwhelming wave of pleasure. He wanted to collapse against Changbin’s frame and let himself be taken over completely, but the fingers squeezing his pulsing flesh held him in place, grounding him.

Gritting his teeth, Seungmin forced himself to steady his breathing and placed both hands firmly on Changbin’s hipbones, just above his thighs. He resumed riding him, desperate and uncontrolled, the frantic speed a mirror of his need.

On the other side of the kiss, Minho placed a hand on Jisung’s waist as he dragged him against his cock, coaxing him out of his thoughts and back into the movement. Jisung started to grind against him again while stroking his cock in time with his thrusts, and Minho punctuated the rhythm with a sharp slap on the rapper’s ass cheek. The sound made Jisung moan, and he began to bounce smoothly and deeply on Minho’s length, the stretch and the sensual, maddening rhythm driving them both wild. 

From across the room, Chan’s eyes were locked on Seungmin and Jisung’s backs. He watched Jisung’s round ass jiggle with every movement, and listened to the raw, needy sounds spilling from Seungmin’s mouth. His eyes dropped lower, tracing the way Seungmin’s rim greedily swallowed Changbin’s thick cock, stretched tight and desperate. Suddenly, any plans he’d made about guiding Jeongin through this wild, impromptu orgy—to have him fold beneath the pleasure until he came sobbing—completely vanished. His hand found his own cock, stroking it slowly as he drank in the sight. He never thought Seungmin could look this fucking hot: stuffed, fucked out, and trembling with need, desperate both to please and be pleased. 

Minho caught Chan’s gaze lingering on Seungmin like he was the star of the show. With a sly, almost menacing grin, Minho decided to pull Chan’s attention back.

“Hmm, hyung, you sure you can see well from there? Come closer,” he said, casually grabbing Jisung’s ass and pushing him harder onto his cock. Jisung arched his back with a soft moan, hips moving in time.

Chan scrambled to his feet but tripped over his lowered boxers, fumbling to free his feet before finally moving toward the two couples. He knelt on the floor in front of them, eyes wide and heart pounding.

“Isn’t it incredible?” Minho moaned, spreading Jisung’s cheeks wider with his fingers to give Chan a better view. “How he’s still so tight around me after all these years of pounding him.” 

Chan’s head spun from the heat of it all, his eyes fixed on the tight clench of Jisung’s rim as the younger finally came, collapsing into Minho’s open arms, breathless and satisfied.

“Please… can I ride you properly now? I really need you to fill me up,” Seungmin’s voice cracked beside him, almost a sob, raw with desperate need.

“Go ahead. Have fun,” Changbin murmured, tugging him in by the hand still wrapped around his throat and capturing Seungmin’s lips in a deep, messy kiss.

But just as Seungmin was about to lose himself chasing their releases, Chan cleared his throat softly, breaking the moment. “Mind if I jerk off watching?”

“No, hyung. You can even cum on my ass if that’s what you want… if that's what it takes to shut you up so I can finally ride him and cum,” Seungmin answered eagerly without missing a beat, starting to move against Changbin’s cock with practiced ease. Their moans, loud and urgent, filled the room.

At Seungmin’s words, Chan shut his mouth as his ass fell onto his heels whilst his hand returned to his throbbing cock. He watched how Seungmin so easily took control of the situation and how his back arched when he rode Changbin, overwhelmed by the perfect stretch of his boyfriend’s cock, and Chan couldn’t deny that the scene was obscenely hot. 

Changbin’s grip tightened around Seungmin’s throat, pulling him closer until their foreheads were pressed together. They locked eyes, panting in each other’s mouths, their breaths hitching with every shared moan.

Chan watched them, wide-eyed and flushed, stroking himself in time with their rhythm. The sight of Seungmin’s body trembling as he finally came, of Changbin’s cum leaking from his tight hole, pushed Chan over the edge. With a low groan, he came, painting Seungmin’s right ass cheek white, his release mingling with theirs in the heat of the moment.

“Fuck, I love it when you ride me like that,” Changbin chuckled breathlessly, letting his head drop back onto the couch cushions with a blissed-out smile. His hand moved blindly, fingers dipping into the mess Chan had left across Seungmin’s skin, then bringing two of them up to Seungmin’s lips, still flushed and parted, and watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Seungmin obediently wrapped his mouth around them, sucking them clean with slow, teasing pulls.

“Fuck, hyung, you taste so good,” Seungmin mumbled towards Chan as soon as Changbin’s fingers left his mouth, voice dazed and wrecked. His face and hair were a gorgeous mess—sweat-stuck strands clinging to his forehead, lips kiss-swollen and skin damp and cum-streaked. As he finally slipped off Changbin’s softening cock, a thick stream of cum poured from his stretched hole, dribbling down and pooling warm onto his boyfriend’s lower stomach. 

Beside the three of them, the wet slurps of Jisung sucking Minho off echoed faintly, but Chan barely registered the sound. His thoughts were elsewhere, fixated on the vision of Seungmin fucked out and glowing, still twitching with aftershocks. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to look the younger in the eye without remembering the sheer look of being totally wrecked on his face. 

Notes:

Well, that was a lot, wasn’t it? How are we all doing after that? Good? A little traumatized? We know.

Thank you all for joining us again for Chapter 2 of ‘Manhandle Us’ and we hope we fulfilled all of your expectations and if not more.

Chapter 3 will be released the same next Monday, so if you’re interested in seeing how this all ends, make sure to check in again.

Let us know what your favourite scene was for this chapter, we would love to hear your feedback on this as it took many, many corrections. We hope to see you again soon!

—Team Manhandle Us

Chapter 3: Stupid Banana Hat

Notes:

Welcome back to the third and final chapter of Manhandle Us! No words can explain how much we have loved this whole thing and writing this fic for you guys, and we hope you enjoy just as much!
With this fic coming to an end, we wanted a mix of emotions for the final chapter, so we wish that you love reading as much as we loved writing. Now we have made you wait long enough, so finally, here it is.
With that said, dive into the last chapter, prepare for plenty of laughs, and have fun! Enjoy!
—Team Manhandle Us

They all took a moment to breathe afterward, gulping down water bottles that Chan had fetched from the kitchen cabinet to help them rehydrate. Their bodies ached, muscles pleasantly sore, and the air was heavy with the smell of sex and lingering adrenaline. For a while, they simply rested, gathering their thoughts and catching their breath.

Wrapped in the last pile of clean towels left in the dorm, they huddled together, suddenly aware of how cold it felt without the press of sweat-slicked skin. The silence that fell between them was easy, peaceful, broken only by the rustle of candy wrappers and the soft hum of satisfied exhaustion as they nibbled on sugary treats to regain a bit of energy. 

But apparently, they weren’t done. Bodies shifted closer, kisses grew deeper—louder and hotter. Hands began to wander again, restless and eager, tugging at towels and tracing over sensitive skin. The room buzzed with rising tension, like a storm rebuilding after a moment of calm.

And then, Jisung turned to Hyunjin with that look in his eyes that screamed he had a crazy idea, and maybe a bad one at that. Jisung moved closer to the older boy, settling just between his legs in the big armchair they had shoved in the corner of the room as his hands hungrily roamed the carved muscle and glowing, soft skin. 

“Hyunjinnie… Can I kiss you?” The younger man said with a wide eyed expression, asking for confirmation as his hands gently massaged Hyunjin’s shoulders with care and admiration. For saying that they despised each other just a few years ago, this was a complete turn around in their relationship as friends. 

“Go ahead, Jisung-ah,” Hyunjin replied but was quickly stopped as Jisung clasped his lips onto Hyunjin’s, lips hungry and tongue eager to taste as the rapper's hands tangled in the dancer's hair. Maybe Jisung just had a thing for dancers. 

Jisung tugged at Hyunjin's hair, exposing his neck before he latched his lips onto the warm skin with an eager mouth. He sucked at the flesh, whimpers leaving Hyunjin's lips as he felt the gentle yet rough bites left across his pulse point, not hard enough to bruise but still hard enough to send shivers down his spine, by Jisung, who showed absolutely no signs of stopping any time soon. 

Jisung, now sporting an aching boner, crawled on top of Hyunjin as he grinded down against his dick, becoming a moaning mess. Hyunjin quickly took the lead and switched their positions in the armchair, his hand pushing Jisung’s legs apart with a hand to the thigh which made Jisung breathe out a deep sigh. He looked down at the younger as he straddled Jisung on the seat, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and heat. The worn leather creaked beneath them with every shift, every touch. Jisung’s hands rested at Hyunjin’s waist, fingers digging into his skin as if grounding himself in the surreal situation.

Their eyes met, Hyunjin’s gaze was dark, unreadable, and yet full of something unspoken. He leaned down slowly, lips brushing Jisung’s jaw before trailing down his neck. Jisung tilted his head back, drawing in a shaky breath as Hyunjin’s mouth found the hollow of his throat sucking with a certain level of desperation, gently nibbling at the skin.

Jisung looked up at him, chest rising and falling, lips parted, eyes dark with disbelief and want as the pathetic whimpers rolled from his mouth.

"You’re really enjoying this," Jisung muttered, breathless, fingers digging into Hyunjin’s hips as he silently begged for more.

Hyunjin rolled his hips forward, slow and deliberate as his cock brushed against Jisung’s, dragging a low groan from Jisung’s throat.

"Obviously," his voice was full of arrogance, and he leaned in close, lips brushing against Jisung’s ear. "You make it way too easy to enjoy myself." 

Jisung’s hands slid upward, gripping the curve of Hyunjin’s waist tighter. "You’re such a cocky little—"

"Hmm," Hyunjin interrupted with a low hum, cutting him off by grinding down hard, sudden and rough. The word caught in Jisung’s throat, replaced with a hiss and a shiver that ran down his spine as he felt Hyunjin’s cock push into him with no warning. 

Jisung tilted his head back, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Every nerve in his body felt raw and explicitly open. The chair wasn’t big enough for all this—Hyunjin’s knees kept brushing the arms, their limbs crowded together, hips jerking against each other frequently with arousal. But somehow, it made everything sharper. Tighter. Jisung was tighter with his legs pushed together.

Hyunjin’s hands roamed—first over Jisung’s chest, then down his sides, slowly like he was memorizing him, then his fingers trailed lazy patterns, circling a spot just below his ribs that made Jisung twitch.

"Ticklish?" Hyunjin asked, smirking with a cocky tone that proved he thought that in this moment he was better than Jisung.

"Don’t—" Jisung said with a hitched breath but was cut short by a gasp.

Too late. Hyunjin pressed again, smirking like a devil, and Jisung cursed under his breath, grabbing Hyunjin by the wrist with a sterner expression on his face.

"You asshole," Jisung snapped as he rolled his eyes, but his hips quickly chased Hyunjin’s cock as it slid in and out of him.

"You say that like you don’t like it," Hyunjin teased, remembering the earlier porn movie that they had watched and the questionable categories on there.

"I don’t—" Jisung started, continuing their banter they had started.

Another roll of his hips shut him up, and Jisung’s mouth opened in a silent gasp, eyes rolling back as he moaned loudly. He grabbed Hyunjin’s hips tighter, making sure Hyunjin fucked him good.

“Is that good?” Hyunjin said with a raspy breath, his hips quickly hitting Jisung’s prostate within a matter of seconds.

Jisung didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Every time he tried to get control, Hyunjin took it away—expertly, casually, like he knew exactly where to touch, how to move, how to push just enough even though they had never been together like this. It’s like Hyunjin had watched everything that Minho had done. There was laughter in his voice, but hunger in his eyes. That was the most dangerous part: the way he looked at Jisung like he was both a game and a need.

One of Hyunjin’s hands slid down between them, wrapping around Jisung’s cock, slow and purposeful. Jisung’s body jolted with the contact, a sharp inhale sucked between his teeth.

"Hyun—" Jisung started but was shushed by Hyunjin’s dark and gravelly words.

"I’ve got you," Hyunjin whispered, finally easing off the teasing for just a second. His voice dropped into something lower, something real. His fingers from the other hand curled into Jisung’s hand, guiding it to his own body like he wanted to share the control, not hoard it. "Do something with those hands instead of just grabbing me like I’m your anchor."

"You are my anchor right now?" Jisung replied confused, nearly laughing. His hand moved, gripping and stroking at the older's nipples, and Hyunjin’s body arched in response, lips parting, a breathy sound slipping free.

But suddenly, a pained groan broke their bubble of shared moans, tearing Hyunjin from the blissed state he was in.

“Ow! Ow—I have a cramp! This stupid armchair is definitely not meant for fucking in this position… or at all,” Jisung groaned, massaging the sore spot on his leg where his muscles were still twitching and aching under his tense honey skin.

Hyunjin slowed his thrusts, eventually stopping completely and pulling out, looking down at Jisung with a pitiful expression, his pro dancer reflexes ready to grab his foot and wiggle it around to ease the tension in his sore leg.

“Hey—Why did you stop?” Jisung pouted, already missing the stimulation of Hyunjin’s cock dragging deliciously inside his walls.

The older knelt on the floor, stroking the rapper’s foot until the pain went away before he got up to his feet with a hungry and determined glint in his dark eyes.

“You know,” the dancer started, hesitantly, “I could bottom. It’s easier and I don’t mind,” Hyunjin offered, not waiting for an answer before picking up the bottle of lube from the floor and throwing it at Jisung, who caught it with trembling hands. “I douched this morning out of habit and because I really don’t want to shit my toys,” Hyunjin chuckled. “But please, prep me properly since I hadn’t got dicked down by a living thing in a while,” he said before straddling him, finding a comfortable position in which Jisung could easily finger him open.

And when Jisung thought he was ready by how he was squirming and panting heavily in his grasp, three slicked fingers buried deep past his rim, he gently slid them off, replacing them with his cock. He rocked softly at first, letting Hyunjin get adjusted to the long-forgotten feeling, but slowly building up a pace that was relentless enough to punch moans and sobs out the both of them.

"Fuck," Hyunjin murmured. "You’re not bad at this, you know," he admitted with a low tone, Jisung’s hips bucking into Hyunjin’s rim quicker now.

Hyunjin surged down, pressing their mouths together in a kiss that was messy and heated, all tongue and teeth. It wasn’t gentle—nothing about this night was—but it was real. Honest. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that had nothing to do with grace and everything to do with chemistry between the boys. A chemistry that had grown over years and years together.

"You like fucking me in Chan’s chair?" Hyunjin said against Jisung’s mouth, voice thick with heat but full of amusement and tease as he batted his eyelashes.

Jisung didn’t answer with words. He bit Hyunjin’s bottom lip instead, then pulled back just enough to lock eyes. "From now on, I like doing anything that makes you look like this."

"Like what?" Hyunjin replied with a trembling voice, fingers digging into Jisung’s shoulders once more.

"Like you’re about to fall apart," Jisung replied with no thought, voice wrecked in a shuddering moan, looking up at how wrecked Hyunjin seemed from just a few minutes.

Hyunjin swallowed hard, hips bucking down into Jisung’s cock quickly. "You wouldn’t..."

Challenge accepted.

Jisung’s pace quickened. His hair stuck to his forehead, and he didn’t bother to push it back. His thighs trembled slightly, but he kept moving, kept driving them both toward that point where everything narrowed to sensation and breath and skin. Jisung’s hands gripped Hyunjin’s waist, fingers bruising, holding him in place as their bodies slammed together with a frantic rhythm.  

The room felt thick with heat and sound. The slap of skin, the broken gasps, the creaking of the armchair beneath them—it all blurred together. Hyunjin's moans grew louder, rawer, less controlled. Hyunjin buried his face in Jisung’s neck, biting down lightly to muffle the next one.

"Almost there," Hyunjin gasped out, now seeming a lot less cocky than before.

Jisung’s hand slid between them, this time to help—to finish what he had started. He flicked, pulled and twisted at his cock, stimulating him instantly.

And then it hit him. Hard.

Hyunjin came with a cry that cracked in the middle, his entire body locking up for a second before collapsing forward, trembling violently. Jisung stroked him through it with half a breath, clutching Hyunjin close, burying his face against his shoulder as he let go, body shuddering in sync with the boy above him. Jisung didn’t cum, but the satisfaction of pleasing Hyunjin until he was left shaking felt almost like an orgasm. For a long moment, there was only silence between the two of them, both from aftershock and bliss.

Hyunjin’s body was draped over the younger boy like a blanket, hot and heavy, both of them panting, chests heaving. The air between them was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the room felt impossibly still, despite what went on around them.

"...Holy shit," Jisung muttered eventually, still panting and clutching onto Hyunjin.

Hyunjin groaned into his neck. "I can’t feel my legs,” he said with a slight chuckle, shuffling comfortably in his lap.

They both laughed together for a moment, caught in the humour of the situation as they came down from the high, breathing on each other’s skin.

Meanwhile, Felix sat on the edge of the sofa, wrapped in one of Chan’s old, crinkly towels. The rough fabric scraped against his skin as he absentmindedly munched on a handful of trail mix, too tired to scan the room to figure out where the hell Jisung had dragged Hyunjin. With a sigh, he let his temple fall back against the couch, quietly watching Seungmin straddle Changbin’s lap, their lips locked in a hungry yet tender kiss. Seungmin’s hands cupped Changbin’s cheeks, fingertips threading gently through his hair. Changbin tilted his head back, hands trembling slightly as they rested on Seungmin’s small waist, lost in the overwhelming presence of his boyfriend—still sweaty and reeking of sex. 

Felix noticed the towel Seungmin had been wrapped in slipping further down, now clinging precariously to the curve of his ass, shifting lower with every subtle grind of his hips. Felix wished he had his phone nearby to capture the moment—their flushed cheeks, the way their bodies pressed together. It wasn’t shameless, despite their nakedness and slow rocking; instead, it felt like a bubble of love surrounding them, shutting out the rest of the world.

But just as Felix let his smile linger on the sight of his lovestruck friends, Seungmin slid off Changbin’s lap. The towel finally surrendered, pooling in a messy heap behind his heels as he dropped heavily to his knees. His hands immediately roamed upward, tracing the muscles of Changbin’s thighs. 

‘Nevermind,’ Felix thought with a soft laugh. ‘They’re definitely shameless.’ 

He wondered how they were still so hungry for each other after all they had done over the past hours. But yet his own cock twitched at the sight of Seungmin’s lips trailing bites and sucking at Changbin’s inner thighs, making the older boy gasp in surprise and Felix chuckled quietly, amused at his own reaction.

Seungmin was buried between Changbin’s legs, dark hair brushing the sensitive skin as he pressed soft, lingering kisses along the inner side of Changbin’s thighs, pausing at his favorite mole. His mouth left a trail of red bruises, wanting the older to feel as treasured and beautiful as a painter’s masterpiece.

His long fingers wrapped around Changbin’s cock, steady and sure, as his lips traveled upward. Their dark eyes met, melting into one another, before Seungmin slowly dragged his tongue along the thick length until he reached the tip, dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit, teasing him. A low moan slipped from Changbin’s lips, encouraging him further.

Seungmin wrapped his mouth around his boyfriend’s cock, jaw relaxed as he took him in deep, sinking all the way to the base. Changbin’s hands tangled in his hair, tugging at his roots, sending shivers racing down Seungmin’s spine. His head bobbed rhythmically, coaxing all kinds of satisfied sounds from Changbin.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth was made for sucking cock,” Changbin moaned, thrusting his hips into the delicious warmth of Seungmin’s mouth.

But Seungmin pulled back, a thick thread of saliva stretching between his spit-slicked lips and the tip of Changbin’s glistening dick. Lowering his head, he buried his nose into the older’s neatly trimmed pubic hair, sucking and licking at his balls while one hand continued to stroke him, incandescent gaze never leaving the older’s.

Seungmin grabbed one of Changbin’s ankles, pulling it gently until the older slid half his ass off the couch, giving Seungmin space to lift the rapper’s knee and expose his hole. For a moment, Changbin felt vulnerable, but the sensation quickly dissolved when Seungmin’s hot tongue traced over his perineum. After a searching glance, Seungmin gave a tentative lick at Changbin’s rim.

A surprised gasp escaped Changbin’s lips as his legs instinctively squeezed together around Seungmin’s head. The feeling was strange—ticklish but not unpleasant—and yet he wasn’t sure if he was ready for more.

“You know,” Seungmin rasped, gently pushing Changbin’s thighs apart to get a better view of his reddened face, “you always say my mouth’s made for sucking cock, but I’m pretty good at eating ass, too,” he teased, massaging Changbin’s thigh with comforting strokes, reading the older’s hesitation and the beginning of panic in his eyes. “Not now, and maybe never. But if you ever want to try it, just say a word. Not to brag, but I’m really good at it, and you might like it.” 

“It just… feels weird,” Changbin admitted, honest but embarrassed, cheeks flushed. Seungmin fought the urge to stop teasing his cock to keep him relaxed and instead pepper his face with soft kisses, wanting to shove him in his pocket like an adorable keychain. He realized love really changed people—made them think and want silly things.

“Does it feel weird like this?” Seungmin asked, spitting on Changbin’s hole and circling his thumb over it. Changbin shuddered at the still unfamiliar sensation.

“Yes, but I already know I’ll end up liking it,” Changbin gasped as Seungmin’s thumb pressed gently against the tight muscle—not hard enough to push in, especially without lube, on one of the first times he’d be fingering his boyfriend’s virgin ass.

Seungmin slid aside, patting around the cushions until he found the nearly empty bottle of lube. He uncapped it carefully with his teeth, eyes hesitant but never leaving Changbin’s.

“French fries?” Seungmin asked softly, unable to read the flicker in Changbin’s expression.

Changbin hummed uncertainly, still hesitant, so Seungmin dropped everything, gently guiding Changbin upright on the couch. He straddled him again and cupped his chin, tilting it so their eyes met.

“Baby, what are you scared of?” Seungmin’s voice was soft, his gentle eyes searching Changbin’s slightly panicked face.

“What if I sound wrecked like that again? Like last time… I mean, with you it’s fine, because I love you, but—” Changbin started, trailing off, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. 

Seungmin smiled warmly. “I love how you sound, baby. And honestly, I don’t think anyone’s paying attention to us anymore,” he whispered, pressing a comforting kiss to Changbin’s lips.

“Hmm, except Felix,” Changbin smirked between kisses, a brow raised, “who’s jerking off at the sight of us.”

Seungmin turned his head, catching Felix’s curious eyes fixed on them, hand moving lazily over his half-erect cock.

“Oh—Hey,” Seungmin waved.

Felix smiled back, shrugging. “Hey there… Don’t mind me.” 

Seungmin burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as a fit of giggles overtook him. He folded into Changbin’s arms, who was laughing quietly beneath him.

Then Seungmin’s eyes locked onto Changbin’s with a new question. “Wait… are you scared that if I finger you, people will see you as less dominant?” He asked gently, trying to understand what was going on in his boyfriend’s head.

“What? No! Trust me, you’re a bottom, but you can be really dominant if you want,” Changbin replied, watching Seungmin’s confused expression closely.

“I’m not dominant, baby. Pretty sure everyone saw today how you made me lose control,” Seungmin pointed out with a playful smirk.

“Baby… you’ve been bossing me around since this whole orgy started,” Changbin argued back. “And I found myself loving falling behind and having you in charge sometimes.”

He pressed his lips to Seungmin’s with renewed hunger. “And yes, please finger me—I can’t stop thinking about it, now.”

Seungmin smirked into the kiss. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, my baby.”

He trailed kisses down Changbin’s body before pulling him into position, grabbing his ankles, lifting one knee and sliding it over his shoulder.

“Are you clean, baby?” Seungmin asked softly against his skin. The hot puffs of breath as he spoke sent goosebumps rippling along Changbin’s hipbone, the younger’s eyes never leaving his face.

“Yeah, I cleaned myself as you showed me,” Changbin squeaked out, brain already lost in the overwhelming sensation of his boyfriend’s hands roaming over his thighs. “It’s actually not that bad. It kinda makes me feel healthier,” he admitted, voice low and embarrassed.

Seungmin smiled as he grabbed the lube bottle again, squeezing probably way too much onto his fingers, then slowly massaged it around Changbin’s rim.

Changbin hissed at the cold sting of the sticky liquid hitting his sensitive skin, but soon his whole body burned with attention and care and the temperature contrast turned almost pleasurable.

Seungmin eased the first knuckle of his middle finger inside, moving slowly and deliberately, pumping it in and out with gentle care.

“All good? Does it hurt?” he asked softly, voice low and soothing.

“No,” Changbin breathed out softly, his body melting around the slow intrusion. “Your hands are gentle.”

Encouraged by the response, Seungmin gradually deepened the motion, pressing a little further with quiet confidence. To keep Changbin’s mind from wandering toward discomfort, he resumed taking his cock into his mouth, bobbing his head in time with the steady rhythm of his finger.

Changbin’s head tilted back with a soft moan, fingers tangling in Seungmin’s hair as he signaled he was ready for the younger to finally search his prostate. He might not wanted to admit it yet, but deep down he was not that opposed by the idea of Seungmin fucking him senseless, someday. 

So Seungmin curled his finger with tentative precision, trying to remember the right angle for the spot that made Changbin’s breath hitch and his toes curl, drawing those pretty, needy whines from his parted lips.  

“Fuck… right there,” Changbin gasped, his whole body twitching under the sensation as a sharp, involuntary moan escaped him.

Seungmin focused intently, rubbing his prostate with slow, languid strokes, while maintaining eye contact with Changbin’s flushed face, lips still stretched around his cock. The older’s cheeks burned red, lips parted and trembling and hair sticking damply to his forehead.

“Please, please,” Seungmin heard his boyfriend whisper, the desperation in his voice both new and intoxicating, nearly pushing him over the edge untouched right then and there. Having a pleading Changbin in his sex life was something he wasn’t sure he could survive.

Seungmin gently pulled Changbin’s cock from his mouth, feeling it slap wetly against his chin, slick with precum.

“What do you need, my love?” he asked softly, eyes searching Changbin’s flushed, barely coherent state.

“More… another,” Changbin squeaked, a fresh wave of pleasure tightening his abdomen as a dribble of precum leaked and glistened, catching against the rim Seungmin’s finger was still exploring.

“Are you sure, baby? We’ve never done that before,” Seungmin murmured, trying to decipher if Changbin was caught up in sensation or truly serious.

His doubts vanished when he met Changbin’s lust-filled gaze—eyes wet, imploring him for more.

“Fuck, okay. Yes,” Seungmin stammered under the intensity of that look. He reached for the lube bottle and emptied it onto his hand before easing a second finger inside, feeling Changbin wince briefly at the stretch.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Seungmin soothed, pressing a tender kiss to the curve of Changbin’s hip before lowering himself again, deepthroating him for a second before bobbing his head.

Changbin moaned and whimpered, voice raw and needy, as Seungmin curled his fingers inside, gently massaging his prostate while teasing the tip of his cock, flickering his tongue—licking, sucking, worshipping every inch.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Changbin gasped, his voice ragged and vulnerable.

Seungmin groaned at the sound—wrecked and beautiful—and the vibration sent shivers through Changbin’s spine, pushing him over the edge. He came hard, shooting thick and hot cum into Seungmin’s waiting mouth.

Seungmin stayed steady, gathering every drop in his mouth before lifting off slowly, opening his lips to let the white substance drip down his tongue and spitting it onto his boyfriend’s chest.

Changbin watched him, captivated, as Seungmin lowered his head once more to lick his body clean—tenderly erasing every trace of the mess he created. Then, with a soft smile, Seungmin gently withdrew his fingers from Changbin’s rim, sucking them clean, savoring the intoxicating taste.

“I love how you taste, babe, every single inch of you,” Seungmin murmured, eyes heavy-lidded and full of need. 

Even spent and still trembling from his orgasm, Changbin felt a sudden surge of need to get hard again—to press himself back into Seungmin’s warmth and try to make him feel even half as good as he’d just made him feel.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. That felt… incredible,” Changbin panted, his breath still uneven, chest heaving against Seungmin’s.

Seungmin leaned in, wrapped him in a lazy hug, and kissed him deeply. His tongue slipped into Changbin’s mouth, letting him taste the lingering hint of himself. 

It didn’t take long for the heat between them to reignite. He’d felt it coming in the way Changbin’s tension had slowly melted into something hungrier, looser. Seungmin knew the look in his eyes, the shift in his hands. He was ready. Ready to finally ruin him for good.

Changbin didn’t waste time. He flipped Seungmin over, easing him flat onto his stomach with a strong grip, and leaned over him. Seungmin’s gaze flicked up and locked onto Felix again. The blonde boy was perched nearby, cheeks flushed, eyes wide.

“Enjoying the show?” Seungmin smirked, not bothering to hide his amusement.

Felix gave an impressed grin. “Dude, I knew you were good with your hands, but turning a dom top into putty? Didn’t think you had that in you.”

Changbin groaned, dragging a hand over his face in embarrassment while Seungmin snorted.

Felix’s smirk deepened. “Honestly, you’re making me think you might be able to top Channie-hyung next.”

“Not that hard, Lixie,” Seungmin said with a laugh, glancing at Changbin. “Deep down, he’s a huge bottom, he just doesn’t know it yet.”

Changbin grinned and nodded. “He’s not wrong.”

“Hey, Lix-ya,” Changbin called out, voice low but teasing. “You look a little lonely over there… wanna join us?”

Before Felix could answer, Changbin was already manhandling Seungmin, guiding him easily onto all fours. He grabbed Seungmin’s chin and tilted his face up, studying him with a crooked smirk. “Pickle?”

“No, I’m good,” Seungmin smiled lazily, then kissed him eagerly, lips open and hungry.

He turned his head toward Felix, eyes dark with invitation. “Come here, Lixie. Let me suck you off.”

Felix barely had time to move before Seungmin rested his cheek against the inside of his thigh, the warmth of his breath already ghosting over his sensitive skin. Without hesitating, Seungmin guided the tip of Felix’s cock to his lips and gave it a slow, teasing, kitten lick, just enough to make Felix twitch and shudder with a sharp inhale.

“Hey, baby,” Changbin murmured behind him, one hand running slowly down Seungmin’s back in a soothing motion. “We’re out of lube. Want me to go grab the other bottle?”

“Need you in me now,” Seungmin whined, voice rough with want. He wiggled his ass, backing up into Changbin’s touch with an impatient roll of his hips. “Can’t wait.”

“Okay,” Changbin said, voice low and reluctant. “But be a good doll for me and tell me if it hurts in a way you don’t like.”

It wasn’t the first time they’d used spit as lube, so he didn’t hesitate long. Kneeling behind Seungmin, he spread his cheeks open with practiced hands, spitting directly onto his stretched rim before lining up—his cock still slick with traces of cum and spit—and pushing in slowly. Seungmin’s hole, loose but still clenching from sensitivity, took him inch by inch with a wet sound that made Felix’s ears ring.

Doll.

Felix flinched at the pet name, something sharp and foreign tightening in his chest. Seungmin never told him that. That Changbin called him that. Especially not during sex. And Felix knew how much that meant—how much Seungmin liked being treated like something to be used, to be owned. That word wasn’t casual for him.

He shot Seungmin a glare, betrayal flashing behind his eyes. But Seungmin only looked up at him through wet lashes and sucked him deeper in apology, lips sealing around his cock with practiced ease. He moaned low around Felix’s length the moment Changbin bottomed out behind him, the vibration making Felix’s stomach clench.

Changbin gripped his ass, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, spreading him wide as he began to thrust. Every so often, he landed a sharp slap to one cheek, the sound of flesh-on-flesh echoing in the room, making Seungmin choke and whimper around Felix’s cock. He was trying his best to eagerly and sloppily suck and lick with intent, taking what Felix gave him, even as the angle made it difficult to take him properly.

Felix occasionally helped him, rocking shallowly into his mouth, watching as Seungmin’s eyes fluttered gratefully, tears brimming at the corners. Felix threaded his fingers through his dark hair, stroking his scalp gently, offering a quiet, grounding contrast to the way Changbin was fucking him.

“Come on, pretty thing,” Changbin growled, hand pressing down on the small of Seungmin’s back. “Show your best friend how much you love being my little fuck doll.”

Seungmin’s body jerked at the words, back arching deeper. His cock swung between his thighs, leaking steadily, slapping against his stomach with every thrust. Clear streaks of precum splattered across the towel beneath him and painted his skin and chest.

Felix gaped, utterly caught off guard. That kind of filth coming out of Changbin—the same hyung who always spoke so gently and respectfully to them in everyday life—was not something he expected.

Seungmin gurgled wetly around Felix’s cock in response, lost to the overwhelming pleasure of being used. Felix met Changbin’s eyes over Seungmin’s back and Changbin smirked, clearly enjoying both Felix’s stunned expression and Seungmin’s sounds.

Felix couldn’t help but smile as he watched the blissed-out glint in Seungmin’s eyes, shining soft, dazed and completely wrecked. He looked happy, and that alone made Felix’s chest tighten with something warm. He loved seeing his best friend like this: undone, cherished, used in the way he’d always not-so-secretly craved.

And Changbin… god, Changbin was perfect for him.

The way they pushed and pulled at each other, the constant bickering, the silent magnetism—it had always been obvious. What hadn’t been clear, at least not until before they got together, was just how well they actually fit. Not like Jisung and Minho, who were mirrors of each other, falling into place and matching in every inch of their souls. No… Changbin and Seungmin worked because they were opposites, snapping together in all the places the other lacked.

And sexually? They just clicked. Changbin gave without hesitation what the younger needed, took what Seungmin offered like it was sacred, and never faltered in how he handled him. There was a fluid rhythm between them, one that came not from matching each other, but from instinctively knowing how to fill in the gaps.

Felix was still smiling, caught in those thoughts when three sharp snaps of fingers pulled him back to the present.

He blinked, confused, only to meet Changbin’s focused, slightly alarmed expression.

“Pull out,” Changbin instructed, already moving. “That’s his silent pickle.”

Felix reacted immediately, withdrawing carefully from Seungmin’s mouth just in time to hear the younger gasp sharply, panting for air, face flushed and wet with tears.

Changbin pulled out as well, instantly gathering Seungmin into his arms, cradling him against his chest with a firm, grounding touch.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, voice soft but clear. “Breathe with me, okay? In… out…” 

Felix slid in front of them, cupping Seungmin’s face gently and running his fingers through his damp hair, brushing it back as he pressed small kisses to his forehead. He stayed quiet, just anchoring him with his presence, offering that same steady warmth until Seungmin’s breaths began to slow.

After a minute, Seungmin broke into a weak, breathless laugh, his body sagging against Changbin like all the tension had melted out of him.

“Oh my god,” he wheezed. “I can’t believe you knocked the breath out of me just from pounding my prostate like a lunatic for, what, a full minute?”

He was grinning now, still shaking a little from the sensation, but his eyes were bright with arousal-typical giddiness.

“You should’ve stopped me sooner, idiot,” Changbin muttered, though his thumb was already rubbing soft circles into Seungmin’s hip. “I don’t want you getting hurt. At least you could’ve pulled Felix’s cock out first to breathe better.”

“Too good to stop,” Seungmin mumbled, then smirked. “And Felix is small—I didn’t think it would get that bad.”

Felix pouted, half-offended. Seungmin just giggled harder.

“Sorry, baby Lixie,” he added, poking his cheek playfully. “You know I love your pretty, little cock.”

Felix rolled his eyes but smiled anyway. He knew he was the smallest in the room—just below average, nothing tragic—and it didn’t really bother him. Not when Seungmin said it with that kind of mischievous fondness. The moment was soft now, full of laughter and heat pausing between them. And more importantly, Seungmin was okay. That’s all Felix cared about.

Seungmin took one more steadying breath, then turned his head to lock lips with Changbin. The kiss was deep, desperate, still crackling with arousal. When he finally pulled away, he lingered there, lips brushing Changbin’s as he murmured, “Now… can you please get back to fucking the shit out of me?”

Changbin huffed a low laugh, voice still a little hoarse from the slight panic he had just experienced. He nodded and gestured for Felix to scoot back slightly, giving them a bit more space.

Seungmin crawled over to him, pecking Felix’s lips softly. “I promise I’ll suck you off later.”

Felix grinned, his voice light but eyes still dark with interest. “Please… enjoy this fully, Minnie. This has been really… educational for me.”

That earned a breathy laugh from Seungmin, just before he sank down again, cheek pressed to Felix’s thigh, presenting himself shamelessly, hole eager to be filled again and glistening as he arched his back and got ready to take Changbin’s cock. The towel beneath him had long since been ruined, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was being filled again, stretched wide, fucked good until he couldn’t think anymore.

Changbin lined himself up and pushed in, slipping back into the tight heat with one fluid thrust. He immediately picked up where he’d left off, resuming his previous pace and angle. Seungmin gasped, a strangled sob catching in his throat as his vision blurred at the edges.

Felix, with his heart pounding, reached down to thread his fingers through Seungmin’s hair again, grounding him with gentle strokes as the younger’s moans came louder, more desperate, each one knocking the air out of his lungs like he was being wrecked open from the inside.

“After all we’ve done tonight, you’re still so tight for me, doll,” Changbin breathed against his ear, voice rough with lust. He grabbed Seungmin’s wrists, gathering them together in one hand behind his back, and pulled his torso upright.

Seungmin gasped at the shift in angle, body twitching as Changbin drove in deeper. Felix leaned forward to support him, letting Seungmin rest his head on his shoulder without hesitation. He didn’t flinch when Seungmin bit down, or when drool soaked into his skin—he just held him, steady and present.

Seungmin whimpered, the pressure in his lower stomach building fast, unbearable and dizzying. “Please—keep going—I’m so close—” he choked between moans, fresh tears slipping down his cheeks, face flushed and blissed.

“Brainless little dolls don’t talk, do they?” Changbin growled, gripping his jaw and covering his mouth with one hand, silencing his cries as he tilted Seungmin’s head back, catching his dazed, tear-glossed eyes.

That was all it took.

Seungmin came hard, cock twitching violently as he spilled across Felix’s lap in thick, hot spurts. Felix instinctively stroked him through it, coaxing every last tremble out of him as his body convulsed.

Changbin came moments later, groaning into Seungmin’s shoulder as he pushed deep and filled him, warmth spilling into him until Seungmin was clenching down on him in overstimulation.

They collapsed together, tangled in each other’s limbs, breathing in sync as their bodies gradually came down from the high. Their side of the room was quiet now, except for the soft, shaky exhales and the occasional rustle of skin on fabric.

Felix gently combed his fingers through their hair—in Seungmin’s damp strands, in Changbin’s disheveled curls—soothing them both as their breathing evened out. He felt a quiet swell of warmth in his chest, happy for his best friend and bandmate, and how naturally, almost perfectly, they fit together. There was something grounding about seeing love and lust coexist so seamlessly in them.

“Let me suck you off, Lixie,” Seungmin rasped suddenly after his breath steadied, voice raw but clear, already shifting his weight to move again. He crawled into position with Changbin hidden behind him, licking his inner thighs clean from his own cum that dripped from Seungmin’s hole. Then the older draped himself loosely over his back, the gesture protective in the afterglow.

“Yeah, okay—oh… oh god—” Felix started to reply, but his voice caught mid-sentence. His breath hitched, eyes locking onto something across the room that turned his stomach. Suddenly, whatever heat had lingered in his chest twisted into something heavy and unwelcome.

The sight of Hyunjin kissing Jisung caught Felix’s gaze, and he didn’t know if it was extremely hot or if he found himself feeling jealous, which made no sense because it’s not like he was deeply in love with him or anything… Right? 

Felix stared, wide eyed until a familiar voice rang out, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Lix? You stopped pretty suddenly, are you okay?” Seungmin said with a slightly worried tone. Did they push it too far? Did he have second thoughts? Then, Seungmin saw what was happening on the other side of the room. Hyunjin was now getting kissed by the one and only, Han Jisung. 

“You looked… into it, but then you saw Hyunjin with Jisung,” Seungmin said carefully, trying to gauge Felix reaction to the confirmation of his sight. A muscle jumped in Felix’s jaw, defining the bone in his cheek with jealousy coursing through his veins. Seungmin let the silence build like steam, scared to upset him further. “Bin, can you give us a moment?” Seungmin asked softly before Changbin nodded, walking behind the couch, just out of earshot. 

Felix finally shifted, shoulders tense under the towel. “I don’t know what the hell that was. I saw him kissing Jisung like he was the only person in the room. And it just—” He stopped, hands tightening at his sides as he refused to look away from Hyunjin and Jisung.

Seungmin hummed low. “Stung?” He said as his hand intertwined with one of the blonde boy’s hands, giving a gentle squeeze or reassurance.

“Like salt in an open fucking wound,” Felix said bitterly, scoffing as he looked down at himself, almost feeling pathetic for his emotions. There was a beat of silence before Seungmin decided Felix needed the harsh truth. 

Seungmin turned to face him, moving his other hand to Felix’s thigh to be reassuring whilst also being harsh.

“He’s not yours,” Seungmin said gently, letting Felix down the slow way.  

“I know…” Felix replied with a sigh as he toyed with the edge of the towel before running a hand through his hair. “Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt though,” he added in a slightly saddened tone. “I thought I was fine,” he muttered, “we’ve been like that for a while now—touchy, close, but casual. I liked that. No rules, no pressure. But the second I saw him kiss Jisung like that…” Felix turned away for a moment to process, almost holding back on more.

He turned back toward Seungmin, eyes sharp with a kind of panic. “God, it hit me like a fucking truck. Like I’d missed the exit to something real and couldn’t turn back,” Seungmin didn’t move. Just listened. Arms crossed. Steady as a lighthouse. That’s why he was always Felix’s anchor: because he could stay calm and help him through it. Felix’s shoulders sagged. “It’s pathetic, isn’t it?”

“No,” Seungmin said flatly, “it’s human.”

“I didn’t even know these feelings grew so much,” Felix said with his voice quieter now. “Not really. I thought I was just possessive because he is important to me. But it’s more than that,” Seungmin tilted his head, waiting. He had been waiting for the two to just realize their feelings for too long to count.

“I just want him to be mine, forever, you know? Like I can't breathe without him in my space, like I need him to live,” Felix sighed heavily as he looked at Seungmin. Felix met his eyes. For once, he didn’t hide the fear that overtook him or try to tell Seungmin he was okay. 

“And now you’re scared that if you say that, it’ll ruin everything,” Seungmin leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. “Let me ask you this. If nothing changes—if you keep things how they are—do you think you’ll stop feeling like this?”

Felix swallowed and then shook his head slowly, the realization washing over him in different waves.

“Then the question isn’t whether to tell him,” Seungmin said. “It’s whether you can keep bleeding quietly every time he doesn’t see you the way you need him to.” 

That landed. Felix dropped his gaze, blinking fast as Seungmin reached a hand to his face, stroking his cheek lightly.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead lightly against Seungmin’s shoulder. Seungmin stilled, then brought a hand up to the back of Felix’s head, fingers threading through the messy strands. The touch wasn’t romantic, it was real. Real and true friendship between the two boys.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” Felix murmured, the jealousy mixing with the sadness, creating a bad mix.

“You don’t have to know yet,” Felix didn’t move, but his shoulders twitched—the way they did when he was holding back tears or emotions. 

“I’m here,” Seungmin said. “Even if it all goes to shit. Even if you ugly cry into my hoodie and break my playlists with sad-boy breakup songs.” 

Felix’s laugh this time was muffled, and amused. “Do you have a playlist?” He asked as he blinked back the tears, clearing his vision.

“Do I have a—Please, I’m the king of curated heartbreak. Just because I’m taken doesn’t mean I delete the playlists,” they both laughed then, something lighter finally seeping into Felix’s bones. Felix chuckled, leaning into his side as they slumped further into the couch, bare feet grazing silently on the floor as Felix swung his legs. For the first time that night, Felix didn’t feel like he was unraveling alone, whether that be in a good way or the worst way imaginable.

“Thanks Seungminnie,” Felix said quietly, feeling the urge to prove to Hyunjin that he was head over heels for him without using words.

“Don’t worry, Lixie… Just don’t do anything…” Seungmin’s words were cut short as Felix bounced up from the couch, padding over to Hyunjin, “…stupid.”

Moments before, Hyunjin was still feverishly riding Jisung’s cock, hips moving with a kind of reckless hunger—desperate, relentless, as if his body couldn’t accept that he’d already cum. The sensitivity made every downward grind of his hips feel like fire sparking through his nerves, almost painful, almost too much, but he didn’t slow down. He couldn’t. The sheer fullness, the aching pressure blooming deep inside him, was too addictive. He hadn’t bottomed with something warm—alive and full of edges, not insipid and bland as his dildos—in what felt like forever, and now that he had that pressure inside him, he refused to let it go.

He chased every drag, mapped every vein of Jisung’s cock against his sensitive, overstimulated prostate like a man starved. His thighs burned, his breath stuttered, but he rode Jisung like it was the last chance he’d ever get to get near a cock, fingers gripping at Jisung’s biceps and nails leaving faint crescent moon shaped marks. Jisung’s moans spilled freely, raw and melodic, rising in pitch each time Hyunjin sank deeper, punching those pretty high notes the producer only reached by tugging harshly at his own hair in the recording booth. 

Lately, Hyunjin had been forced to take what he could get: rushed, unsatisfying orgasms under running water, in hotel bathrooms. 

But this wasn’t about thrusting into himself with some silicone toy or muffling his pleasure with a bite to his sleeve so no one heard through the paper-thin walls. 

This was different. 

The warmth of Jisung’s hands on his hips, the soft gasps between their kisses, the wet heat of skin meeting skin. This was what he craved when he spent his nights alone, daydreaming someone could take him and fill him good, holding him and caging him in warmth, headphones blasting just to drown out the sound of Changbin and Seungmin noisily fucking across the hall.

So he didn’t stop.

He rolled his hips in slow, grinding circles, rising and sinking on Jisung’s cock with practiced need. Every inch was maddening, stretching him and pressing perfectly against that aching spot deep inside. His lips found Jisung’s again, clumsy and breathless, a kiss that tasted like sweat and need. His body trembled, already spent and yet still begging for more, heart hammering in his chest as he poured every ounce of aching desire into that kiss.

“Hmm, your cock feels so fucking good, Jisung,” Hyunjin gasped, voice raw and wrecked as he buried his face into the crook of Jisung’s neck. His breath stuttered against warm skin, each exhale laced with a broken moan. His hips moved in slow, languid rolls as if his body knew exactly what it needed and refused to stop until it got it. Every grind dragged Jisung’s cock right over the tender, overstimulated spot inside him, making his thighs tremble from the unbearable pleasure threading through his nerves.

He held onto Jisung like he was the last solid thing in the universe, arms clinging tight around his shoulders, chest heaving with every shaky inhale, trying to keep himself grounded against the overwhelming tide rising inside him.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this…” Jisung murmured, voice low and trembling with restraint, barely more than a breath. “So fucking beautiful stretched around me, Jinnie.” 

His gaze raked over every inch of the older’s back, brain picturing the burning image of the flushed cheeks, the parted and wet lips and the soft sheen of sweat glistening over his collarbones and along the slope of his throat like golden dust Hyunjin glowed in when he came minutes before. It was hypnotizing. Erotic in the way only something as pretty as him could be.

Jisung’s hands moved on instinct, one settling on Hyunjin’s waist, gripping tightly as he thrust up into him, slowly but deeply, while the other reached to gently guide Hyunjin’s face toward him. His thumb traced the edge of Hyunjin’s jaw gently, brushing away the dark, sweat-damp strands that clung to his skin. Jisung’s touch was trembling with the intensity of arousal, but his eyes were burning with something affectionate.

“You’re so tight… so warm—fuck,” Jisung groaned, his voice cracking under a wrecked moan. “You feel like a fucking wet dream.”

Hyunjin didn’t have the words to answer. He just nodded frantically, unable to hold in the sob of pleasure that tore from his throat as his rim clenched down again, pulsing around Jisung’s cock like his body didn’t want to let go. His mind was fogged, blurred at the edges with too much sensation, the pleasure bordering on pain, curling tight and hot in his abdomen. His limbs were shaking, muscles twitching with every deep thrust, and he could already feel himself nearing his orgasm again.

But then Jisung noticed a familiar hand slide over Hyunjin’s shoulder, fingers curling with quiet confidence. Hyunjin tensed slightly, breath catching in his throat as he turned his head sideways, seeing there was Minho behind him, gaze heavy with lust, pupils blown wide with arousal.

The older boy leaned in, brushing a featherlight kiss against the curve of Hyunjin’s neck. It was soft, barely a breath of contact, but it sent a ripple of shivers down the boy’s spine, goosebumps blooming on Hyunjin’s skin.

“Looks cozy in there,” Minho murmured, voice low and laced with amusement, his hand trailing down to cup Hyunjin’s ass before gliding lower, fingertips grazing the edge of his rim where Jisung still filled him. “Think there’s room for one more?”

Jisung let out a helpless moan at the suggestion, hips jerking upward instinctively.

Hyunjin gasped, face flushing deep red, caught between the burn of embarrassment and the dizzying rush of arousal. His mouth parted, but only a strangled whimper escaped as Minho’s hands roamed gently down his sides, grounding and patient.

Minho paused. His voice was quieter this time, steady and soft as he leaned in close, lips nearly brushing Hyunjin’s ear.

“Color?”

Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his body still trembling with need. He hesitated, searching for the words.

“…Yellow-green,” he whispered at last, barely audible, his tone uncertain but vulnerable.

Minho drew back slightly to meet his gaze, calm and attentive. “Does that mean you want to pause? Or talk about it first?”

Hyunjin immediately stilled, hips frozen in place. Jisung’s hands slid from his waist to his thighs, fingers tracing soothing circles, silently anchoring him. Their corner of the room seemed to hush around them, waiting.

“It’s not a ‘Pause and talk’ kind of yellow,” Hyunjin said softly, voice muffled behind the palms of his hands, cheeks burning. “It’s more like… green with just a little yellow that says, ‘Please go slow.’”

The confession hung in the air between them, honest and raw. His body ached from how badly he wanted—needed—to feel full, to be overwhelmed and undone, to let go. It had been too long since he let himself fall apart on someone’s cock before ten minutes prior, and the desire had now crept up on him all at once, now crashing over him with the need to feel more than he ever felt.

Minho’s expression softened further, and he nodded. “Of course I’ll go slow, Jin. Double penetration isn’t something to rush. It has to be done carefully, with lots of lube and you have to be patient with your body, without forcing yourself. But… Do you want it?”

Hyunjin nodded, almost frantic. “Yes. Please… I want it. I want both of you. Just—please, fuck me so hard I can’t even think about dancing tomorrow,” he added, his voice cracking on the edge of a sob, the desperation finally catching up with him.

Minho kissed his temple gently. “Okay, breathe… We got you,” Minho said softly, a warm smile spreading across his face as his fingers brushed lightly over Hyunjin’s temple in a soothing gesture. He reached for the bottle of lube nearby, squeezing a generous dollop onto his fingertips and warming it between his hands before slowly and carefully circling it around Hyunjin’s rim, preparing him gently for what was coming.

“Be a good boy for us and bend over Hannie and hug him,” Minho murmured, his voice low but firm as he prepared himself to slip a finger alongside Jisung’s cock. Hyunjin lowered his torso onto Jisung’s chest, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck. “Let me take care of you both,” Minho whispered, beginning to ease his finger inside with slow, measured strokes.

Hyunjin squeaked, a sharp wince of pain flickering across his face as his overstretching rim protested. Jisung responded immediately, pressing tender, grounding kisses to Hyunjin’s lips, cheeks, and shoulders, doing everything he could to soothe him. Meanwhile, Minho’s fingers gradually stretched him wider, moving carefully and deliberately to avoid causing too much discomfort.

A low, shaky groan escaped Hyunjin’s lips as tears slipped down his cheeks, but Jisung was quick to catch them, silencing his soft sobs with slow, reassuring kisses that anchored him back to reality.

“Doing okay over there?” Minho asked, landing a little peck at Hyunjin’s left ass cheek, lips gentle and soothing.

“Stings but it’s not too bad… keep going,” Hyunjin airily panted, eyes squeezed shut. Minho nodded and complied, but still he slowed his pace a little, letting the taller boy adjust better before opening him wider.

When Minho finally eased in a fourth finger, Jisung slowly began thrusting his cock deeper, shallow and deliberate movements that rocked gently in sync with Minho’s fingers, helping Hyunjin adjust to the overwhelming stretch.

It took time, but gradually Hyunjin began to find pleasure in the intense sensation, and the low, desperate whine that slipped from his throat was all the confirmation Minho needed. Smiling, Minho withdrew his fingers, making Hyunjin cry out softly at the sudden emptiness, his whimper a fragile echo of what had just left him.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this, jagi,” Jisung murmured with a tender smile, curling his fingers into the back of Minho’s neck and pulling him down to kiss him gently over Hyunjin’s shoulder.

Minho smirked against Jisung’s lips before carefully pressing the tip of his cock against the side of Hyunjin’s rim, savoring the incredible sensation of both his and Jisung’s cock pressed tightly together, held captive in the delicious warmth of Hyunjin’s body.

“Fuck—I feel so full,” Hyunjin choked out, his voice thick with breathless bliss as his body collapsed forward onto Jisung’s shoulder, trembling. He’d never been this thoroughly filled before—the delicious burn of the stretch sent shocks through his spine, every nerve ending alight with heat as he shifted, trying to breathe through the sheer intensity.

Above him, Jisung and Minho reached blindly across Hyunjin’s back, their fingers tangling in that silent, familiar squeeze—their private reminder of love, reaffirming their connection through the chaos of shared pleasure. Inside Hyunjin, their cocks dragged and pulsed against each other with every thrust, the slick heat of his rim gripping them tight in tandem.

Hyunjin was lost between them, caught in a space where all he could feel was their pounding, their breath, their weight, the raw electricity of their bodies moving in sync. Nothing else existed outside this moment. Nothing ever had. The overwhelming fullness, the pressure, the friction—it cracked something open inside him, and all he could do was surrender.

Jisung moved steadily beneath him, hips snapping up with sharp precision, the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoing in the room as his balls hit the soft curve of Hyunjin’s ass. Minho countered every thrust perfectly, rolling his hips in time, fucking deep and slow—always hitting just right—his cock angling to grind against that swollen, oversensitive spot inside Hyunjin whenever Jisung pulled away.

The constant stimulation of his prostate, relentless and perfect, had Hyunjin falling apart in their hands. His mouth fell open, babbling useless, desperate sounds as moans broke free with every jolt of pleasure, his whole body singing with overstimulation.

Felix, who had been watching from a few paces away, finally approached the armchair with wide blown pupils and veins coursing with jealousy. And there—on the old—towel covered armchair, knees spread and back arched—was Hyunjin, riding Jisung’s cock like he was starved from it as well as getting relentlessly fucked by Minho. Felix’s stomach clenched, not just from jealousy, but now nervousness of saying something, something he couldn’t put in words.

Hyunjin was riding the younger, broad shoulders and face screwed under the light illuminating from the lamp on the side cabinet. The curve of Hyunjin’s spine shimmered with sweat, hair clinging to his damp forehead and slicked behind his ears. His mouth was open in some pretty, breathless moan—and it wasn’t for Felix.

Felix’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t surprised. This was the nature of the night, no set partners, no claims, no rules. At least, for the two of them. But still, something coiled low in his gut, hot and bitter, and it was something he knew he shouldn’t feel for the older man. He hated how his chest throbbed watching Hyunjin like this, so open, so undone, for someone else despite the fact that it was all agreed on.

Felix moved without thinking. Hyunjin's eyes flicked up through half-lidded pleasure and stilled, locked on Felix. For a second, Hyunjin faltered in his rhythm, his lips parted, not from the body beneath him, but from the sudden jolt of awareness. Hyunjin felt it, the look of possessiveness in Felix’s eyes.

But Hyunjin couldn’t stop, not when Jisung’s and Minho’s tips hit his prostate once again in a way that made him yell and bite down into the rapper’s shoulder. Jisung, still moving under Hyunjin, glanced up, dazed when he saw the look in his eyes but also amused, but Felix didn’t look at him. Minho shared a glance with Jisung, both of them catching the lingering tense emotions, but they didn’t stop. Felix didn’t care, he needed to get his feelings out before he changed his mind and chicken out.

He stood directly in front of Hyunjin, close enough to see the sweat on his collarbones. Close enough to smell the skin he’d bitten before—salt and perfume, the soft sweetness of Hyunjin's breath that he always craved to taste. 

“You look like you’re having fun,” Felix said, voice low, taut. He had no idea how to execute this and was now acting on raw emotion, planning for it to go well.

Hyunjin’s chest rose and fell, slower now. He licked his lips. “It’s a party…” He said, but his voice wavered, teasing and laced with a mixture of tension and pleasure. “You’re late,” Hyunjin said with a half grin, knowing exactly what was running through Felix's head as he looked at the blonde boy like he was made of glass. 

Felix didn’t respond. He cupped Hyunjin’s jaw without warning, fingers curling possessively against damp skin as the pads of his fingertips made small dents into the soft flesh. Hyunjin didn’t resist, just blinked, surprised yet expectant of the boy that would normally never act so… possessive.

Felix leaned in quickly, mouth brushing over Hyunjin’s. It was gentle for half a second, then crushing as the blonde’s plush pink lips pressed firmly against the dancer’s. It was not a sweet kiss, not in any way nor any scenario. Felix poured the heat of his jealousy into it, the ache, the claim he didn’t have the right to make, the emotions of which he had no words to describe. His tongue pushed past Hyunjin’s lips, tasting moans and sobs that didn’t belong to him, didn’t spur from him. Hyunjin gasped into him, body stuttering in its grind against Jisung and Minho as Felix kissed him harder, deeper, angrier.

Their mouths moved in sync, sloppy and urgent, nothing practiced or polite. Felix bit his lip, just hard enough to make Hyunjin whimper the way he did in their secret bathroom kiss, and that sound undid him.

“I didn’t realize I was so easy to replace,” Felix muttered against his lips, knowing full well it was a ridiculous thing to say, but he didn’t care.

“Don’t say something so stupid, Lixie. We’re all just having fun,” Hyunjin’s shaky hand found Felix’s waist, fingers digging into the skin in a way that was soothing, calming, one that he had felt many times in a conflicting moment. He stared up at Felix with tear streaked cheeks and red rimmed eyes, passing the truth in his words through his gaze.

Felix didn’t hesitate now, kissing him again in a silent covey of emotions. Maybe it was the way his tongue didn’t force past his lips, or the way his teeth were more gentle this time, but Hyunjin knew Felix was calming down. Their lips stayed locked, like a silent promise that they wanted each other without them having to physically say it because they didn’t have the guts.

Hyunjin’s hands held Felix’s waist as the blonde boy leaned over Jisung from behind to hold the kiss, but their moment was quickly interrupted by a familiar teasing voice.

“Hurry up and admit it! You want each other badly,” Seungmin called out from the couch in a sing–song voice, laughing to himself. 

Hyunjin pulled back from the kiss with a small, weak grin, one that spoke thousands of words without having to speak a breath at all. “You heard him, angel,” he said breathlessly, still grinding between Jisung and Minho.

“We can talk about that later,” Felix said with slightly flushed cheeks, his jealousy now dissipated into something that in a way felt worse. Affection, fondness? He didn’t know, but the realization was growing with each one of those pet names and each of those little grins. 

Seungmin smirked at his best friend’s boldness, warmth blooming in his chest at the sight of Hyunjin—still dazed and overwhelmed—responding to Felix’s jealous confession the way he should. That quiet relief gave way to a different sort of spark, something new curling low in Seungmin’s stomach. He peeled his eyes away from the four tangled in the armchair, gaze scanning the room until it landed on Changbin.

“Hmm, baby…” Seungmin purred, padding silently over to him. His naked body pressed flush against Changbin’s back, speaking words meant only for his boyfriend, low and honeyed. “One of these days, I want to try that…”

Changbin’s brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t speak, just listened, his breath stalling a little.

“I’m gonna borrow one of Felix’s normal-sized dildos,” Seungmin continued, lips brushing against the shell of Changbin’s ear, fingers tracing light, lazy paths down his arms. “And I want you to fuck me with your cock while you slam the toy inside me too.”

The words were whispered like a secret, featherlight against his sweat-slicked skin.

Changbin visibly shuddered. Whether from the teasing touches or the image Seungmin had painted in his head, he wasn’t sure…but his answer was immediate.

“Fuck, yes.”

He twisted around, hands gripping Seungmin’s waist and yanking him into his lap with a startled, breathless squeal. Seungmin giggled, arms wrapping loosely around Changbin’s bicep, their bodies comfortably pressed together again as they turned their focus back to the scene still unfolding in front of them, though now with very different thoughts in their heads.

Minho and Jisung kept fucking into Hyunjin with relentless precision, dragging their cocks in tandem over his overstimulated prostate while Felix cupped his face gently, pressing soft, grounding kisses to his lips and cheeks. Each kiss was a balm against the sobs Hyunjin couldn’t suppress, his body wrecked with unbearable pleasure.

Hyunjin thought, if he was going to die from this overwhelming pleasure, he’d die a happy man—pounded senseless by two amazing cocks and whimpering against the lips of the man he subconsciously longed for years.

Jisung was barely holding it together himself. His jaw clenched as he fought to keep quiet, but it wasn’t just the tight, desperate clench of Hyunjin’s rim that had him unraveling; it was the maddening drag of Minho’s long cock, slick and hot as it pressed against his with every thrust, their tips catching wetly, forcing more moans out of him than he’d ever admit.

Behind them, Minho was fucking Hyunjin faster now, breath hitched, focus laser-sharp on the way Jisung’s nose scrunched each time their cocks slid over each other against the taller boy’s prostate. He could feel his boyfriend leaking—precum slicking every sloppy thrust—and knew Jisung was close. So was he.

And Hyunjin? Minho was surprised he hadn’t shattered until now.

The overstimulation pushed Hyunjin over the edge with violent force, whole body tensing, then collapsed into sobs and breathless cries as he came hard, untouched, painting Jisung’s chest and chin in thick ropes of cum, his cock trapped between their slick stomachs. Tears spilled freely from his eyes, mingling with Felix’s kisses, wetting their lips as he whimpered through the intensity of it all.

Jisung and Minho followed moments later, groaning into the taller boy’s shoulder, lost in each other’s eyes, as they spilled inside him, filling him until the overstretched rim fluttered helplessly around them, unable to contain the mess. It spilled out in warm squirts, dripping freely over Jisung’s cock and balls, trailing down to the towel-wrapped armchair in sticky, white streams as their cocks slowly slid free.

Hyunjin collapsed, utterly spent, melting into Jisung’s chest with a low, contented sigh as Felix stroked his hair and kissed his temple again and again.

“You did so good, Jinnie,” Felix whispered, voice soft as velvet. “You took them so well.”

“Please kiss me,” Hyunjin mumbled, barely coherent, reaching blindly. “I need to feel you close, angel…”

Felix didn’t hesitate. He kissed him gently, first on the mouth, then on the tip of his nose, earning a breathy little laugh from Hyunjin, who was too far gone to do anything but smile.

Minho, taking the aftercare task of cleaning up, busied himself with wiping them up with a soft cloth and careful fingers. He rubbed soothing circles into Hyunjin’s back and ass cheeks whenever a jolt of soreness made him flinch as he carefully cleaned his stretched hole, his care wordless but steady.

Then, after a long, quiet moment, Jisung stirred beneath them.

“What the fuck?” he muttered, blinking in disbelief at the corner of the room with the look of someone who had just witnessed Albert Einstein’s ghost twerking in a thong at Coachella. “Are we sure this is really our maknae and not, like, a shapeshifting alien? Because what the actual fuck is happening?” 

In that same corner stood Jeongin, the bottom half of his body revealed as his large red shirt hung over his top half. He stared at himself in the reflection of the body-length mirror mounted upon the wall, eyes dull yet pupils blown wide at the sight of himself so open and revealed to others. 

His dick, still slightly hard, bobbed under his own gaze as he remembered the past events of what happened and the immense feeling he previously experienced. His knees bobbled a little as a puff of air surpassed his clenched teeth, his own body turning him on. It confused him, but he didn’t stop it. 

Jeongin’s shirt was completely defaced, clinging to his sides from sweat despite the fact that it was oversized. The fabric was soft, nearly weightless, but now it bore a fresh, unmistakable mark just below the navel. The stain of slick cum glistened faintly under the dim lights, warm at first, now beginning to cool, sinking slowly into the bumps of the material. It spread in a lazy, irregular splatter, thick at the center and seeping outward into a translucent film that caught the light when he shifted. 

The shirt hadn’t been lifted and moved in time—or maybe he hadn’t wanted it to be. It clung there now, tacky against his skin as it soaked through the fabric, damp and slightly wrinkled where the release from the intense orgasm had landed. His breath had completely steadied from earlier on the couch, but his hands were now limp at his sides, twitching as he urged to touch, feel himself, to feel those emotions he did back at the studio. The stain pulsed with quiet meaning, raw and intimate, a visible echo of pleasure still heavy in the air. 

There was something deliberate in how he wore it, how he let it sit and not be ashamed, not hurried to hide it or be self-conscious. Just… proud. The mess, the pause, the stickiness—all part of it, all part of what happened. He hadn’t changed yet, maybe he wouldn’t, until he felt a presence behind him.

“You know…” Chan said in a suggestive tone as his eyes raked over Jeongin’s body, lingering on the cum stain which painted the lower half of the fabric. “That shirt is so dirty, so sinister,” he hummed, hand sliding around to the younger’s stomach from behind as his finger slipped under the hem. “You should just take it off,” Chan whispered into the shell of Jeongin’s ear as his chin rested on his shoulder. 

“Is that right, hyung?” Jeongin replied in a quiet mumble, his own hands lifting the bottom inch of the shirt to show his honey skin beneath. Chan, who was still erect from the scenes around, felt his cock twitch at the honorific in a way that made his stomach churn.

“Yeah, it is. There’s no point in wearing something so soiled,” Chan confirmed as his hand ventured under the younger’s shirt, hand splayed flat against the warm skin of his stomach which had a faint tackiness from sweat and seeping cum.

“Then you should take it off of me,” Jeongin said in a shuddery breath, head leaning back against Chan’s shoulder as he moved the elder’s hands to the edges of his shirt. 

Chan didn't hesitate, his fingers wrapping around the damp material as he slowly inched it up his body. Chan’s warm fingers occasionally brushed the skin, making Jeongin shiver as his gaze stayed fixed on the mirror, as did Chan’s. Maybe it was the fact he was undressing another man like shown in those porn videos, or the way the younger shivered and twitched, but it made Chan want to try new things.

Jeongin’s abs shone under the slight cast across his sweaty skin, each sliver of skin being revealed excruciatingly slow. Jeongin’s thoughts wandered back to how he felt when he saw himself in those outfits, hot, sexy, aroused. As his shirt finally reached the top of his chest, he let his finger trace over the dip of his own abs, biting down on his bottom lip whilst thoughts infiltrated his mind. Jeongin knew it was weird to think of himself like that, but he couldn’t stop it. He looked at his reflection through heavy lashes, the shame of being covered in cum and feeling gross only fueling his thoughts about how attractive he viewed himself as, so undisguised—pornographic, even. 

Chan pulled the shirt all the way over the younger’s head, leaving him completely bare in front of the reflective glass and he discarded the stained red cloth to the side as his hands made their way to Jeongin’s abs from behind. The older’s hands slowly grazed over the dips and curves before his touch grew firmer, pressing Jeongin back against him.

“Is this okay, Jeongin-ah?” Chan asked quietly as he watched them both through the reflection, hands still wandering the vocalists' top half.

“Anything is okay when it's for you, hyung,” Jeongin replied but he felt how Chan shuddered behind him and the way the older’s dick jolted against his hip. “Do you get turned on when I call you that?” Jeongin asked as his hands moved Chan’s to his hips. 

“O—Only in this situation,” Chan replied with bated breath, resting his chin on Jeongin’s shoulder once again as his fingers dug into the hip bones of the vocalist.

“Hmm,” the younger man hummed in reply as he took Chan’s hand. “I look good, hyung, even with your hands on me,” he said with a slight grin as he continued to check himself out in the mirror.

Chan groaned slightly, turned on and slightly regretted telling Jeongin how the honorifics made him feel as he knew that it wouldn’t end now. Jeongin let his head loll to the side as his eyes felt like a trail of fire along his own body, and Chan’s hand only added to the effect.

As they began to calm down, the shift of Seungmin getting off of the sofa caught his attention and he watched through the mirror as his fellow vocalist made his way over to Felix with a devilish look in his eyes.

But before that, after a few moments of shaky recovery, Felix had gently tugged Hyunjin’s limp, spent body to the couch. Now all six of them sat scattered around, breath catching in their throats, fully focused on the unexpected spectacle that Jeongin was putting up.

Their jaws hung loose as they watched him confidently stare at his flushed skin in the mirror with a bold and burning gaze in his eyes. The energy radiating from him was magnetic, shameless and sexy, dripping with a confidence none of them had expected from him. None of them could tear their eyes from the younger’s movements.

Seungmin and Changbin lounged close by on the cushions, equally entertained by whatever freaky show Jeongin and Chan were putting up. But Seungmin’s attention shifted when Felix squirmed uncomfortably beneath Hyunjin’s weight, his flushed cock still hard and neglected, twitching slightly as though it refused to accept the night was over.

Hyunjin noticed and reached down with a lazy hand, gently wrapping his fingers around it, tugging with slow, tired strokes in an attempt to offer some relief.

Felix stopped him with a breathy chuckle, swatting his hand away.

“No, it’s okay. You need to rest, love. I’m fine,” he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to Hyunjin’s damp temple.

But Seungmin was already leaning closer, eyes locked on Felix with a little smile curling at his lips.

“Let me take care of you, then,” he offered, voice soft and teasing as he scratched lightly behind Felix’s ear, as if he was petting a cat.

Felix melted into the touch, eyes fluttering shut with a soft purr that rumbled in his chest.

“I promised you, remember?” Seungmin whispered, placing a tender kiss on his neck as his hand slid smoothly down Felix’s toned abs, stopping to wrap around his flushed length with a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah… okay,” Felix sighed, voice already breathy as pleasure spread slowly across his face.

“What do you want me to do to you, baby Lixie?” Seungmin asked sweetly, cupping Felix’s cheek with one hand, thumb stroking his jaw. He could feel Hyunjin’s heated gaze on him—burning and delightfully jealous—and it made the corners of Seungmin’s mouth twitch with amusement. Sweet, angelic Felix and romantic Hyunjin were such a jealous pair. Who would’ve thought? 

“Want your tongue in me… never met someone who eats ass like you,” Felix said, then leaned in, pressing his face into the crook of Seungmin’s neck. “And so you can show Bin-hyung the little magic you can do with your tongue,” he then said quieter with a smirk curling against Seungmin’s skin.

A shiver rolled down Seungmin’s spine at the feel of Felix’s breath on his ear.

“Okay, ass up on the floor,” Seungmin encouraged Felix with a light slap on his thigh. Felix complied, lowering himself, while Seungmin followed him, feeling Changbin’s curious gaze watching closely, while Hyunjin’s eyes pierced right through him.

“Hyunjin-ah, come hold his hand. You might want front row seats for this,” Seungmin winked, laughing as Hyunjin scrambled to his feet, almost losing balance from the soreness in his muscles. Changbin shifted on the couch too, angling himself for a better view of Seungmin’s hands as they gently spread Felix’s ass cheeks. Seungmin spit lightly on Felix’s rim before diving in with his tongue, making Felix jerk forward and let out a startled whine.

“Hmm, love rimming you when you’re already so stretched open, Lix,” Seungmin mumbled, his voice muffled as he buried himself deeper, gripping Felix’s sides firmly to keep him steady.

Seungmin’s lips and tongue teased Felix’s entrance relentlessly, slick with spit to glide smoothly and heatedly over his inner walls. When Seungmin quickened the pace, tongue-fucking him with fervor, Felix became a moaning mess—eyes glassy and rolled back, lips parted wide with breathless curses and helpless moans.

Hyunjin pressed soft kisses to his knuckles, eyes locked on Felix’s face, committing every wrinkle of his scrunched nose and every flicker of emotion in his blissed-out expression to memory, wanting to capture the raw intensity on canvas later in vivid detail.

Meanwhile, Jeongin stood frozen across the room, ears ringing from the wrecked sobs of pleasure spilling from Felix’s lips as Seungmin worked him over. He wondered silently if being rimmed really was that good—seeing Felix reduced to pure mush, whimpering helplessly, thighs quivering and pushing his hips involuntarily to meet Seungmin’s eager tongue. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Felix screamed, voice broken, his sharp Australian accent cutting through the haze of overwhelming pleasure as Seungmin’s tongue twitched relentlessly inside him. Felix could feel Seungmin’s steady breath through his nose—the deep inhales and exhales ruffling the soft vellus hairs on his lower back—while his chin dragged hotly against Felix’s perineum.  

Changbin watched intently, captivated by the frantic motion of Seungmin’s head, working tirelessly to coax those needy whines and broken cries from Felix, his dark hair ruffling where it brushed against the blonde’s skin.

It didn’t take long before Felix tipped over the edge, a guttural, wrecked shout escaping him as his body trembled under overstimulation. His cock twitched, releasing thick, white ropes of cum onto the floor between his spread knees.

Panting heavily, Felix caught his breath as Seungmin pulled away with a wet, satisfied noise, wiping his spit-slicked chin with the back of his wrist. He locked eyes with Changbin, a smirk playing on his lips. 

Changbin was certain that if he weren’t so utterly spent himself, he’d be on his knees right now, shouting ‘Me next!’ and begging Seungmin to make him feel that good. Maybe it was time to confess he had just made up his mind and he was down to try rimming after all. But Seungmin’s smirk only deepened, clearly reading that thought in the blush flooding Changbin’s cheeks without a word needed.

Then, Seungmin glanced back to try catching Jeongin’s thoughts as well, and it was clear exactly what they were by the glint in his eye.

Jeongin and Chan made their way to the armchair where Minho and Jisung were cuddled up together after their intense orgasms.

“Move, we want the armchair,” Jeongin said with a slight eye roll that spurred mostly from desperation. Being the youngest, most of them would comply with anything if he asked, so the two boyfriends begrudgingly got up and sat in the messy pillow pile.

Jeongin sat on the armchair, the vibrating plug held tightly in his grip as Chan guided the younger's hand again further along his cock. The sight of Felix so wrecked made him think about what it felt like and whether a straight man could please himself in ways other than jerking off. Was it normal to feel his mouth watering and stomach tingling at the mere thought of anal play? And if that turned him on, could he really still call himself straight?

“Channie-hyung...” Jeongin said in a breathless voice as he felt himself get close to the edge. “I want to feel as good as Felix-hyung did,” he gasped, sucking in a quick breath through his teeth.

Chan’s dick twitched again at the honorific ‘hyung’ before he shifted slightly to get closer to Jeongin, bracing a hand against the armrest.

“Are you sure?” Chan asked, breathing hot on Jeongin’s shoulder as the older’s hand ran along the younger's stomach with gentle precision.

“Y—yes,” Jeongin said quietly as Chan’s tongue connected with his chest. Ever since the porn video, Chan wanted to try something new so here he was, tongue streaking along Jeongin’s shoulder, hot and soft. 

Chan slipped onto his knees in front of the couch but hovered above Jeongin, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his skin, his fingers gliding along the curve of Jeongin’s ribs like he was memorizing one of their lyrics.

He leaned in slowly, lips barely brushing the surface, lingering at the hollow just beneath Jeongin’s collarbone. There was no urgency, only a deliberate exploration, like each touch held an intention that nobody wanted to say. Chan’s breath was warm and unhurried, ghosting across Jeongin’s skin as he pressed his mouth lower, tracing the faint line between bone and muscle with slow, detailed attention.

Jeongin's hand moved to Chan’s shoulder, not to guide him, but to anchor himself from the overstimulation, grounding himself in the sensation. The air felt heavier now, thick with quiet tension and unspoken meaning. Time slowed as each movement, each pause, was a question and an answer all at once, but in a way that signified deep connections.

Chan’s lips continued their path with soft pressure and careful restraint, painting silence with sensation, staying in that space between affection and friendship. His tongue moved to one of the younger’s nipples lapping over the hardened bump as his hand gently toyed with the other. 

A string of whines and moans left Jeongin's lips as he felt himself reaching the edge, hot tears wetting the corner of his eyes and sticking his eyelashes together—he knew he was close. Chan’s tongue trailed dangerously low, inching close to the freshly shaved trail of stomach hair whilst his fingers continued playing with Jeongin’s nipple. A low moan rippled from the younger's throat as the vibrating waves hit deep in his core and his body felt like it burned.

His head threw back, hair tossed out of his face as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple, bottom lips sucked into his mouth to hold his moans. Chan grabbed his hand, pushing the precum-slicked plug slowly toward the bottom of his perineum, dangerously close to his rim which coaxed a strangled whine out of his lips. But when he felt Chan’s chin lightly brush his hip, leaving a tentative lick at the base of his cock, he knew it was too much, like a timer had just hit the final second. 

His cum came out in thick, long shots, clinging onto Chan’s hair that hung in front of his eyes and some of the sticky liquid splattered to the slight hint of stubble on his chin. The off-white, slightly transparent substance slowly ran along the curve of Chan’s jaw, the pull of gravity making it drip off and landing on Jeongin’s thigh. 

The vocalist looked mortified, but also strangely proud. He saw how Chan’s face was completely covered—like his shirt had been—and reached his hand to wipe it off his eyes.

“Sorry, hyung,” Jeongin said with a shy smile, cheeks glistening with tears shed from the overwhelming pleasure, wiping his hand on the towel that was draped over the armchair.

“It’s okay—shit!” That was enough for Chan. Seeing Jeongin wrecked like that, getting his face covered in cum and being called hyung with that broken voice, it made him spiral into his own, untouched.

Chan’s cum leaked out onto the floor from where he was kneeling, pooling below him in a small puddle that seeped into the large towel. His hands fisted the arm of the seat, legs threatening to give out beneath him as his hips bucked forward into nothingness to ride out the orgasm. 

After he was completely milked, he shuffled toward the edge of the armchair, picking up a clean towel to wipe his face; however he felt a firm grasp on his chin. Jeongin leaned in, tongue flattened and steamy as he licked his own cum from his leader's jawline and neck, eyes fluttering closed. The taste was salty, but had a subtle sweetness to it which only fed into his own thoughts of himself. He pulled back, sucking his lips clean as Chan glanced around, dumbfounded, to gauge if anyone else saw that or he had just imagined it.

And with that last orgasm, the night seemed to have died down and turned into a warmer atmosphere of love and affection. But to break through the gentle words shared by the cuddled up pairs, Jeongin spoke up with a smile.

“Okay, I have to admit it… That was so much fun, we should do it again sometime,” he said with an innocent tone whilst a wave of shocked groans rippled through the room. How was he so different from before?

“Seriously, Channie-hyung, what have you done to our poor baby?” Changbin said with an overexaggerated look of disgust, pulling a few chuckles from the boys around. 

Chan put his hands up in the air as an innocent ‘It wasn’t me,’ gesture before another one chimed in.

“I thought I would never see the day that Jeongin even hugs someone, nevermind… this,” Felix said with a small smile, then continued. “And I thought I was pretty innocent.”

“Innocent? You must be joking, Lix,” Seungmin said with a loud laugh and shook his head whilst sharing a sidelong glance with Changbin who had his arm slung around the younger boy’s frame. 

“Yeah, okay, back to our slutty Innie, what got into you so suddenly?” Felix diverted the topic with a wide but fascinated grin, passing a handful of granola bars and water bottles to the group. 

Jeongin smiled slightly before giving a shrug and wiping his forehead from sweat. “I don’t know, I must have just been worked up or something. But it was fun, hence we should do it again another time,” he repeated as he took one of the water bottles and twisted the cap off to take a sip.

With that, they all settled back into the comfortable silence of quiet crunches and tiny sips of water, partners tangled together and the air warm with the lingering heat of sex before Chan’s fuzzy brain had fully settled back into his skull. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the sheer scale of the chaos. Towels were scattered across every reachable surface of the living room, all soiled with drying patches of cum and lube. He groaned, already dreading the next day when he’d have to wash them all.

Wait—he?

Oh, hell no. He promised himself he was making the others help this time.

“Oh my god, what a mess! There’s cum everywhere!” Chan whined, glaring at his bandmates with righteous indignation. “I knew letting you have this orgy in my house was a bad idea!”

“Pretty sure at least one-eighth of that cum is yours, hyung,” Seungmin shot back, snickering into Changbin’s shoulder, while the older struggled not to wheeze like a teapot out loud.

“You’re all helping me wash these towels tomorrow, am I clear?” Chan groaned again, pointing an accusing finger at each of them.

“But you love doing laundry so much, hyung. How could we be so heartless and take that joy away from you?” Minho replied dryly, already on his feet.

He strode toward the bathroom, followed closely by Jisung, Changbin, and Seungmin—all of whom began humming the obnoxiously cheerful washing machine jingle Chan had once admitted he liked, just to piss him off.

Chan was left speechless, able to do nothing but roll his eyes fondly at their antics and pull Jeongin closer into his side.

After that, it didn’t take long until they all got comfortable in the two bedrooms, with Felix, Hyunjin, Chan and Jeongin settling down in Chan’s—still clean—lavender scented sheets. The older boy lay in bed whilst the youngest occupied the shower, Chan reading a book, hair still damp from the much needed shower, and the other two cuddled up together.

Hyunjin lay curled on his side, his head resting gently on Felix’s now clothed lap. His nose was buried in the faint scent of Jeongin’s clean underwear and the lingering essence of wet wipes, blending with the warm, addictive sweetness of Felix’s skin. After everything had calmed down, Felix had taken care of him—feeding him and tenderly wiping him clean with soft swipes wherever Minho’s hands hadn’t reached, figuring Hyunjin was too sore and worn out to make it to the bathroom.

With every wipe and kiss, Felix had murmured soft reassurances against his skin, comforting him when he winced or tensed, then ending it all with a delicate kiss to his lips.  

Hyunjin had loved every second of being pounded brainless by Minho and Jisung, the delicious sting of the stretch still glowing faintly in his memory. But now that the endorphins and bliss had ebbed away, what remained was a dull ache in his rim and the gentle soreness in his lower back. 

So he let himself melt into Felix’s presence—safe, warm, surrounded by lazy touches and whispered words. Felix toyed with his hair absentmindedly, twisting it into loose braids or uneven pigtails, chuckling every time Hyunjin groaned with a smile about how ridiculous he probably looked. And still, despite the comfort, something stirred in Hyunjin’s chest. A quiet unease, tugging at the edge of a thought he couldn’t shake.

“Angel…” Hyunjin mumbled sleepily, cracking one eye open as he reached up, intertwining their fingers in his hair.

“Hmm?” Felix hummed, smiling down at him, his gaze glowing with post-orgasmic warmth and something even softer—something that made Hyunjin’s heart stutter.

“Isn’t it kinda shitty?” Hyunjin began, voice low, “That we had our first time… during an orgy? I wanted it to be special, and maybe this wasn’t…” His words trailed off, insecurity flickering behind them.

Felix didn’t hesitate. He lifted their linked hands and kissed Hyunjin’s knuckles tenderly, silencing his doubts before they could settle.

“But it was special,” he whispered. “Because it was you. As long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter what’s going on around us. You make it special.”

Felix shifted, moving his legs from beneath Hyunjin’s head so he could bend down and kiss him gently, sealing his words with warmth.

“Oh—and about earlier… sorry for being jealous,” Felix added sheepishly, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “I had absolutely no right to act like that. I mean, nothing’s really been said between us, so…”

Hyunjin’s lips quirked, and he exhaled slowly. “But I want something to be said. I want us to be more than just stolen kisses and jumping each other in the dark. I think you already figured it out, but… I’m in love with you.” 

His voice was raw, stripped down by exhaustion and vulnerability. And yet he didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. He meant it and for the first time he wasn’t scared of the consequences of his words.

Felix froze for a split second, then gaped. “Wait—you’re in love with me?” he whisper-yelled, before his face broke into a blinding smile. “You’re in love with me? Like… really?”

Hyunjin barely had time to laugh before Felix flung himself forward, smashing their lips together in a kiss that had the intoxicating taste of joy.  

When they pulled apart, Hyunjin giggled into Felix’s shoulder, chest rising with something lighter than air.

“So… should I take that as a ‘Oh my god, Hyunjin, I’m in love with you too’?” he teased, dropping his voice lower into a poor imitation of Felix’s baritonal voice.

Felix’s eyes widened. “Shit—did I forget to say it back?!”

Hyunjin nodded, smirking amused.

Felix laughed, red blooming across his cheeks as he leaned in again, his lips ghosting over Hyunjin’s. “Well then… I love you,” he whispered, before sealing it with another kiss. “More than I would have ever guessed, love.” 

Their soft giggles and lazy kisses soon blended into the hush of the room, muffling the quiet mumble of Chan reading his book to himself and the soft running of the shower.

Chan lay spread out on his bed, one hand behind his head and book in the other hand after cleaning up from the night and disinfecting the whole of their living room—through countless arguments of who would help clean. 

Jeongin stood in the doorway, towel loose around his shoulders, hair damp and clinging to his temples. His eyes flicked toward Chan, curled up on the bed with a book, legs stretched out.

“Hey,” Jeongin mumbled, voice low as if it was hesitant and he wanted to say something on the tip of his tongue.

Chan looked up from his book before slotting his finger in the page as a makeshift book mark, smiling. “Hey… shower okay?” he asked in that usual comforting tone.

Jeongin nodded, then hesitated again. His fingers picked at the towel’s edge. “Can I... would it be weird if I asked for something?”

Chan sat up a little, a look of confusion yet curiosity on his face. “Not weird. What do you need?” 

Jeongin exhaled, barely above a whisper. “Just... some aftercare. From today. I know it was a lot.”

Chan’s expression softened as he nodded. “C’mere, Jeongin-ah. You don’t have to ask.” 

Chan set his book aside and pulled back the comforter with one arm as Jeongin slowly walked over. He was still visibly unsure, his shoulders hunched, eyes uncertain. Jeongin climbed onto the bed cautiously but the older man was already sitting up against the headboard, arms out slightly. He waited, no pressure, letting Jeongin settle in at his own pace. The younger moved closer, then let himself lean into Chan’s side. Chan guided an arm around him slowly, hand rubbing up and down his arm, grounding him.

“I know it can feel weird after,” Chan said quietly. “Emotionally. Like you gave out too much,” he said with reassurance, holding him close but loose in case he wanted to move away or it was too much, however Jeongin closed his eyes, nodding against Chan’s chest. “It’s okay to want softness after something intense. You don’t need a reason.”

Jeongin sighed as Chan adjusted them both, pulling a blanket over them. Chan let his fingers comb through Jeongin’s damp hair, careful, slow. “Is this alright?” Chan murmured quietly.

“Yeah... more than alright,” Jeongin replied in a quiet whisper, leaning closer but he didn’t want to admit how good this actually felt. 

Chan kissed the top of his head in a featherlight brush, squeezing the top of his arm. “Good. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

Jeongin melted a little more with each breath, the tightness leaving his chest in pieces. He adjusted his position, curling closer, resting one leg over Chan’s. They found a rhythm in the silence, the warmth of Chan’s body, the steady heartbeat. The way the room seemed smaller, quieter now even with Hyunjin and Felix just to their side. Chan held him without question, without tension, the kind of holding that said, ‘You’re safe.’

Chan’s hand moved in slow, steady circles over Jeongin’s back, fingers dragging gently against cotton and skin. His other arm remained snug around Jeongin’s waist, anchoring him. Jeongin had gone pliant against him, breath deepening, his body soft with trust. One of his hands rested on Chan’s chest, fingers curled gently around the soft shirt Chan had thrown on after his shower.

Chan shifted only slightly to press a firmer kiss into Jeongin’s temple. His lips lingered for a beat before pulling away. Chan was always the one for affection, but Jeongin usually rejected it, so it was clear he needed it after being so overstimulated. 

The blanket rustled as Jeongin shifted closer, nuzzling into the crook of Chan’s neck. “Warm,” he mumbled.

“Yeah?” Chan whispered. “Good. Just let yourself rest, you need it,” he added in a gentle and calming tone. 

The room was hushed, Hyunjin and Felix now quiet. Chan’s fingertips traced the slope of Jeongin’s spine in small arcs, letting silence do most of the work in conveying the sense of safety.

He adjusted them again, laying more on his back so Jeongin could drape across his chest, then Jeongin’s leg slid between Chan’s, comfortably tangled now. His breathing evened out. Chan’s hand moved to the back of his head, brushing over soft hair, fingertips grazing the nape of his neck. Every touch was an offering ‘I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,’ through the quiet. Jeongin gave a small sigh, his hand squeezing lightly at Chan’s shirt before going still again.

The weight of the night, the residue of intensity, slowly unwound. There was nothing to say anymore, just warmth, presence, closeness. Chan watched the ceiling for a moment, feeling Jeongin's breath ghost over his skin. Then he smiled, pressing one more kiss to his forehead.

“Night, Jeongin-ah,” Chan whispered as he shut his eyes.

“Hmm... night, hyung,” Jeongin replied, half-asleep.

Chan’s voice was the last thing in the room. “You did great today. You’re okay now.”

Silence returned, soft and full as they stayed wrapped together, breathing in time, no space left between them.

Meanwhile, in Jeongin’s room, Changbin spooned Seungmin, fingertips softly tracing lazy patterns over the younger’s lean stomach, making him relax and sink deeper into his embrace.

“This was really fun, wasn’t it?” Seungmin muttered as he struggled to turn his body in Changbin’s grasp to face him and kiss his forehead, just because he couldn’t stop himself. Stupid butterflies that always made him do stupid things whenever his eyes landed on Changbin’s stupidly cute sleepy gaze.

“Yeah, it was. And you really let loose and had a lot of fun, didn't you?” Changbin teased, then yawned, pulling him flush against his body and breathing in the scent of Chan’s shampoo from Seungmin’s still damp hair.

They had taken a quick shower with Minho and Jisung in Chan and Jeongin’s enormous stall, kissing lazily under the running water and soaping each other while chatting with the other couple about the whole experience. Later, Changbin had tried to dry Seungmin’s hair with an old T-shirt since they were out of towels, almost making him throw up as he shook his head in the fabric like a lunatic.

They bickered for a few minutes until Changbin picked up Seungmin, still yelling, and dropped him seated on the washing machine, silencing him with a kiss. Seungmin gasped onto his lips, immediately wrapping a leg around Changbin’s waist, heel pulling him closer, and Changbin grabbed his thigh to hold him still.

Jisung gaped, dumbfounded at Seungmin’s eager whimper, not believing they could still think about having sex after everything that had happened, while Minho just whistled lowly, muttering something about being quiet if they were going to fuck again.

“We’re not going to fuck again!” Changbin yelled at Minho and Jisung’s backs. But then his voice dropped as he looked at Seungmin, unsure. His boyfriend was insatiable, so he could never know. “… Right?” 

Seungmin just chuckled, hitting his shoulder playfully and jumping off the washing machine. He grabbed the pile of folded clothes they stole from Chan and Jeongin’s wardrobes and started to get dressed, their previous pyjamas too stained and sweaty to wear again.

Changbin snapped back to the present when Seungmin chuckled softly, the flashback of the shower abruptly ending from hearing his third favourite sound—his boyfriend’s laugh. 

“Baby, knowing they watched me getting used by you and getting completely drunk on your thick cock was such a huge turn-on.”

“I knew you had a thing for exhibitionism, but this was on another level,” Changbin teased, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “You were so hot… I think Chan-hyung is scarred. You were too lost in pleasure to notice how he looked at you—should I get competitive? He might want to steal you from me.”

“Not happening. I love you,” Seungmin said simply, pecking his lips and then hiding his face in Changbin’s broad chest, nuzzling his nose into the bare skin and trying to fall asleep under his boyfriend’s whispered ‘I love you’ and gentle head scratches.

“You know,” Changbin began soon after, gently toying with Seungmin’s hair, “I kind of expected you to need a lot more aftercare today. It was so intense—I thought for sure you’d slip into subspace like you usually do, get all emotionally fucked out. But today felt different, didn’t it?”

Seungmin shifted groggily to meet his eyes, pausing to consider his response. It wasn’t like it had never happened before—especially after quickies—but today had been the kind of the perfect scenario that normally sent him straight into that soft, fuzzy headspace he always craved.

“Maybe you were right, baby,” he admitted with a sheepish laugh, cheeks warming. “I might have to accept that I wasn’t acting as subby as I usually am.”

He hesitated, then let the rest spill out before he could second-guess it.

“I think… Maybe it’s because, even though I trust all of them with my life, my subconscious doesn’t quite trust them to see me like that. To take care of me when I’m deep in subspace. Maybe Lixie or Channie could, without it being too much of a psychological pressure. But with you… I instantly knew you’d hold me just like I needed the most. I think you’re the only one I truly feel safe enough with to completely let go. And my subconscious made that choice that first time you fucked my mouth.”

His voice had dropped to a whisper by the end, words tumbling out before he could fully register the weight they carried.

Changbin’s eyes shimmered in the dim light, a trace of tears gathering along his waterline. He tried to open his mouth but no words came out—nothing felt big enough, worthy enough to meet what Seungmin had just given him. So instead, he leaned in and kissed him. Slow, warm and gentle. A silent ‘Thank you’ wrapped in lips and tongue.

He knew what Seungmin’s trust meant. That with one careless word, he could break something as delicate and brilliant as his precious boyfriend. But he made a quiet promise to himself, right there, to protect every inch of Seungmin’s complicated, beautiful mind with everything he had.

Beside them, Minho lay on the bed, shoulders leaning against the headboard of Jeongin’s bed, one leg drawn up with the other laying flat out. Jisung laid his head down on the elder's stomach, resting his hand on his waist. Minho looked down with a small bread smile, his veiny hand finding his boyfriend’s hair. Jisung nuzzled into the touch with a small sigh, his own hand tracing small circles on Minho’s waist.

“That feels amazing, jagi,” Jisung said in a small and quiet voice, throat raspy and sore from the amount of noises that managed to escape him throughout the night. He gave Minho’s waist a tiny squeeze of appreciation whilst his eyes fluttered closed.

“Hmm? Is it good?” Minho replied as he massaged Jisung’s scalp whilst the middle of his fingers tugged gently at the hair. He brought his spare hand up to rest on the younger’s chest, rubbing the skin with a firm but calming pressure. 

“Yeah, it’s really good,” Jisung confirmed as he pressed a soft kiss into Minho’s stomach, eyes not opening as he savoured the feeling. A small moment of quiet passed over them as they recalled the events of the night before a thought filled Jisung’s mind.

“It was nice showering with Binnie-hyung and Seungmin, don’t you think? It was cool to actually talk about the whole thing and discuss it as a group. Those two are so cute together, like they are actually perfect,” Jisung explained, voice dropping quiet as he said the last part so the couple didn’t hear his appreciation for their love. 

“Yeah, they remind me of us when we were just in our pre-debut days,” Minho added with a short laugh, ruffling Jisung’s hair up for a second before raking it back again. 

“It was cool and hot to have an orgy, just as I thought,” Minho then whispered, thinking out loud. “But tomorrow, you’re all for me. No one else… just us.”

Jisung almost shivered at how Minho’s voice dropped to a possessive tone, his hand squeezing the elder’s side a little tighter. “Oh yeah? Is that a threat or a promise?” He said with a smug grin, but it was cut off by a yawn.

“Both. But right now, you need to sleep,” Minho said back whilst planting a soft yet firm kiss between Jisung’s eyes. It was almost confusing how dominant yet loving he could be, but Jisung wouldn’t change it for the world. 

The rapper nodded, turning into the dancer’s stomach as he wrapped his arms around his stomach tightly whilst letting his mind succumb to the exhaustion. Minho also settled down, arms loosely linking around Jisung as he closed his own eyes, shuffling down so he could lay his head down on the pillow.

“Goodnight, I love you,” Jisung muttered tiredly as he planted one last little kiss on Minho’s scar which lay on his abs.

“Goodnight, I love you too,” Minho replied with a small smile, patting Jisung’s hair almost as if he were a cat that was sleeping peacefully in his lap. 

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, tired and drained from the night, all whilst being completely fulfilled and satisfied. Their love lingered in a little bubble around them, creating a cozy atmosphere as they cradled each other, even through the unconsciousness of sleep. 

---

It had been a week since that night and now, the eight boys stood backstage, ready for Chan to go on for his classic solo Railway. Jeongin held the huge, bright yellow and ridiculous looking banana hat in his hands with a giant smile on his face as the other chuckled quietly. 

“Put it on, Channie-hyung,” Felix said with a high pitch and dragged out voice as he folded his arms, leaning against Hyunjin’s side. 

“Yeah, come on we haven’t got all night,” Changbin said with a scoff but his lips showed the slight curve of the corner of his mouth as he slinked his arm around Seungmin’s shoulders. 

“God, jagi, just like threaten him of something,” Jisung added with a slight giggle, nudging Minho’s shoulder with his own as he tried to coax him towards the oldest.

The bickering continued as Chan continued to refuse, but it really got to the end when production told them that Chan had to be on within the next thirty seconds or else people were going to think the show was over or there was an issue. The boys all grinned widely, knowing he had to do it.

“Time is ticking,” Seungmin said as Hyunjin nodded in agreement, the pair sharing a look that said ‘This is going to be priceless,’ before giggling to themselves.

“Come on, hyung. Wear the hat,” Jeongin said with a teasing grin, shoving the hat forward towards the older. 

“No way! I’m not wearing that stupid banana hat on stage in front of all the STAY’s! That is way too far—” Chan began to protest, but before he could finish, Minho had grabbed the hat, slapped it on his head and pushed him to the edge of the stage. 

“Good luck, hyung,” Minho said with a smirk, pushing him onto stage where a huge echo of laughs erupted the stadium. Thousands of pictures were taken at that moment, people wondering why he wore that huge hat as the light dimmed to red.

Chan went through his performance, trying to stay professional all whilst half naked in the most unserious accessory. He could hear the others laughing in his head, and when his song came to an end and he went backstage, everyone was doubled over in laughter.

Jeongin raised his mic to his lips, talking into it from backstage with a sing-song voice. “Great job, hyung,” he said with a teasing wink at Chan and they both knew exactly what he meant. Chan looked mortified, but he had to quickly cover it as they went back on stage, acting as if nothing had happened even after Jeongin just mocked his kink from their previous night. 

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A little over a year had passed, and Chan lay sprawled on his bed, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. It was his day off, and he’d just stepped out of the shower, muscles still sore and mind fuzzy from an intense workout at the gym. Mentally and physically drained, he had nothing better to do than dive into social media.

He chuckled softly as he watched funny and creative edits of his members, utterly impressed by STAYs’ talent for taking random clips out of context and turning them into hilarious memes. If he had to be honest, they all were great material—all so memable and funny. His phone screen was now filled with one of Hyunjin’s most hilarious clips—him dressed in a woman’s outfit, screaming at the top of his lungs into a cabinet, caught on endless repeat. The phone trembled against his stomach as laughter shook his whole body. Man, he loved those crackheads of his more than anything.

Then, as he scrolled further, an image caught his eye. It showed himself on stage at a concert, sporting a giant banana hat, the picture taken while performing Railway. He remembered how much he had fought with the stylists to keep that absurd hat on. The bet had been humiliating: he was the first to stain his pyjama bottoms with precum, so he was forced to wear the ridiculous headpiece. But as the leader, he knew he had to keep up with the chaotic energy of his bandmates or risk them becoming even more unruly.

STAYs had found it absolutely hilarious; his face was plastered in memes across the internet. And really, who could blame them? A half-naked man performing a sexy song with a giant banana on his head was pure gold.

Chan’s eyes wandered down to the comments. Fans were still baffled, a whole year later, trying to figure out why he’d done it. The most popular—and likely—theory was that he’d lost a bet. Which bet? Well, that was one secret he hoped STAY’s never managed to uncover.

Smiling fondly at the memory, Chan heard the familiar click of keys turning in the lock. Jeongin was home. He glanced up at the ceiling, lost in thought, before pushing himself up to greet his roommate.

He would always remember their first Humpocalypse fondly.

Notes:

Okay, is everyone still alright? Not too shocked? Good. We want to thank you all for sticking with us, waiting, and reading the whole fic, your support means everything to us. We can’t express how much we appreciate all the kudos you left and the comments that brightened our days!
We won’t say it's been easy, but it's been fun. We had so many laughs shared and created a great friendship out of this.
Sad that it's over? We won't say too much, but let's just mention that we have many ideas, and some may be stirring up. We bet that you would love to see some more of SeungBin, with maybe even a little of Chan… no spoilers for anything though.
We would also love to hear your feedback, so let us know who your favourite written character was or which dynamic you found the most interesting!
With that, we leave it here.
—Team Manhandle Us

Chapter 4: Bonus chapter (crack)

Notes:

Okay, okay, we know we said we were leaving it there, but… Sike, we're back again for an extra chapter. This chapter isn't related to the fic, but we wanted to add it to show how our bond formed over time and some behind-the-scenes moments.
These are some of our conversations, the first things we said after we (finally) found out how to share a google doc, and even some things we kept whilst marking. Yes, we did audibly laugh at most of this.
We hope you laugh as much as we did making this, because we truly find ourselves hilarious.
And, please, repeat after us: WE HATE AUTOCORRECT.
—Team Manhandle Us

Us: *struggling to make the shared doc work*

Not_so_normal_stay: *naming the file ‘we need a title’*

Not_so_normal_stay: HI GRAACEE!!

graacee: HI NOT_SO_NORMAL_STAY!!

Not_so_normal_stay: Yeah, we did it!            

graacee: we do still need a title tho :(

 

Not_so_normal_stay: OMG YOU’RE THE HAN BIAS I’VE ALWAYS WANTED.

graacee: HAHAHAHAHAH YOU’RE THE LEE KNOW BIAS I’VE ALWAYS NEEDED.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: How many words do you want it to be? Since there will be a lot going on I was thinking at least 10k, if not more.

graacee: Yeah, 10/15k seems fine.

Us, now, with an almost 50k fic: We were clowns…

 

Not_so_normal_stay: No seriously, I sucked at English in high school, and I learned it from Louis Tomlinson’s interviews, so I’m not great lol.

graacee: Omg, that is such an amusing way to learn English lmaoo.

Not_so_normal_stay: graacee, that’s gibberish…

 

graacee: *Can’t stand the word ‘pee’*

Not_so_normal_stay: It’s okay, we can use ‘omorashi’, though it’s a little different. *really long explanation of omorashi and different kinds of urine-related kinks*

graacee: I won’t ask why you know so much about it.

Not_so_normal_stay: Let’s just say I’m not as against piss kink as I say on the internet.

graacee: Honestly, though… I don’t think anyone is against piss kink as they say they are. But let’s keep ‘pee desperation’ as I would rather deal with reading the word ‘pee’ over thinking that they have a fetish for nappies.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: *First of a long series of autocorrect fails* Fr… Wayne we can (WHO THE FUCK IS WAYNE) say something like— 

graacee: (NO WAY I SAID THAT EXACT THING OUT LOUD WHEN YOU WROTE WAYNE HAHA).

 

graacee: That’s true… At this point he’s basically a switch.

Not_so_normal_stay: In this state of mind how can he lead Jeongin as a dom with a hyung kink—OMG CINEMA CAME UP!

graacee: NO FUCKING WAY, SAME! IT STARTED BLASTING ON MY ALEXA!

Not_so_normal_stay: OMG ARE YOU FOR REAL? HAHAHA.

graacee: YES I’M SO FOR REAL RIGHT NOW HAHAHA.

 

graacee: Should we add a few lines of Changbin joining the two on the bed so it doesn’t seem like he teleported?

 

Not_so_normal_stay: *Talking about a section in Chapter 2* Omg, that’s just ‘straight’ porn.

graacee: HAHAHA I SAW THAT COMING.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: If you’re good at writing blow jobs go for it because I suck.

graacee: *Highlights the word ‘suck’* HAHAHAHAHAHA I HAD TO.

Not_so_normal_stay: Omg, this sentence is all wrong.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Hyunjin is giving the blow job to demonstrate he improved and he has… *tries and fails to write the word technique twenty times*

Not_so_normal_stay: AM I HAVING A STROKE?

Not_so_normal_stay: TEQNIK.

 

graacee: Call me a tech wizard (I’m thick asf).

 

graacee: Is there too much ‘cock’ in here?

Not_so_normal_stay: No, I don’t think there’s too much cock in here (lol that sounds so weird).

graacee: HAHAHAHAHAHA, can’t disagree with that. Amazing with your writing, questionable sometimes with feedback LMAO.

Not_so_normal_stay: I am awful at words.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: *Writing one of the smuttiest scenes* Just for context… Connected was playing when I wrote this scene and maybe it inspired me a bit too much.

 

graacee: Gotta build the climax, you know (sounds so wrong to say in this fic).

 

Not_so_normal_stay: AND CHAN IN THE CORNER GOING ‘SAY PLEASE?’

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Worst fic I’ve ever read was a Larry in which they met in a kink therapy session and Harry fucked Louis on the door knob… THE DOOR KNOB.

graacee: WAIT WHAT?

 

graacee: *Explaining ‘I love Atsushi’*

Not_so_normal_stay: I’m not gonna read about eye sockets. If there’s one thing that freaks me out are eyes not where they’re supposed to be.

graacee: Yeah, they also decapitated a baby and fucked the neck hole!!

Not_so_normal_stay: Oh, I love it! My favorite bedtime story!

graacee: Exactly, so comforting, right?

 

Not_so_normal_stay: That’s awfully explicit.

graacee: It's good though.

Not_so_normal_stay: *Makes the line even spicier*

graacee: NOW… THAT’S EXPLICIT.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: I hoped that the fact that Changbin doesn’t spank Seungmin right after this scene was enough, but better safe than sorry.

graacee: True or we might have to add more tags LMAOOO.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: I don’t want to make it toxic like ‘my dick is big, my dick is very big’ HAHAHAHAHAHA.

graacee: HAHAHAHAHAHA THE WAY IK WHAT SONG U MEAN!

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Love writing with you! You keep me from editing my text a *tries and fails to write ‘thousand’ a thousand times* 

Not_so_normal_stay: AM I HAVING ANOTHER STROKE?

Not_so_normal_stay: Thousand (thank god) times.

graacee: I love writing with you too, you make my writing better—two seconds, my dog is barking.

Not_so_normal_stay: AWWWWW, YOU’RE TOO SWEET!

graacee: AWWW, STOP!

 

Not_so_normal_stay: *Rants about her worries about her mother not eating well when she will be abroad for her master degree*

graacee: Video call her and eat together.

Not_so_normal_stay: Just like Seungmin does with Changbin.

graacee: STOP IT RN EVIL WITCH!!!! :(

Not_so_normal_stay: I UGLY SOBBED WHEN I FIRST SAW THAT.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: *Talking about a scene* I like it (ooh I like it, ooh ooh I like it, like it).

graacee: HAHAHAHAHA “Don’t ask what are we” —Hyunjin to Felix after this LMAOO.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Like when Hyunjin said Changbin is an omega male because he doesn’t eat his pizza crust.

graacee: HAHAHAHAHAHA.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: *Explaining to graacee the existence of Littleverse* I mean, if you squint they’re cute but they’re deeply disgusting if you think about it.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Okay, before we talk about it, I just wanted to point out something... while I was writing the scene I couldn't stop thinking that if you indulge in hetero double penetration of the same hole you have to at least be a little gay because that can't be straight.

graacee: HAHAHAHAHAHAH YES LMAOOO.

graacee, while editing: This is gold, 1% chance that a hetero guy that has tried double penetration will read this and get offended, but gold.

Not_so_normal_stay, while editing: I don't think they’ll get offended… It is kinda gay. I mean, the homoeroticism of two ducks rubbing together is high.

graacee, while editing: DUCKS.

Not_so_normal_stay, while editing: I give up.

 

graacee: Did you mean ducked or fucked or dicked? HAHAHA #wehateautocorrect HAHAHAHAH 

Not_so_normal_stay: Yeah, I meant dicked but autocorrect… It apparently has a thing for animals, just like correcting ‘squirts of cum’ with ‘squirrels of cum’ HAHAHAH.

 

graacee: What are your opinions on using the ‘~’? Because I know some people hate it. 

Not_so_normal_stay: Yeah... I'm one of those, but if you like it I can squint and pretend it's not there.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: *Excitedly recommends the use of WordHippo* Otherwise my pieces will be “the thing that is over the thing inside that thing.”

graacee: I’M CACKLING.

 

graacee: Good luck and my condolences, you will need them.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: SEEMED LIKE A BIT TOO MUCH TO LICK YOUR OWN CUM OFF YOUR ROOMMATE’S FACE.

graacee: NOTHING’S TOO MUCH IN OUR UNIVERSE.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Man, I’m doing my ‘giggling and kicking my feet’ face but the context is really inappropriate.

graacee: We did it. It’s perfectly disgusting. That’s one hell of a paragraph!

 

Not_so_normal_stay: It’s your dick, so it will always be great!!

Not_so_normal_stay: OH MY GOD! WHAT?! FIC!

graacee: OH.

Not_so_normal_stay: I MEANT FIC!

graacee: YES IT’S MY DICK!!

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Listen to my heartbeats *not what she had originally written*

graacee: HAHAHAHA YOU’RE STRUGGLING SO HARD, I’M DYING.

Not_so_normal_stay: THIS FUDKING AUTOCORRECT I HATE UT.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Lee Mango *another autocorrect fail*

graacee: HAHAHAHAHA WTF.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Btw, maybe mine is a bit too much to read over pizza. You need something stronger.

graacee: Like vodka? HAHAHAHA.

Not_so_normal_stay: Yeah, preferably straight.

 

graacee: IT'S MAYBE TOO DETAILED FOR ANYONE'S MENTAL HEALTH.

Not_so_normal_stay: That’s how we like it.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: *Sent a reel based on Lee Know’s Bubble responses* I love how Bubble seems to mostly mistranslate him.

graacee: SORRY "punish me" AND "I like your ass" HAHAHHA.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Okay.

Not_so_normal_stay: Okay breathe.

Not_so_normal_stay: I need to calm down.

Not_so_normal_stay: *she was not calm*

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Yeah, but my poor Hyunjin is split in half.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: *Discussing our own fics, no spoilers ;)* If you crave pain.

graacee: Always, babe, always.

Not_so_normal_stay: Good to know.

Not_so_normal_stay: Kinky, I like it HAHAHA.

graacee: HAHAHAHAH.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Anyway, I’m going to write my scenes now, catch up later.

Not_so_normal_stay: Have a great shift (is that even possible?).

graacee: I’ll try (it's not).

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Okay graacee, what monstrosity have we created?

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Okay, give me a moment, I’m applying to med school, lol.

Not_so_normal_stay: *couple of minutes later* Okay i'm here.

Not_so_normal_stay: I just paid 250 euros :( 

graacee: How do you just so casually say that?

 

Not_so_normal_stay: WHY DID I JUST FIND "CUM SLUT JOE BIDEN" AS AN EXISTING TAG?

graacee: HAHAHAHHAHA WTF.

Not_so_normal_stay: Found an even weirder tag.

Not_so_normal_stay: Jungkook acts like a bird.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: OKAY LOVE ITALICS IF THAT’S USED CORRECTLY.

graacee: WHY HAHA.

Not_so_normal_stay: Just got one of your jokes, lol.

Not_so_normal_stay: “Minho was having a hard time, literally.”

Not_so_normal_stay: HAHAHA.

graacee: OHHH.

 

(Pabo author #1) Not_so_normal_stay: *Excited over our first hit on chapter 1* Do you see that?

Not_so_normal_stay: *Realization* ARE YOU OUR FIRST HIT?

(Pabo author #2) graacee: Possibly….

Not_so_normal_stay: HAHAHA.

 

graacee: *Sends a ‘Lee Know core’ reel*

Not_so_normal_stay: I want this silly thing in tiny running around my room like a tamagotchi.

 

Us, while setting their sexualities: Okay, so, Chan might be heteroflexible or just in a deep sexual crisis, Minsung and Seungmin are gay, Changbin in Manhandle Me was meant to be bisexual and maybe Hyunjin too.

graacee: Felix is definitely a pan boy.

Not_so_normal_stay: I mean, how can he not be pan?

Us, while setting their sexualities: What about Jeongin?

Us, while setting their sexualities: CHILD.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: Hyunjin could have a nice, boyfriend cock.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: *we lost count of the autocorrect fails* Seungmin sundresses Hyunjin.

 

Not_so_normal_stay: *Writes a random, wholesome scene* It’s just a suggestion… I was feeling sentimental.

graacee: YOU HORRIBLE WITCH, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! THAT’S SO FUCKING CUTE OMG. THAT’S THE LAST TIME YOU MAKE ME CRY OVER SEUNGBIN.

 

graacee: *Paralyzed in an ambulance with Hello Kitty pyjamas* It was so embarrassing because one of the paramedics was so handsome and he slightly looked like Jeongin.

 

Us: *discussing top secret ideas for a fic ;)*

Not_so_normal_stay: Just to justify, why the heck are they doing that?

graacee: Because Seungmin is a certified freak.

Notes:

Are we as funny as we thought we were? Coming from both of us, I think it’s safe to say that a great friendship formed through writing this piece and we will definitely write together again.
—graacee
And I absolutely agree, I can’t truly think about anything else to say other than thank you dear readers and big big thank you graacee! It has been fun, hopefully we’ll join forces again pretty soon *wink*.
—Not_so_normal_stay
We hope to see you lovely readers again, whether it's on our own fics or in the future, but seriously, we love you guys and can’t thank you enough for all the support.
One last thing, happy birthday to our boy, Binnie!
Here’s his gift of him being presented in an orgy lol, but on a serious note, everyone send your love towards our favourite gym bro!
We will leave it here now, but really, from the bottom of our hearts, thank you.
—Team Manhandle Us, out… for now ;)

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Manhandling: A Step by Step Tutorial by Stray Kids