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Yeosang wondered at what point did simple, innocent curiosity turn into something more—something tinged with need.
If you asked Yeosang, he really hadn't started doing it on purpose, it's just the walls of their apartment were rather thin. He couldn't help it if he could hear the sounds his roommates were making together. The sounds bleeding through the walls and into his own ears—moans, gasps, choked breaths that made Yeosang's own breath hitch. He had heard it all, whether or not he was a willing listener.
Yet even the most innocent of things can fall temptation to their own desires. It didn't take long for Yeosang's mind to dirty his own thoughts. He'd curl underneath his blanket, a poor attempt at hiding himself from the tell-tale sounds of sex. But even then, the sounds found their way through. Yeosang didn't even realize what he was doing until he felt his own fingers make contact with the soft hairs underneath the band of his underwear. His breath hitched when he finally made contact with himself, no longer just an unwilling listener —he was using the sounds now.
He cried himself to sleep that night, the shame and guilt at breaking his friend's trust drowning his mind and plauging his every thought. Even moreso, the fact he went to sleep unsatisfied, his fingers weren't nearly enough to sate the heat down there.
As wretched as he felt, the cycle went on and on for another week. Yeosang touching himself to the sounds of their passion, tears welling up in his eyes with each orgasm that ran away from him. He didn't know what he was doing, trying what felt best and it never being enough.
He couldn't look the two in the eyes when they gathered for lunch, as soon as he made eye contact; the sounds of their moans would appear in his mind.
It was terrible really, Yeosang couldn't know peace living with the couple. He didn't mind their inclinations towards touch befor; he might've flinched away from their kisses, but he still cuddled into their arms. He had slept in their bed after movie nights, tucked away in between the warm love the two shared. Yet, now it felt like everything was on a leash.
The closer he got to the two, the more his thoughts spun and dragged him away. He was filthy for even thinking of his friends in that way, let alone the fact they were a couple.
But distance could only last so long and avoidances were always noticed.
It didn't help that Yeosang's job was almost fully remote, typically he was in the apartment for so long that one of the two would have to drag him outside to see the light of day. He was a software engineer and his little office in the apartment was where you could find him almost seventy percent of the time if he hadn't yet been snatched by the two. But with his issue—as he would prefer to call it—he was even avoiding being there. He'd go out in the day to the library, to a cafe, wherever his legs took him and did as much work as he could on his laptop. Then he'd come back late in the evening, conveniently missing dinner and retiring straight to his room.
They noticed of course, the two would be fools not to but they couldn't quite understand what was making Yeosang run away from them.
Had it been something they did?
Had they offended the boy and not even realized?
Perhaps the only plus Yeosang got from the situation was the fact they weren't having sex as much. Even if a small, sick part of him wanted to hear more of it. Instead when he laid his head on his bed, he could hear hushed whispers—faint words too delicate for Yeosang to even try and pick out. But in his heart, he knew it was about him. He was acting strange but to address his problem at hand would make him even stranger.
He fell asleep, mind ever-troubled and a furrow set permanent in his brow.
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Yeosang didn't know he'd last this long, he thought he'd overcome his issue and be back to normal in less than a week. But it was pushing into two now and he'd avoided the confrontation that he knew would come at some point soon. The apartment was pushed into a tense, dreary atmosphere, the lack of togetherness collectively bringing down everybody's mood.
If he was being honest, he hated every bit of his self-imposed distance. Every night was so terribly lonely, and seeing the look in Wooyoung's or San's eyes every time he made an excuse to avoid conversation broke his heart into two.
Drained was the only word that could describe Yeosang's mood as he walked back into the apartment. He wasn't tired physically, the problem was wholly mental. He dragged himself through the doorway, hanging his keys on a hook and tossing his backpack to the couch.
A glass of water. That's what he needed, then he could take a long hot shower and lay in his bed and repeat his process of moping away before falling asleep. Yeosang pulled down a glass from the shelf, holding it under the faucet as water slowly filled it. Flicking the faucet back off, he chugged the water down, it was refreshingly cool.
He placed the cup in the sink and just stood in his spot for a moment thinking. His hands gripped the sink's edge as he debated if he could last another night in this quiet standoff. His thoughts though were rudely interuped by a familiar sound forcing its way into the apartment's quiet atmosphere. Yeosang blinked, eyes darting down the little hallway. The sound, quieter albeit still there, rattled against Yeosang's eardrums.
He flinched because he knew the sound. It was a sound he knew all too well and one he wished he didn't know at all. A soft heat formed in his stomach; he frowned. This wasn't good at all, he was being weird again.
He just needed to take a shower, maybe by the time he was donethey'd be through with their activities. Yeosang nodded to himself, building up the confidence to walk out of the kitchen and go past their room. Each step felt like a death sentence as he slowly made his way through the living area. The hallway's light wasn't on, but lighting was still spilling into the area somehow.
That's when it clicked for Yeosang, why the sounds sounded so much louder, so clear in his ears. The two had left the door cracked, the sound filling more than just their room but the outside too. Yeosang gulped, eyes darting at the silver of light just ahead and the call of his room just further past.
He had to walk past their door…
He could do that. He could be normal and just ignore whatever was going on inside even if Wooyoung was letting out sounds that Yeosang felt were too crude to even describe.
His room was just ahead.
Just walk past the door Yeosang.
He was trying to hype himself up, but every press of his foot against the ground took longer and longer until he was right at the edge of the two's door. The sound was clearest now; Yeosang could even pick up the sounds of lips connecting.
He paused there, just at the edge of the door. He didn't look, that would be too much. He just stayed there, listening for a bit. He bit his lip, just one look wouldn't hurt—right?
He turned his head ever so slowly, till he was facing the door. His eyes were still focused on the ground, but just as carefully as he had turned, he dragged his gaze up until he caught sight of Wooyoung and San.
If he thought Wooyoung and San sounded beautiful; they looked even better when he could match those sounds to their expressions. San was sitting at the edge of the bed, just some boxers on, so the two's shared Amicus Ad Aras tattoo was visible. Wooyoung was on top of him, thighs placed on either side of San as he kissed him.
San's hands were gripped onto Wooyoung's ass, squeezing as he moaned into the open-mouthed kiss. Yeosang let out a soft gasp, at the sight. It looked like Wooyoung was devouring San whole. San's upper body was bare and so was Wooyoung's, and Yeosang couldn't deny the way that made him feel.
He had seen both of their bodies of course, he lived with the two and had grown up with Wooyoung for the better part of his life. He wasn't dumb, the two were almost unfairly attractive but Yeosang had never allowed himself to see them past that. After all, Wooyoung and San had been dating for around four years at this point, it was more than inappropriate it was just downright wrong of him to do so.
Still, his eyes were locked on their honey colored skin, the way their muscles tensedwhen they moved against each other. Yeosang hadn't seen anything like it before, something so intense. He gulped again, trying to hold back sounds as he watched the two with pure, unadulterated attraction.
"Are you done watching us Sangie?" purred Wooyoung in a saccharine-sweet tone.
Yeosang flinched back, eyes darting away and to the ground immediately. His breathing picked up, and he paled. This was it. He had been caught. They'd hate him now, god they would think he's sick. He could imagine the disgust on San and Wooyoung's faces, and the thought had him falling to his knees in fear.
"I'm sorry—please I'm sorry. I-I won't do it again, I'm sorry."
Tears started to well up in his eyes, he didn't dare look up for fear of them falling and for fear of seeing Wooyoung and San's face. His hands clamped at his jeans, as apology after apology stole its way from his throat. He could faintly hear the sound of movement but his brain was so loud with how many apologies it needed to say, he didn't even process it.
"Come here."
Yeosang's lip quivered, the apologies stopping in their tracks, San hadn't said it in that usual sweet tone he speaks to Yeosang with. Neither did he say it like a plain statement, this was an order through and through and if there was one thing Yeosang was good at, it was following orders.
He raised up slowly, still staring at the ground, not yet gaining the courage to meet either of their eyes. With slow, shuffled steps he made his way past the gap in the door and into the room. He continued his meek steps until he was standing just at the edge of the bed and then and only then did he dare to look up.
The first thing he noticed was that Wooyoung was no longer on top of San, the other moving to sit beside him on the bed. He noticed the gap between their spots and tried his best to ignore the bulge in either of their pants. He blushed crimson at his own gall.
The two didn't seem angry, at least it appeared that way to Yeosang. He didn't see any of the two's usual ticks, San's jaw wasn't clenched and Wooyoung's eyebrows weren't furrowed. Despite that, he was still afraid, if not mad they must be disappointed. He should be better than this, his hands clenched on either side, fingernails digging into his palms.
"Are you mad at me?" Yeosang asked feebly, voice cracking slightly at the end, his nerves betraying him. He needed confirmation, because if not he might burst from the combination and fear. His eyes kept flicking back and forth between Wooyoung and San, he didn't maintain eye contact with either for more than three seconds.
"Sangie you're not in trouble." Wooyoung soothed, patting towards the space between him and San. Yeosang's eyes flitted down to the spot; though they said he wasn't in trouble this felt a whole lot like it.
"Sit for us." San voiced, patting at the spot and grabbing at Yeosang's wrist. Yeosang swallowed audibly, but he followed San's guidance and sat between the two.
When he sat, he could feel the heat of the two on either side. The tension in the air was palpable and Yeosang was choking on it before any words could be said. He squeezed his eyes shut, hands pressed against his lap so hard, the muscle in his forearm was straining.
"None of that, quit it." San reprimanded, gripping his arm, not tight but not as gentle as he usually would. Either way it got the job done and Yeosang loosened his own clenched hands. His eyes flashed open at the touch, he turned just slightly so he could mutter a small "Thank you" to San.
Yeosang realized the two were waiting for him to speak or at least that's what he got from San's grip and Wooyoung's hand running up and down his back in a calming motion. He looked down again, staring a hole into his own jeans before he mustered up enough courage to start speaking.
"I'm sorry for avoiding you guys." Yeosang started, taking a long pause before he spoke again because he could no longer hide the truth of the matter. "I-I can hear you guys, through the walls."
Wooyoung hummed a little sound but he didn't say anything, hand was still moving up and down Yeosang's back, momentarily clearing his mind. San didn't speak, his finger just rubbing comforting circles on the back of Yeosang's hand.
The brown-haired man cleared his throat, "I didn't mean to, but the sounds they made me… ." Yeosang stopped, his breathing growing stuttered. Fuck, they were going to know he was a freak, they were going to find out he was a pervert.
"It's okay, Sangie keep going." San whispered, leaning close to Yeosang's ear. He flinched away from the sudden warm breath, but otherwise he listened well. Maybe if he looked up, Yeosang would notice the matching grins on both Wooyoung's and San's faces, but he was too caught up in his own confession.
"Please don't look at me differently," rushed out of Yeosang's mouth, leaning his head on Wooyoung's shoulder. The two muttered out a mixture of "Of course not" and "We would never."
"The sounds made me wet," Yeosang admitted meekly, his whole face was red, ears flushed the same color. It was humiliating to say it aloud. San let out a huff of air, finger momentarily stilling before he continued his circles.
"That's okay Sangie, we wouldn't get mad at you for that." San spoke softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of Yeosang's forehead.
"Really?" Yeosang asked, looking towards San almost disbelievingly, San couldn't help but think he looked like a kicked puppy. His lips trembling and those big brown eyes staring at San's expression, searching for a hint of anger.
"I felt bad for being so disgusting, so I tried to avoid you two as much as I could. But today," he paused a second, nestling his face further in the crook of Wooyoung's neck. "I couldn't help but look, I was curious."
But at this point could Yeosang really call it curiosity. He was weird for it, but the two didn't seem angry with him—not even the slightest bit upset.
"We made you curious, why?"
It was such a simple question from San and yet it made Yeosang's brain pause. He pulled at his bottom lip with his teeth, unaware of the eyes tracking the movement.
"It's because I haven't… I haven't done anything like that." Yeosang turned his head into Wooyung's shoulder, the second half of his sentence coming out muffled but it was loud and clear to Wooyoung and San.
"You know Sangie, me and Sannie could teach you how to kiss." Yeosang looked up from his position, trying to gauge the expression on Wooyoung's face. He seemed serious, Yeosang couldn't catch any traces of it being a joke. It was strange, because Yeosang was undoubtedly tempted by the offer, his little shuffling on the bed was enough of a sign for the two. But he was clearly put off by something else and that just wouldn't do.
"I don't know if that's a good idea," Yeosang said worriedly, acutely aware of Wooyoung's arms moving from his back to wrap fully around his waist.
"But it is a good idea, you don't trust us Sangie?" San asked, feigning sadness. Yeosang frowned, no that wasn't what he meant to do. He was just nervous.
"It's really easy all you have to do is trust us," Wooyoung continued, not allowing Yeosang to take a chance to even process that the sadness wasn't real.
"I do trust you guys. It's just-" Yeosang was cut off by a sudden squeeze at his waist, Wooyoung's fingers curling around him tight.
"Then we can kiss, simple right?" Wooyoung added to which San nodded in agreement.
Was it really that simple? Yeosang wasn't sure but it didn't seem like he'd be able to ponder it longer. If they were so adamant then there was nothing wrong with him going along with them.
"Okay, but don't make fun of me." Yeosang pouted, and San's eyes flashed down to his pretty, pink lips in a second.
"You're too cute to make fun of." Wooyoung's voiced, eyes mirthful as he held tight to the boy.
"I'll speak and Sannie will do the kissing," His other hand wrapped around the free side of Yeosang's waist. He didn't give Yeosang much of an option before he adjusted his own position so he was facing sideways, one leg still hanging off the bed. He pulled Yeosang backwards until his back was flush with Wooyoung's chest.
"Sannie's really pretty isn't he, Sangie?" It was a rhetorical question but Yeosang just found himself nodding along. San had cut his hair recently; the shorter cut making the prominent features of his face stand out more, Yeosang was quite a fan of the look and praised him a bunch when he came back from the salon. It looked even better in this scenario, when he was clad only in his boxers, the tight fabric doing nothing to hide his prominent bulge, rather it put it on a pedestal. San grinned cheekily, Yeosang didn't realize how much his eyes betrayed. Yeosang travelled up San's body, appreciating again his muscles and the beautiful soft curves of his body.
He made his way up to San's face, locking eyes with the other, and with a quickness he flinched away from the other's stare. San wasn't looking at him normally, it felt loaded, like there was a hunger and Yeosang would somehow satisfy it.
San moved forward, like a predator on the prowl. Yeosang wanted to move away, a sudden unsteadiness in his mind, but Wooyoung's grip on his waist was like a lock keeping him stuck inside the predator's cage.
"Sannie's gonna start soft and then we can do a bit more," Yeosang just nodded along to Wooyoung's words aimlessly, caught in San's stare. He didn't want to imagine how red his face must appear.
"Touching is good," Wooyoung paused, lips curling, "Do you want to touch Sannie?" Yeosang's breath hitched, he did, he really fucking did. Yeosang raised his hands, so slow you would think he had weights on his wrists but he brought them against San's body. He was so warm, body like a heated blanket, and Yeosang wanted to be enveloped in it.
San allowed Yeosang to touch, to feel, to explore; all whilst he made eye contact with Wooyoung. Things were going even better than he expected. But it wasn't enough, they wanted to devour Yeosang until the only thing he knew was Wooyoung and San.
His impatience got the best of him, pressing his lips against Yeosang's. Yeosang whimpered into the kiss, it wasn't dirty and it wasn't like San had attempted to shove his tongue down Yeosang's throat. No —it was hungry, all-encompassing hunger that Yeosang couldn't put a name to. He clumsily gripped at San's biceps, squeezing the muscle as San tilted his head back and forth.
A soft, wet kiss was placed on the back of his neck; he shivered, mouth opening in surprise. But that was enough for San, darting his tongue in with an efficiency far too skilled for a newcomer like Yeosang.
"Sannie likes to kiss, his tongue is devilish." Wooyoung rasped out against the back of his neck, more focused on pressing the open mouthed kisses to the skin than to actually narrate to Yeosang how to kiss. Teaching Yeosang how to kiss wasn't their main goal, it was making him their own.
Hot and wet, it was one of the weirdest feelings Yeosang had ever felt. To have someone else's tongue in your own mouth, to have it lick against your teeth, and press against your own tongue like some star-crossed lover. Yeosang tried his best to keep up with San's kiss, sticking his tongue out and licking at San's tongue to the best of his ability, but San wasn't worried about him keeping up.
A muffled whimper shook past the two's connected lips as San pushed further, marking every sound, every expression, every taste, every single thing in his mind to use again later. San, privy to Yeosang's struggles, separated from him kissing at the soft skin of his chin and cheek.
Yeosang gasped, air filling his lungs as he tried to process all that was going on. Too bad, he wasn't given much time.
"Breathe through your nose Sangie." was all Yeosang got before San's lips were back on his, pressing against him with a dominance Yeosang didn't know how to respond too. It was filthy the way San kissed, Yeosang could feel the saliva on his chin from where he had all but drooled into the kiss. Wooyoung's kisses had developed into soft bites and nips at Yeosang's skin, and his hands had slowly made their way under Yeosang's sweater.
Yeosang let out a strangled sound, Wooyoung's hands were hot on his bare skin and caressing his body like he was a piece of art to appreciate. San's hands made their way onto Yeosang's chin, gripping it so that he could angle Yeosang's face better into the kiss.
Yeosang was enjoying the kiss, maybe too much. It was a lot, more than he had expected when they said they'd teach him. He had no doubt that he had a wet spot on his panties from how turned on he was. When San finally separated, it wasn't because he was ready to stop kissing Yeosang—no it was because he wanted to do more to Yeosang.
A thin line of saliva connected the two as San took in Yeosang's dazed expression. His eyes were half-lidded, and if he looked like this just from a kiss, San could only imagine how he would look being taken apart on cock. He used his free hand to palm his bulge; Yeosang didn't even realize how arousing he was.
If he knew Yeosang would be this easy, then they would have tried this long ago. Wooyoung though seemed entranced in marking up the back of Wooyoung's neck, but with one look from San he stopped his path of possession.
"We can show you more Sangie," San said in that charming tone of his, the one Yeosang always fell victim to.
"Just trust us Sangie, you can do that for us right and we'll show you a good time," Wooyoung's tone couldn't hide the lust that coated his words. Yeosang though might not have picked up on the two's intentions, but he could feel it might be more than what he could handle.
Though, he didn't know what all they entailed when they said "we can show you more", Yeosang still trusted the two. They wouldn't do anything to hurt him. So Yeosang bobbed his head up and down in passive agreement and that was all the two needed to keep going.
His sweater came off first, being pulled from over his head so fast that he could barely process it even happening. He hissed, hand's gripping at Wooyoung to steady himself from Wooyoung's sudden touch at his nipples.
"Are you sensitive here," Wooyoung stopped to drag his tongue on the upperside of Yeosang's back, "It semes like it." Wooyoung's fingers toyed with the hardened buds, pinching and squeezing at them. Yeosang shivered, little sounds leaving his body that rose in pitch whenever Wooyung pinched especially hard.
"Too much." Yeosang mumbled out, his head falling back against Wooyoung. It prevented Woyooung from attacking his upper back but it gave him a better view of Yeosang's neck and his brown nipples. Yeosang choked back another gasp when he felt hands on the zipper of his pants. His hands darted down to grab at San's to stop him, he had forgotten about the other from Wooyoung's distracting touch.
"Yeosang-ah, I thought you trusted us." San paused in his motions to remove Yeosang's pants, but his fingers didn't move away from Yeosang's zipper. Yeosang flinched at the words.
He kept saying he trusted the two, but all he was doing was doubting them.
"I'm sorry, Sannie." Yeosang whispered, hands falling away from where they were holding San. San smirked, a hungry expression on his face.
"It's okay, when we're here you don't even have to use that brain of yours." San spoke as he unbuttoned and unzipped Yeosang's jeans. He could get a glimpse of the pretty white underwear Yeosang was wearing, and it was like his cock filled out further.
"Lift your hips for me baby." Yeosang felt his brain melt at the pet name, just going along with whatever the other said for him to do. He raised up, allowing San to pull his jeans down his legs. San let out an appreciative hum, at Yeosang's white panties.
"Have you ever fingered yourself darling?" San crooned, eyes tracing the wet spot at Yeosang's panties. Yeosang whimpered under the stare, just barely nodding his head yes. Yeosang watched as San's finger inched closer to his pussy.
"Use your words for us baby? You can do that right?" Wooyoung spoke directly in his ear, hands still playing with the boy's nipples.
"I've tried." Yeosang admitted, voice spilling into a moan as Wooyoung bit at the crook of his neck. San hummed, eyes still trained on Yeosang's covered cunt. He dragged his finger at the wet fabric, smiling when Yeosang's hips flinched up.
"I can show you what really feels good." San said, using one of his hands to grip Yeosang's hip and keep him in place.
"I don't know," he muttered, barely audible even in his own brain. It was so odd, part of him felt as if he should do something more. Perhaps, set some boundaries or even stop this all together. But his mind felt so heavy; it was hard to think with the touch of two on your skin.
San's look was heavy with something Yeosang couldn't place before he continued."Sangie it's me don't worry, one finger won't hurt." Yeosang didn't get to respond to that comment, Wooyoung turned his head so he could kiss him. Yeosang moaned into the sudden kiss, stretching more so he could get a better angle. It was a bit uncomfortable, but that was the least of his concerns. If San kissed like a man starved; Wooyoung kissed with the intent of ownership.
Yeosang felt it in the grip, on his neck, holding him still into the kiss. Wooyoung's tongues forced its way in his mouth, carving out a path in a way that made Yeosang's brain run amok. He had learned from his earlier kiss with San to breathe through his nose, because otherwise he would've drowned in the all-consuming kiss.
San didn't waste any time, using Yeosang's distraction to his advantage. He didn't bother being gentle, he knew Yeosang could take it— and not only that he would take it. As much as he loved playing with Yeosang's wet little cunt through his underwear, he knew how delicious it would be to play with in the open air. His fingers hooked the top of the underwear band, slowly pulling down to reveal more pale skin and Yeosang's pussy covered in soft hairs.
"Fuck, don't you just have the prettiest pussy." San's eyes were practically sparkling as he took in the view in front of him. Yeosang let out the cutest squeal at the words; both preening from the compliment and flinching away from it.
San's fingers travelled up the sensitive skin of Yeosang's thighs until they were placed at the junction of Yeosang's lips and the crease of his thigh. Yeosang shivered from the touch, so close and so far at the same time. Wooyoung separated his lips from Yeosang, appreciating the dazed look in the boy's eyes before he crashed his lips back down.
Yeosang liked kissing Wooyoung; he didn't have to think much, he just needed to let it happen. He easily gave up control to Wooyoung's whims, allowing Wooyoung to use his mouth as he pleased.
While Yeosang's mind was focused on Wooyoung, San used the time to drag his fingers through Yeosang's sopping wet cunt. Yeosang's eyes burst open and his legs squeezed shut in response to San's touch, but just as easily as Yeosang shut them, San reversed the situation. His arms flexed as he spread Yeosang's legs apart, the muscles in his thighs flexing and the pink flesh of his cunt growing visible. Yeosang tensed from the air on his hole, but what could he do when Wooyoung's tongue was in his mouth, and San's hands were controlling him.
San placed himself in between Yeosang's legs that way if Yeosang attempted to close his legs again, he'd be met with the sides of San's waist. He felt a sick thrill, knowing that Yeosang was so exposed and inviting in front of him. He pressed a singular finger to Yeosang's cunt and before he even pushed the finger in; he knew he'd be obsessed. An expression of pure bliss made its way onto San's face as he pushed his finger into the hot, consuming heat of his hole.
Yeosang gasped into the kiss with Wooyoung at the feeling of San in him. His fingers weren't longer than Yeosang's but they were just a bit thicker. His pussy twitched around the intrusion, unused to a finger that wasn't his own.
San thrusted his finger in and out with a look of determination on his face. And though it was just one finger, a wet, squelching sound still erupted, a testament to how turned on Yeosang was at the moment. It was flattering to the two but to Yeosang, it washed over him with a wave of embarrassment.
Was he that fucking desperate?
Wooyoung broke away from the kiss again, not to admire but to comment and tease the pretty boy in his arms. "Slutty fucking cunt, you were all like 'I don't know' earlier, but your cunt's pretty truthful." Yeosang flushed, turning away from Wooyoung's heated stare, but all he did was make eye contact with San who was staring him down.
He pressed another finger in, Yeosang's wetness allowing it to glide in without any issues. San humphed, licking his lips at the sight of the slick on his fingers. Yeosang, too focused on Wooyung's comment, forgot that San said he'd only do a finger.
Yeosang mumbled something, so soft and faint that Wooyoung couldn't even pick it up right next to him. Despite that, Wooyoung knew that whatever it was, it was worth repeating.
"You have to speak up Sangie, your cunt can't be the only one doing the talking," Yeosang's breath hitched, Wooyoung's mouth was filthy. He had heard things, only a few words through the walls, so he knew that Wooyoung had a bit of a dirty mouth. But it was one thing to hear it, an entirely different thing to be the victim of it.
Wooyoung tilted his head to the side, waiting for Yeosang to speak up.
"I said I'm not a slut." Yeosang uttered out. Wooyoung faked a gasp, the sound so sudden it made Yeosang tense up, Wooyoung brought a hand to his mouth, his expression so well-made that someone might not even realize he was falsifying it all.
"Who said that?" Wooyoung gulped out, his eyes wide in a frenzied expression. Yeosang made eye contact with the other before muttering out a small "you."
Wooyoung's smile died down to a suggestive half-grin. "Nuh-uh, my Yeosangie isn't a slut," he stopped, grabbing Yeosang's chin in a grip so tight, it pulled a soft little whine from Yeosang's lips. "Your cunt is."
A strangled noise tore its way from Yeosang's lips at Wooyoung's comment. That was worse, that was far worse than being called a slut. He wanted to look away from Wooyoung, but his grip gave him no room to escape. He was stuck under that leering stare until Wooyoung decided he was through with him.
Yeosang's heart was racing, pumping wild in his chest, it was starting to be too much. His lips quivered as he felt the push of another one of San's fingers into him. He hadn't ever stretched himself with more than two of his own fingers, this was entirely new territory for Yeosang and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. It felt good, there was no way Yeosang could deny that, but it was a lot. Far more than he expected from the night, especially if you consider he was expected to continue his little avoidance issue.
If the squelch sound was loud with one finger, it was deafening with three in him. Sickeningly loud and San was taking a sweet pleasure in making the sounds louder
Wooyoung finally let his chin go, Yeosang's head falling away towards the front of his body. Here he could see how San's muscles were tense as he pushed his fingers in and out in lazy strokes. It was shameful how he felt his own hole contract around San's fingers when he noticed the vein in San's arm that pulsed with every push of his hand.
"You're sucking his fingers in aren't you." Yeosang squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the moans that were begging to fall out when San sped up his fingers. The sound of his pussy got louder and sloppier the faster San went. Yeosang's breathing grew heavy, the urge to plead for some sort of mercy grew with every second.
"I can't—" Yeosang mewled out, hands weakly gripping at Wooyoung.
"You can."
That was all San said, ignoring his little desparte pleads. Yeosang whined, a long sound that echoed throughout the room. Wooyoung, maybe Wooyoung would help him.
"Youngie, it's too-" Yeosang stumbled over his words as San's fingers angled their way up, "too much." Yeosang was barely able to finish his words off.
"Shhh," chided Wooyoung, bringing his finger to Yeosang's lips. His brows furrowed, and an expression of plain confusion appeared on his face despite the little soft moans falling from his lips. "You're thinking too much, maybe you need something in your mouth." Wooyoung offered—though it was more of a statement really.
Yeosang didn't have time to process the statement, before he felt the press of Wooyoung's fingers at his lips. His soft little whimpers allowed Wooyoung to push his fingers in, grazing his teeth and prodding at his tongue. He whined around the intrusion, eyes getting wider the further Wooyoung pushed into his mouth.
"No gag reflex?" Wooyoung didn't add any additional comment to that one, just raising his eyebrows before cataloguing it in his mind for later. He choked around the fingers when he felt a cold touch on his lips.
Wooyoung's rings.
He forgot they were on Wooyoung's fingers, something hot curled in his stomach at the fact that his drool was probably dripping onto them. San pressed his fingers hard all of a sudden, causing him to clench down around the hand in his mouth.
"Don't bite," Wooyoung hissed, like Yeosang was a pet and not a grown man. He drooled around the fingers like one though. It was rather shameful to think about how at ease his mind felt with the fingers in his mouth.
He flourished under San's touch, suckling softly at one of Wooyoung's fingers. The heat in his stomach was steadily rising, his hips thrusted up to chase the feeling.
"Are you gonna cum for us Sangie?" Wooyoung whispered, nipping at Yeosang's ear as the other boy moaned around his fingers. San looked up making eye contact with Wooyoung, a shared look between the two that said everything and nothing.
San sped up his fingers, his other hand going to prod at Yeosang's clit. It didn't take much more than a circle of San's thumb before Yeosang's hips collapsed down. He cried out around the fingers, drool falling down his chin but also on Wooyoung's ringed fingers.
Yeosang's eyes closed shut as his body quivered it's way past the onslaught of pleasure. San pulled his fingers out, watching Yeosang's pussy clench around nothing but air. San lacked any shame, bringing his slick -covered fingers to his own mouth, dick twitching at the taste.
"I want to taste him too, San-ah." Wooyung said petulantly, watching as San got to taste their sweet Yeosangie first.
"Of course, Youngie," San pulled his fingers from his mouth, licking them clean before he dragged them through Yeosang's wet pussy. He flinched under the touch on his oversensitive cunt but was otherwise silent. Wooyoung didn't pull his fingers out of Yeosang's mouth though, allowing them to sit there as the boy slowly came back to.
San brought his fingers to Wooyoung's mouth, watching with a predatory delight as the red-haired man sucked them clean. San moaned at Wooyoung's tongue travelling up and down his fingers, searching for every bit of Yeosang it could get.
Yeosang though, was none the wiser of what was happening. He felt like his heart was thumping through the roof, but the fingers in his mouth made his brain so fuzzy. It was an odd sensation, one that Yeosang was growing to enjoy.
"Look at him, so pretty and so pliant for us." Wooyung cooed to San, who was now watching Yeosang with an equally whipped expression.
"We can show you one more thing, you just have to trust us."
Yeosang was so out of it, he wasn't even sure whose voice it was that said it. He nodded, eyes half-lidded as he tried to process the sentence in his mind. San looked up from Yeosang's face giving Wooyoung a measured look. Wooyoung's eyes darkened in response, dragging his fingers from Yeosang's lips eliciting a little whine from the other.
"Don't worry, we just need to get you a bit more comfortable." Wooyoung hummed, patting Yeosang's head with the hand of his that wasn't covered in Yeosang's saliva. Yeosang smacked his lips slightly, his cheeks were a bit sore from the way his lips had stretched around Wooyoung's fingers. But it was a pleasant soreness; the feeling akin to how Yeosang felt after he had worked out. The barely-there pain reminded him of something good so a soft, dazed little smile formed on his face.
"Can you move for us baby, lay further on the bed." San asked, fingers grabbing at Yeosang's chin. Yeosang hummed something out that resembled a "yes" but it was so faint no one could pick up on it. His head was clearing up, just a bit—enough for him to follow the instructions.
He pulled himself up from Wooyoung's grip, crawling further on the bed. Perhaps, the haze of his mind made him forget his nudity, because he was giving both Wooyoung and San a lovely view of his stretched pussy from the back. His underwear was still hanging off of his ankle, San didn't fully pull it off earlier.
"Fuck," San muttered out. Wooyoung nodded in agreement, appreciating the view in front of him.
Yeosang turned himself over when he reached the head of the bed, leaning his head back against the cool pillows. His face flushed again when he caught sight of the hungry look on Wooyoung and San's faces.
"Don't look at me like that," he didn't know what to do under their stare, raising an arm to cover his eyes. San huffed out a little laugh, standing up from the bed.
"We can't help it, you're so pretty like this." Wooyoung replied, grinning when Yeosang flushed even harder. His eyes darted to his left where San was pulling his boxers down his hips. Wooyoung gulped, taking in the sight of his boyfriend's flushed cock.
San's cock bobbed up when released from the confines of his boxers, so achingly hard. San had a pretty cock—at least Wooyoung thought so— a nice length, not too thick, and a pretty honey color that matched the rest of him. His tip blushed pink, beads of pre-cum welling up.
San brought his hand down, biting his lip to hold back the hiss of finally having something on the sensitive appendage. He gave himself an experimental stroke, the pull too dry but the pleasure still intoxicating.
"Don't cum before you do anything." Wooyoung teased, a cheeky grin on his face. San didn't bother replying because he really felt like he might. He was so unbelievably turned on right now; it felt like about anything could get him to cum on the spot.
Wooyoung's own erection was pulsating in his sweatpants; though he was more interested in watching the situation right now. Yeosang pulled his arm down, squeaking at the sight of San's erection.
"What are you going to do to me?" Yeosang whimpered out, eyes darting back and forth between Wooyoung and San.
Wooyoung's eyes flashed, Yeosang didn't even realize the effect his question had. It wasn't like the little questioning tone he had when he had mumbled "I don't knows." Rather he said it like it was a finality, he already knew that more was to come, it was just a matter of what they did. Wooyoung smiled, a twinkle in his eye from just how much he enjoyed the thought. Perhaps, it was a bit perverted. Either way, it didn't matter all to much to Wooyoung.
"Don't worry your pretty little head." Wooyoung giggled, making his way towards where Yeosang was on the bed. He didn't stop until he was kneeled next to Yeosang's head. Maybe that should've been a point of concern to Yeosang, but it didn't matter because San was on the prowl.
He crawled onto the bed, his hardened cock bobbing against his thigh; the whole time his eyes were locked with Yeosang's. Neither looked away, a mini-staring contest between the two if you will. Yeosang failed, turning his head away from the heated gaze.
"Sangie, San has helped you a lot today, why don't you help him."
It didn't take a fool to understand what Wooyoung was trying to imply—San wanted to fuck him.
"No." Yeosang didn't even allow the wound of a thought to fester. It wasn't that he wasn't curious, that was just too much—in fact— he had already done too much. San's face fell slightly, he looked towards Wooyoung, if anyone could salvage the situation it would be him.
"How about just the tip?" Wooyoung proposed.
"Just the tip?" Yeosang repeated incrediously.
Wooyoung nodded, just from the way Yeosang repeated him; he knew he had caught him hook line and sinker.
"Just the tip of his dick, it won't be a lot and you'll be learning from us." Wooyung continued, catching onto the fact that Yeosang was actually processing the thought. San, catching onto the fact as well, doubled down on Wooyoung's comment.
"I'll just put the tip in, nothing else." San said adamantly, like he couldn't believe the thought of doing something else. Wooyoung couldn't hold back a snort, San's acting was so utterly bad, but it might work on Yeosang and that was quite enough.
Yeosang didn't pay Wooyoung's laugh any mind, his brain running in circles. He probably shouldn't, it really wasn't a good idea… but the idea was plaguing his mind.
Just the tip.
He hadn't even considered that as being an option. It didn't sound too bad; he could definitely take it. Yeosang's mind had both the angel and the devil on the same side of his shoulder. It was obvious that it wasn't a good idea, but still Yeosang found himself tempted. His hands gripped the sheets to the sides of him before he finally mustered up the courage to say his thoughts aloud.
"Just the tip okay."
San didn't waste his time, crawling the last step of the way forward until he was in the middle of Yeosang's legs. Once situated there between Yeosang's toned legs, San took his time. In a seat with a view like this, San would be more than an idiot if he didn't appreciate it. His eyes raked over Yeosang; his face, his expressions, his chest, his stomach, his thighs, and of course his cunt. He took it all in, soaking everthing up as well as he could in his mind.
"Beautiful," San murmured, hands grazing over Yeosang's inner thighs, sending shivers down the poor boy's spine.
Yeosang was afraid; his nerves were strung taut as adrenaline pumped through his veins. His heart was beating out of his chest as he watched San's gaze following his whole body. Was it possible to feel naked even if you were already naked? He wasn't sure; but San's gaze was filthy.
His stomach twisted, eyes darting down to wear San's cock was hard against his leg. San—sufficient with his appraisal— grasped his cock. He dragged it against Yeosang's cunt, the corners of his lips turning upwards at the feeling of slick wetness on his cock.
"You got this."
Yeosang's eyes squeezed shut as he felt San gradually make his way inside. His eyes opened back up immediately, it didn't hurt much to Yeosang's surprise; that was his biggest fear towards everything. San's fingers had sufficiently opened him up beforehand and the orgasm had made the slide easy. Nevertheless, that didn't mean he still didn't feel it.
A stretch was a stretch no matter what, he took in a sharp intake of air, as the head of San's cock nestled its way inside fully.
"I'm sorry Sangie; I know you can take it," San cooed, brushing Yeosang's wet bangs from his forehead, "Your pretty hole is practically begging for it." Yeosang clenched in response to the words, trapping San's tip in a devastating heat. San let out a hiss, face tensing up as he battled the urge to push deeper in.
He had to wait, just a bit.
Until then, he'd make do with fucking his tip in with slow, languid presses. San's brows knitted and his lips were set into a line as he pulled in and out, careful not to push any further in than the tip.
Wooyoung sensing his struggle, deemed it was time to distract Yeosang. He was too focused on the tip of his cock pressing into his cunt. San moaned, pulling out and fucking back with just the tip. It was hardly pleasurable, more of a tease than anything.
Wooyoung's eyes tracked the movements, taking a breath before he began his plan of action.
"Did you think we didn't notice?" The question came out of nowhere, Yeosang's eyes rushed to his side, to look up at Wooyoung.
Wooyoung asked with a raised eyebrow, "Yeosangie, we're not blind."
Yeosang froze under the statement, too locked in on Wooyoung's expression to notice that San was ever so carefully pushing deeper in, using the short distraction to his advantage. Yeosang stammered out a pathetic sounding "huh" that caused Woooyung to chuckle softly.
"I said did you think we didn't notice the wet patches in your shorts when we're kissing in front of you? Did you think we didn't notice the way you squeezed your thighs together when you watched us?" Wooyoung kept going, word after word eliciting a burning shame from deep within Yeosang. The tears began to well up again in his eyes, starts of apologies making their way to his lips.
"Now look at you, taking my boyfriend's cock so well. Hmmm? I thought it was your first time," Wooyoung said motioning to where San was between his legs. Maybe, if he wasn't so focused on Wooyoung he would've felt the stretch increase, felt the way San was pressing deeper inside. Or maybe he was aware of it happening, but the thought of displeasing Wooyoung or San overtook that.
San's focus was switching back and forth between Yeosang's cunt and his big, brown eyes glazed over with tears. He muffled his own moan, driving his cock in slow and controlled. To San, Yeosang was much like an angel, and somtimes he and Wooyoung felt like the demons sent down to corrupt him.
There was nothing more hellish than not being able to fuck directly into Yeosang's cunt. It was a test of San's resolve; how long could he play nice?
"Such a slut, maybe you'll be able to take mine too." Wooyoung continued with a smirk, watching with barely hidden amusement as Yeosang's face dropped. Yeosang had heard what San sounded like when he was being split open on Wooyoung's cock. The pained moans, the warbled screams, he heard it all and he was well aware of what Wooyoung's cock could do.
"No—no. I'm scared," Yeosang cried out, hands darting out to Wooyoung's arms, unable to hide his fear at the thought of having Wooyoung in his hole. San already felt huge in him, and though Wooyoung wasn't the same length, he was girthier by a lot. Wooyoung would split him in half, and something in Yeosang's brain was trying to tell him that Wooyoung wouldn't mind that happening.
"Don't worry baby, not yet. I'm not that mean," Wooyoung teased, leaning down so that his face hovered just above Yeosang's. He stayed there for a moment, licking up a few of Yeosang's stray tears before pressing a tender kiss to his lips. Yeosang kissed back, soft and still amateur, but with a desperation stronger than Wooyoung's. This kiss was sensual, slow and languid, a stark contrast from his earlier kiss with Wooyoung.
San's thrusts continued rhythmically while the two shared an intimate kiss. Right as soon as Wooyoung pulled away from this kiss he pushed his fingers back into the man's mouth. Yeosang made a noise out of surprise but his eyes closed shut in content.
While San continued ramming his cock inside Yeosang's whole, Wooyoung did the same to Yeosang's mouth with his fingers. Though Wooyoung wasn't rough; neither did he give much warning to Yeosang when he pushed his fingers back in and out. Each pull produced more saliva in Yeosang's mouth as his body reacted to the intrusion.
Wooyoung's hands were dripping wet not long after he had started, it was disgusting but in a way that only fueled Wooyoung on. His mind supplied him with the thoughts of his cock pressed inside Yeosang's mouth instead of his fingers, and his hand stilled.
"You like my fingers Sangie?" Wooyoung asked suddenly, he didn't start back pushing his fingers in out, choosing to trace circles on Yeosang's tongue instead. The brunette let out a muffled sound that was hard to differentiate from the moans San's cock was pulling out of him. It was buzzing under Wooyoung's skin incessantly, an urge.
He was by no means kind, but he didn't want to overwhelm Yeosang with too much and scare him off, but his cock was leaking in his pants.
"Wanna try sucking on something else?" Wooyoung pushed his fingers deeper in Yeosang's mouth, watching with a sick glee as his words registered in Yeosang's head. San's hips stuttered in their thrusts, eyes darting up to Wooyoung for a second before resuming his thrusts into Yeosang.
Wooyoung used his free hand, grabbing into his sweatpants to pull his cock above the band. His head tilted back in pleasure at the cool air on his erection. He wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing slightly before dragging his hand up and collecting the pre-cum leaking from his tip.
Yeosang flinched when Wooyoung pulled his cock out—not quite out of fear— but something else entirely. His eyes widened with curiosty, gargling around the fingers in his mouth. Wooyoung's cock was big, thick from top to bottom. He was a darker color than San and compared to San's waxed skin, Wooyoung's hair was growing freely in a dark bush above his cock.
His brain was fried; Yeosang didn't know what he wanted. He didn't think it'd fit in his mouth if Wooyoung tried, it was scary to even think about. But… the thought of the stretch made his stomach do a flip. He wondered what it'd be like to suckle at the tip.
Wooyoung watched his expressions, jerking himself off in a slow, relaxed way like he had all the time in the world. He was a bit cruel, but he'd be fine just masturbating on his own if it looked like it'd be too much. He was good at that, knowing what Yeosang could and couldn't take; he was used to taking the lead and pulling Yeosang around.
Wooyoung pulled his fingers out slow and steady and switched hands using the spit-soaked one to jerk himself off. Another little bead of pre-cum dripped down just from the feeling of having Yeosang's saliva on himself.
Yeosang watched, big eyes entranced on the scene so close to his eyes. It was a tantalizing thought because he really did want it in his mouth. He would've stumbled out a comment, if not for his attention being quickly snapped back to San.
"I was being nice, but you're not focusing on me Yeosang" San growled out, no real heat behind his words but either way it made Yeosang contract around the cock in him. Yeosang's eyes flashed with suprise, a throaty moan ripping it's way from his throat as San pulled his hips up to fuck into him harder.
His hands grasped outwards, one gripping onto Wooyoung's clothed thigh, the other on the bedsheet. The angle made San's cock drive so deep in him, he swore he could feel it in his lungs.
"Please- please, ngh t-too much," Yeosang's pleads fell on deaf ears as San kept up his brutal pace, hips snapping into him with so much force Yeosang felt like his body would bruise.
"Hng-ah, ah I can't please," he cried out, voice cracking with the strength of his pleasure. His brain froze, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, it was too much.
San wasn't faring much better, his face set in a grimace as he tried his best not to cum on the spot. No, he wanted to pull one more orgasm from Yeosang's body before that. His hips moved in a frenzy, pushing him in and out of the tantalizing heat that was Yeosang's pussy. It was sucking him in, begging him not to pull back out.
Yeosang looked so unbelievably beautiful crying on cock, his expression was something San would never forget. Yeosang's muscles were tightening up with the thrusts, it was something that was angelically hellish. San placed his palm over Yeosang's lower abdomen, fingers pressing down onto the hardened muscle.
"W-wait fuck stop —feels weird," Yeosang's expression twisted into something that walked the line of pleasure and fear. He wasn't a fan of cursing, but the "fuck" just came out from how strongly he was feeling. He didn't know why San was pressing on his stomach, but the effect it was having on him was scary.
Wooyoung wiped away a stray tear, muttering out a "so pretty for us."
Wooyoung.
He had forgotten Wooyoung was there for a moment, but maybe—just maybe Wooyoung would grant him reprieve.
"Young-ie" Yeosang wailed out, his whole body was vibrating, strung taut like a bow. More tears fell down Yeosang's face when Wooyoung didn't do anything to help him. His eyes turned back to San where he was pushing down even harder.
"No—" he sobbed, fat tears running down in rivulets, "Feel like I'm gonna pee."
San grunted, pushing his hips in as hard as he could. He could tell he was close, so close to making Yeosang feel so good that he wouldn't know what to do with himself.
"Just let go for Sannie," Wooyoung cooed, using his free hand to brush away more of his bangs that had fallen down over his face. Yeosang shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut because he really didn't want to let go—but it seemed like he had no say in the matter.
His body convulsed, a shattered scream forcing its way from his lips. His vision blacked out for a moment as he went through his second orgasm of the night. He clenched so hard around San it was borderline painful but San seemed to pay it no mind.
San didn't stop his thrusts nor did he let up on the pressure. He allowed Wooyoung to murmur sweet nothing's in the man's ears as he fucked him through his orgasm.
Why wasn't San stopping, he couldn't take any more. Yeosang sobbed as the heat grew in his stomach again, his body arching uncomfortably as something else ripped through him. His orgasm?
His cunt tightened and like a dam broke, he squirted so hard that San's cock got pushed halfway out. The warm liquid poured from his cunt, splashing over San's lower half, drenching his abs, his cock, and his thighs. It just wouldn't stop coming out, wetting the bed beneath his hips as well.
"I knew you had it in you." San moaned out, removing his hand from Yeosang's abdomen to stroke at his cock. He used Yeosang's squirt to slicken the glide even further, leering at Yeosang who was writhing in pleasure. He wouldn't last long, breathy whimpers falling from his lips at the sight of Yeosang in front of him.
He pumped his own cock; tiny, desperate pleas falling like water from his lips. His own eyes watered from the grip in which he was stroking, he leaned over Yeosang's body, his breath coming out in huffs. He all but collapsed forward as his orgasm shot through him like lightning, heart pumping wildly in his chest.
He gasped as cum shot from his tip, splashing in hot, white bursts onto Yeosang's soaked pussy. Yeosang's eyes were still squeezed shut—body moving of its own accord in minute twitches and squirms.
Wooyoung was barely holding it together himself—an iron grip on the base of his cock—the sight of Yeosang and San falling apart nearly simultaneously had him closing his eyes in an effort to not cum.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Wooyoung chanted in his head—a mantra that he would hold to. He kept his eyes shut allowing only the sound of heavy breathing of the two to infiltrate his mind. After a few seconds and many deep breaths in; he finally dared open his eyes but only after feeling that he truly wouldn't orgasm just at the sight.
San was still leaning over Yeosang, inhaling in and out like he was a machine rather than a man. His eyes drifted back to Yeosang, who was breathing a bit softer now. His eyes were half-lidded, but Wooyoung could easily see where his stare was.
Yeosang was looking at his cock, Wooyoung was sure of it. Yeosang had his mouth open—albeit for the purpose of breathing— he was practically begging Wooyoung to stick his cock in.
He loosened his grip on his cock for a moment, watching Yeosang's curious gaze like a hawk. Wooyoung tilted his head to the side before breaking the room's silence.
"You think you can handle a bit more Sangie?"
Yeosang's eyes opened fully, not out of shock but desire. The orgasms had made him more pliant and even more eager to please. Not to mention, when Wooyoung brought it up a few minutes ago; the thought had sat in the back of his mind.
"Yes," he pleaded. He wanted to know what Wooyoung's cock tasted like. What it felt like? Would he choke around it or would it sit in his throat? Would it be heavy in his mouth? Would it stretch his lips so wide, they'd be sore?
A billion thoughts ran though Yeosang's mind, each trying their best to run faster than the other but it all came to a halting stop the moment Wooyoung placed his legs on either side of Yeosang's head.
He gulped, eyes widening at the sight of Wooyoung's cock so close to his face. Wooyoung adjusted himself to ensure that he wasn't putting any pressure on any of Yeosang's body. He didn't bother preluding it much, his cock was more than achingly hard. He was five seconds away from spilling cum all over Yeosang's pretty face.
His hand wrapped around his cock, slapping it across Yeosang's cheek. Yeosang's head tilted to the side, as demeaning as it was, it made his stomach curl again with desire. With a pleased moan, he pressed his tip to Yeosang's lips painting them with his pre-cum.
Yeosang was still staring up at him with that curious look in his eyes, like he didn't have a cock at his lips. It drove Wooyoung insane; he needed to be in Yeosang's mouth pumping it full with his sperm.
"Open for me." Wooyoung commaneded, his eyes darkening at how complicit Yeosang was. His mouth fell open, tongue sticking out just barely and still despite how filthy and dirty the image should have been. Yeosang's eyes were so pure, he couldn't help himself pressing into Yeosang's mouth with no fanfare for Yeosang.
Yeosang gagged from the suddenness, eyes widening as Wooyung's cock barged its way into his mouth. His brain just completely shut down. Wooyung's cock felt as huge as it looked and then maybe a bit more.
The stretch in his mouth and jaw was more painful then San fucking his tip into him. He moaned around the appendage, he felt like he couldn't even breathe. Wooyoung was no better, being wrapped in Yeosang's mouth was life-changing. Wooyoung whined when Yeosang began to make use of his tongue, the underside of his cock was especially sensitive. It wasn't enough, he needed just—just a bit more.
"Gonna fuck your mouth, if you need to tap out pat my leg thrice." Wooyoung rushed out, already leaning so that he could better angle his hips. Yeosang nodded, to the best of his ability.
"Just remember to breathe through your nose." Wooyoung didn't say anything else before he pulled his hips back and drove his cock in deep inside Yeosang's mouth. Yeosang's eyes flashed with subdued panic; Wooyoung wasn't gentle.
Each fuck of his cock into Yeosang's mouth made Yeosang's brain collapse, he forgot how to breathe too, choking around the entrance. Despite how hard Wooyoung was during sex, Yeosang was doing amazing as well.
His lack of experience was largely outweighed by his lack of a gag reflex. It made taking Wooyoung's fat cock in his throat, a tad bit easier. It also helped that having something in his mouth made his brain just slow down; because otherwise he was sure he would've moved in a panic.
"Fuck, your mouth" Wooyoung moaned out, tilting his head back as pleasure rode it's way up his body. He was so close; he wasn't sure how he even lasted this long inside of Yeosang's mouth.
"Swallow for me baby." Yeosang blinked slowly: he heard the words, it was up to him if he actually was listening. Wooyoung pushed himself in one fell swoop, till his hipbones were flush with Yeosang's face and the soft hairs above his cock were at Yeosang's nose.
His cum splashed down Yeosang's throat, Yeosang grimaced at the taste. Wooyoung didn't pull out, ensuring that every single drop of his cum made its way down Yeosang's throat. When he pulled back, his cock came out soaked in a mix of cum, spit, and all.
"God that was so fucking hot." San said from behind, Wooyoung whipped his head back, finally remembering San was still there. Wooyoung huffed a laugh, pulling himself off from on top of Yeosang, tucking his spent cock back below his sweatpants. A small smile graced his lips, not one built on perversion but one that was fully because of Yeosang's cute, subdued expression.
He wasn't yet asleep, though Wooyoung could tell that he was exhausted. Yeosang's eyes were fighting between staying a third of the way open and between staying fully closed. It appeared though that closed eyes were winning. Wooyoung felt a bit of guilt; they had put him through a lot but it was nothing more than what he could take.
"My sweet Sangie, don't worry go to sleep" Wooyoung said, brushing Yeosang's bangs down, while San made his way all around the room, picking up stray articles of clothing. Yeosang wanted to lean up and maybe help a bit with cleaning up, he really did, but just the thought of doing so made him even more tired.
"Yeah! Wooyoung and I will clean you up." San said cheerfully, pressing a kiss to Yeosang's forehead. Yeosang thought he said a bit more after that, but his ears couldn't catch it—or rather his brain just refused to process it. The coat of exhaustion weighed heavily on Yeosang, sleep wasn't something he could fight off anymore.
His eyes drifted shut, soft breaths leaving his lips. With the comfort of being around the two people he trusted most; he allowed the darkness of sleep to fully overtake him.