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As mandated by contract, Siwoo kept his door unlocked at night. His bedside table showcased a vat of lubricant - family-sized, lid crusty and corpse near empty - and sleeping pills that he popped like prayers before every lights out.
Keeping his consciousness chemically under made what came next easier.
To call him an intruder would be wrong; the man was a visitor of Siwoo’s, and not an infrequent one. After admiring his sleeping beauty for a few self-indulgent seconds, he shimmied out of his undergarments, casting them to the floor for Siwoo to complain about later.
Siwoo didn't bother with pajamas, but he didn't sleep prepped or plugged. If someone wanted to use him while he was out, they could handle that themself. He wasn't too concerned about waking up injured: as was the case with all team property, the players were responsible for maintaining his condition, and would be held accountable if they damaged communal goods.
Siwoo’s visitor swirled his fingers into the jar of lube, scooping up an unnecessarily large helping to apply to Siwoo’s pucker. The fact that Siwoo still managed to be tight at all with how frequently he was used was a miracle, but after a bit of initial resistance, two fingers slid in without issue. Now that he was relaxed, the next part came easy.
The man slid his dick in raw, groaning lewdly as he pulled Siwoo’s sleeping form closer. The support didn't stir as the thick cock ravaged him fast and hard in a pounding, punishing rhythm that would quickly collapse into wet release.
Only half-attempting to pull out, the man left a viscous trail of semen dragging along Siwoo’s insides and dripping out onto his mattress. He considered cleaning up, but recalled Siwoo’s instruction:
“Don't bother. You’d probably bleach my asshole on accident. Just get in and get out. I can handle the rest.”
In respectful silence, he flung the blankets over the leaking, lifeless slab and left the room.
Some moron left a cum-stain on Siwoo's comforter last night.
He hated that more than the feeling of waking up stretched and sullied: that part, he didn't mind. He was used to that feeling, unlike the hassle of stuffing his bigass blanket in with his morning laundry. He bunched the bedsheets into one giant bundle and screamed into it before cramming it into the gaping mouth of the machine. Then, he took his first - not last - shower of the day.
This was Siwoo’s routine. He got dressed in his own clothes, fully expecting to end the night in someone else’s. He dressed warmly waist-up and loosely waist-down - baggy sweatpants, cheap leggings, he'd considered investing in skirts at some point, anything that would keep his body readily available.
That was the responsibility of a Gen.G support: to always be there when his teammates needed him.
Siwoo disliked mornings for how quiet they were, but woke up early anyway, knowing he wouldn't get the chance to solo-queue otherwise, not without coach intervention and general protest from the team. He made himself coffee, banged out a couple rounds of Nautilus, and got halfway through a game of Alistar before his practice session ended abruptly.
“G'morning, hyung,” Jihoon yawned, meandering over to Siwoo’s desk. There was a visible tent in his plaid pajama pants, positioned exactly at Siwoo’s eye level as he sat and played.
“Ah, Jihoon-ah,” he tried, “I'm in a game right now…”
“Siwoo hyung,” the mid-laner whined, snapping down the waistband of his pants with one finger and letting his erection spring forth.
Siwoo caught it in his hand on reflex, temporarily surrendering control of his champion to instead stroke Jihoon with a few lazy turns of the wrist.
“You look kinda good today,” Jihoon rumbled gratefully, fisting Siwoo’s hair to drag the support’s face over to his cock. “What's with that, huh?”
Not even attempting an answer, Siwoo opened his mouth prepared to have it stuffed full of the familiar, musty taste of skin. At least his hands were free, though he could barely see the screen with his chin tugged off to the side, tilted up to provide an easy angle.
Jihoon loved poking his cock into every possible surface of Siwoo’s mouth: the soft palate, the inner cheeks, on his tongue and under it, poke poke poke. Siwoo warned him that he was gonna hurt himself rutting against teeth one day, to which he'd replied, “But you'll make sure that doesn't happen, right, hyung?”
Siwoo tried his best, curling his lips inward, but if he ever closed his mouth too much, Jihoon would drag his cock out slowly, angling himself downward so that the head snagged on Siwoo’s lower lip, popping it back out. After that, he'd playfully smack the outside of Siwoo’s mouth with his dick, smearing pre-cum around his lips before shoving in again so sharply that his balls hit Siwoo’s chin.
Jihoon especially loved poking the back for Siwoo’s throat, perhaps out of pride that he could reach it. He'd usually build up to that slowly, sinking deeper, pressing in, sinking deeper, pressing in, like a cat toying with a mouse with nowhere left to run.
“Oh, you won,” Jihoon noted, drawing Siwoo’s attention back to the game he had long since abandoned as he thrust in again at a new angle, nearly choking Siwoo in the process. “Good job.”
Siwoo knew that Jihoon was actually praising his mouth, not his gameplay, and hummed in acknowledgement. He'd always been able to read Jihoon pretty well, a byproduct of their proximity. He could tell he was getting close from the reluctant force added to each roll of his hips and the fingers clenching, then unfurling against his scalp.
Jihoon rubbed against Siwoo’s tongue one more time before yanking himself out, fisting a bunch of tissues from the box that lived on Siwoo's desk, and fitfully finishing into them. He wiped himself off, discarded the tissues in the trash, then leaned into Siwoo with a triumphant smirk.
Siwoo and Jihoon had a deal: if Jihoon avoided cumming on or in him, which included his clothes, his hair, and, after much debate, his mousepad, Siwoo would give him a kiss. Notably, kissing was not part of Siwoo’s contract. No one could kiss him without his consent, not without serious repercussions.
Jihoon liked kisses, though, and Siwoo was more than willing to play into his reward-motivated mindset if it saved him the inconvenience of needing to change. These days, it felt like most of Siwoo’s life was spent minimizing inconvenience.
Jihoon got his kiss on the cheek, which he proudly took with him to his gaming chair as their top-laner wandered in.
Siwoo licked over his dirtied lips. “Morning, Kiin-ah.”
“Kiin hyung, doesn’t Siwoo hyung look kinda good today?” Jihoon prompted mischievously.
Kiin blinked at Siwoo with amphibious disposition. “He looks the same as always.”
Jihoon grinned, “Ah, are you saying Siwoo hyung always looks kinda good? What a rizzler, honestly.”
“Forget it.”
“Kiin-ah,” Siwoo sang, crossing the room to fling his arms around him, “you really are too sweet~”
“I said forget it,” Kiin mumbled, begrudgingly pulling Siwoo onto his lap. “I need to practice.” His breath burned against the skin of Siwoo’s neck; he had probably been drinking coffee or Monster or something else toxic and gamer-ly.
“Play Garen,” Siwoo rasped into Kiin’s ear, “or something simple. I’ll stay out of your way.”
Kiin’s dick was out the next second. Siwoo shuffled out of his pants, reaching across the table for lube and a condom while Kiin maneuvered around him to accept his match and drop into champ select.
“Yuumi top, Yuumi top,” Jihoon sang as he walked behind the duo to grab some water. “Or is Siwoo hyung the Yuumi, since he’s attached to you?”
Kiin ignored him and locked K’sante.
Siwoo got the privilege of pacing himself when he worked with Kiin, mostly because Kiin liked to pretend Siwoo didn’t exist whenever they were intimate. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t enjoy it: he was already straining to fullness at the weight of Siwoo on his chest, wrapped around him like a monkey climbing his favorite tree.
Siwoo didn’t have a favorite cock, but if asked, he would say Kiin’s. Kiin's dick was simple, easy to handle, and maybe just a little bit small, not unlike the man himself. Siwoo loved to tease it, to toy with it, to rub his fingers all over it until Kiin was grinding his teeth and ordering him to hop on already.
Kiin was also very insistent about condoms, more so than anyone else on the team, and Siwoo called him boring while silently appreciating his practicality.
On his path to top lane, Kiin pressed his left hand against the small of Siwoo’s back, sinking him down to a seated position. “Slow, okay?” he instructed with the same evenness as he shotcalled in game, but with something a little extra: there was a hidden heat, a gruffness to his voice that indicated he was well aware of the fact he was submerged in Siwoo’s ass, and that despite his best efforts, he was enjoying it immensely.
Siwoo liked to make a game of drawing that gruffness out of him.
“Slow, got it,” he purred, sensually rolling his hips in a languid, drawn-out motion. “This slow enough for you?”
Kiin grunted. “Slower.”
Rolling his eyes, Siwoo stopped, glancing over at Jihoon. “I think he just wants me to sit there.”
“You’d better not make him miss cannon, hyung,” Jihoon warned. “You make him miss cannon, and he’ll spank you.”
“Oh, is that right?” Siwoo rumbled, leveraging himself on the chair to bounce lightly on Kiin’s cock. “Wow, Kiin, I didn’t know you were into that. How scary~”
Kiin shoved Siwoo’s hips fully down, “Stop moving.”
“Or you’ll spank me?”
“I seriously hate you both.”
Siwoo ducked his head down to press his ear against Kiin’s chest, to listen to his heartbeat as he continued to play. As much as Kiin tried to focus, to farm and trade normally, Siwoo could see him start to sweat, could hear his breathing stagger, could feel each twitch of interest at every junction of their bodies.
The enemy jungler ganked top, and Kiin leaned forward in his seat, pressing himself into Siwoo. “Still.” It sounded like an order, but Siwoo knew he was all but begging on his hands and knees.
Siwoo strained his neck to try to watch the play: the jungler threw out his cc early, and Kiin blocked it and continued to run away. As praise, Siwoo experimented with lightly thrusting his hips, rubbing his own hard-on against Kiin’s stomach and earning a grunt of disapproval.
Kiin made it out and based, then channeled his teleport back to top. As he did, Siwoo stretched himself upright, riding more aggressively and letting out overexaggerated moans.
Kiin slumped back into his chair with a groan of arousal disguised as one of frustration. “You’re kidding.”
“What? It’s a long tp,” Siwoo panted, “You should thank me for killing the time.”
“You really should thank him, Kiin hyung,” Jihoon added, lazily stroking himself to the sight of his hyungs going at it. “He never makes noises like that for me.”
Kiin grumbled something that was probably closer to a curse than a thank you, dragging Siwoo back into position and scooting forward to pin Siwoo’s hips between the table and Kiin’s cock. It was sexy to think that Kiin was trying to keep him trapped there. The unsexy truth was he was just trying to stop him from squirming.
Siwoo really couldn’t help it, though: he was bored, which meant Kiin was probably bored, which meant Siwoo wasn’t doing his proper job of providing ‘physical fulfillment and stress relief’ to the other players on his team. Siwoo wasn’t about to get dubbed a slacker. Surely, Kiin could understand that.
That was why Siwoo needed to keep moving, needed to push back against the table to free his hips, needed to gain enough of a grip to effectively grind back against his top laner, even if he 'accidentally' jostled Kiin’s mouse in the process.
Kiin swore, rising to his feet and flipping Siwoo around so he was standing over the table. “One drop of cum on my keyboard, and you buy me a new one,” Kiin hissed, hammering his hips forward with the desperation of someone who needed this over with right fucking now.
Siwoo tossed his head back and grinned unrepentantly. It would be quite the challenge not to drip onto the keyboard with how efficient Kiin was. Years of enduring Siwoo’s teasing had taught him how to shut his support's taunting mouth, or rather, to force it wide open, gaping around moans as Kiin pounded the perfect spot. It was like an intense prostate massage, enough to leave the average man shaking and spurting.
Siwoo must’ve truly been desensitized if he endured it with only a slight leak.
Kiin pushed Siwoo away as he climaxed. “Get off," he wheezed, tugging off the freshly-filled condom, then handing it to Siwoo to deal with.
“Oh, so now you care whether I get off,” Siwoo muttered breathlessly, staggering away on weakened legs.
“I’ll get you off, hyung!” Jihoon offered, snapping on a condom before making grabby arms in Siwoo’s direction. “Come help me with my TFT comp!”
“Okay, okay,” he sighed, squatting to straddle Jihoon’s erection as they both faced the screen. “What’s broken right now?”
As Siwoo sank down onto Jihoon, slowly stretching himself to accommodate the greater length, Jihoon wrapped around Siwoo’s dribbling cock with a loose hand, giving him the same casual treatment he was giving himself before. “Think Nasus is OP.”
“Ah, is that right,” Siwoo groaned, closing his eyes as he fought to focus on matching his riding to the pace of Jihoon’s strokes. He aligned it such that Jihoon palmed his tip right when his cock reached its deepest point inside Siwoo, such that every time Siwoo bounced, it jostled Jihoon’s hand in just the right ways.
“Speaking of dogs,” Jihoon conversed as Siwoo writhed against him, hiding his face in Jihoon’s neck as he gave into his pleasure, “where is our lowest-tier teammate?”
“Jaehyuk,” Siwoo whined softly against his neck, clearing his throat to dictate, “Probably asleep. I think he had a rough night.”
“Oh, rough night with you?” Jihoon squeezed Siwoo’s cock enviously, cruelly caressing his balls with his long, nimble fingers. “Lucky him.”
Siwoo rolled his neck back, thinking about the discarded pants on his floor. “Sort of with me,” he corrected.
The queue popped, “Ah, hyung, you really should finish before we start,” Jihoon chided, rapidly picking up the pace of his strokes, bucking into Siwoo unevenly and completely desyncing their pace. “Don’t want my mouse dirty-”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m there,” Siwoo heaved, twitching his way through a quick orgasm. Jihoon wiped him up with tissues, then sanitized his hands and rolled the chair in toward the desk, staying fully lodged within his support all the while.
Jihoon was much easier to cockwarm for than Kiin, primarily because Jihoon gave him more to work with. That wasn’t just a size thing: Jihoon played the game well, periodically bouncing his chair to shake Siwoo along with him, casually shifting his sitting position to switch their angle, occasionally running along Siwoo’s cock with his backhand as if it was something habitual. Siwoo could sit on Jihoon’s cock for hours. Sometimes, he did.
A few rounds into their TFT match, Kiin came over to apologize. “Sorry, hyung, I was tryharding since Geonbu’s close to beating my rank.”
“Aw, it’s okay, Kiinie. How could I not forgive that cute face?” Siwoo leaned forward, humming as the motion caused Jihoon to shift inside him. “You want my mouth, don’t you?”
“Oh, wow,” Jihoon murmured, “First you push him off, then you ask for his mouth… you really are the coldest, Kiin hyung. You’d better apologize twice.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
“Maybe three times.”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry. Forgive this cute face.”
Siwoo crinkled his nose. “Which face?”
“This one? Please?”
“Okay okay, you can fuck my mouth.”
“Ah, but I actually wanted your ass though?”
Jihoon clicked his tongue. “This guy…”
“Mouth first,” Siwoo sang, pointing to his lips, “then, when Jihoonie’s done, you can switch.”
“Then can we switch again after?” Jihoon pouted, “I want your ass last.”
In petty provocation, Kiin leveled, “Maybe I want his ass last.”
With a sigh, Siwoo climbed off the chair and positioned himself on all-fours between the two desks.
Just another day at the office.
After getting spitroasted by his top-mid for hours and eating a light lunch (Siwoo would never be able to tell whether someone was actually putting semen into his food or it was just the residual aftertaste from his morning activities – he couldn’t even tell if it mattered), Siwoo was finally allowed his second shower of the day.
He scrubbed his skin until it burned, taking special care to clean out his well-used asshole. At least they had both used condoms, that is, until the very end, when Jihoon ripped of his protection and came in Siwoo’s ass, knowing that Kiin would refuse to continue after that. It was childish, but at least it brought an end to their near-literal cockfight.
Through the sound of his own mumbled chastising and the water beating his lathered chest, Siwoo failed to hear the careful footsteps of someone entering the shower behind him, not until the man generously knocked against the tile wall in warning.
Siwoo almost slipped from surprise, but caught his balance, turning to face his visitor with a kind smile. “Missed you earlier today, Bu. They made me take your spot in the practice room.”
Geonbu winced apologetically. He didn’t like being in the practice room when the others were using Siwoo. He was still a man of the old-fashioned mindset that sex should be a private thing, preferably kept between two people.
Unfortunately for Geonbu, he no longer had convenient access to his partner of choice, but still had needs to fulfill. That was where Siwoo came in.
“You want?”
Geonbu nodded. He hadn’t stripped down and ganked Siwoo’s shower just for the soap.
They swapped positions so Geonbu was closer to the showerhead, blocking the waterflow with his back so Siwoo wouldn’t get it in his face as he sank to his knees.
Unlike everyone else on the team, Geonbu preferred using Siwoo’s mouth over his ass, perhaps as some half-baked show of fidelity. That’s not to say that Siwoo never took Geonbu properly, just that it was a rare occurrence, saved only for nights when the jungler was truly desperate. He would always apologize first, as if it wasn’t Siwoo's job to do this, and then pound into him and, well… Let’s just say with a cock like Geonbu’s, Siwoo was grateful that his ass was spared the daily plunder. If he had to take Geonbu along with the others every single day, he no doubt would’ve broken entirely by now.
Siwoo would say something about small mercies, but nothing about Kim Geonbu was ever small.
Geonbu exhaled slowly, tipping his head back into the warm flow of water as Siwoo bruised his knees against the porcelain and locked his jaw. Geonbu always fed himself in slowly, and sometimes, that made it worse, the gradual suffocation as his mouth became fully occupied by thick, meaty cock.
Geonbu’s fingers threaded their way into Siwoo’s hair, holding him steady, but never tugging as he dragged himself back and forth. Siwoo felt as though the texture of the veins was imprinting on his tongue; Geonbu's warmth pulsed forward, and he tasted his first portions of pre-cum.
“Good,” Geonbu praised, “so good…” He worked himself up to a steady pace. Siwoo mostly just let him take what he needed, occasionally swirling his tongue around or clasping his lips shut to suck properly. Geonbu’s grip always tightened slightly when he did that, like a sign of restraint, like he was enjoying himself but refused to admit it, not that Siwoo would tell anyone.
He would give Geonbu that credit, though: in the harsh world they lived in, Geonbu was one of the few lovers who could still make Siwoo feel like a filthy whore.
Geonbu pulled himself out, rubbing himself with his off-hand, and Siwoo smiled up at him in anticipation. Geonbu closed his eyes, no doubt picturing someone else as he jerked himself to completion, releasing onto Siwoo’s face.
As he sank down from his high, Geonbu offered Siwoo a hand up, which he gladly took. After thumbing some of the semen into his mouth, Siwoo raised his face to the still running shower, scrubbing the rest of it off.
“Let me get your back,” Geonbu insisted, soaping and scratching along Siwoo’s spine in a way that made him moan more than the numerous rounds of sex he’d had that day. “Thank you, Bu,” he lauded.
“Kiss?”
Siwoo nodded, and Geonbu planted a quick peck on the back of his shoulder blade. “Take care of yourself, hyung,” he instructed before handing off the soap and backing out of the shower, leaving Siwoo alone once more.
The morning’s outfit wasn’t dirty enough to discard by the afternoon; he ditched the sweatshirt, but kept the pants and loose tee, toweling off his hair as he stepped out into the dorm hallway and ran into an unexpected duo.
“Siwoo hyung!” Jinhyuk cheered, jogging over enthusiastically, “Was hoping we’d find you here.”
Dohyun trailed behind him, more subtle but no less smug. “Siwoo.”
“Boys!” Siwoo greeted teasingly, “Good to see you. What brings the Hanwha bot-jung to our dorms?”
“Some of our equipment broke, so Gen.G’s letting us use theirs.” Jinhyuk grabbed Siwoo’s hands with a snaggletooth smile. “Isn’t that great? That means we’re visitors.”
“That means,” Dohyun corrected, wrapping his arms around Siwoo’s waist from behind, “we’re guests.”
‘Guests’ was different. ‘Guests’ meant that while in the building, they were entitled to all the same privileges and treatments that the Gen.G players received.
Jinhyuk was already pressing his thumb into Siwoo’s lower lip – “Fuck, I’ve missed that mouth of yours” – while Dohyun wormed his skillful hands into Siwoo’s pants, starting to tease him to hardness.
Siwoo tried to speak, but Jinhyuk kissed the words out of him before he got the chance.
Whether he didn’t know about the no-kissing rule or didn’t respect it was a toss-up; Jinhyuk's tongue licked deep into Siwoo’s mouth as Siwoo's knees buckled underneath him, overwhelmed by the sudden show of passion.
Dohyun eased his fall to the floor, helping him onto all-fours, carefully peeling away his lower layers and clicking his tongue at the lack of prep work.
“It’s like a crime scene down here,” Dohyun lamented, tracing over Siwoo’s sore and reddened hole and causing his whole body to tense up. “Have they even been using lube?”
Siwoo was rendered unable to answer by Jinhyuk’s cock, which wasn’t even fully hard yet but was being forced into his mouth regardless. Siwoo gargled around it in protest, unable to escape thanks to the unyielding grip Jinhyuk kept on his hair.
“Don’t worry,” Dohyun assured as if Siwoo’s wails had constituted some articulate response, “you're with me now. I know how to take care of you.”
“I do, too,” Jinhyuk insisted, suddenly playing nice and brushing Siwoo’s hair out of his face for him in a kind caress. “You like orders, right, hyung?" He jerked forward. "Suck.”
As soon as he heard that word, Siwoo sank his mouth down around Jinhyuk’s cock and sucked like his life depended on it, spreading his legs wide for Dohyun all the while. Both players seemed terribly pleased by his response, Jinhyuk resuming his fierce grip on Siwoo’s hair, Dohyun sliding slicked-up fingers into him, stretching him carefully.
As he felt Jinhyuk’s cock grow harder and harder in his mouth, Siwoo wondered at what point it would be hard enough to draw blood. He swore he could already taste some; the assault on the roof of his mouth was brutal, leaving bruising that would likely take weeks to heal.
Meanwhile, Dohyun had slipped his cock into Siwoo – no latex, just skin – and was leaning over his back, pressing their bodies together as much as possible. Dohyun was always precise with his angles, though not tactical like Kiin was; he was more artful about it, like a composer, stringing together an original symphony of motion that would let them both achieve their greatest level of pleasure. As his percussion, he steadily squeezed Siwoo’s dick, offering mellow strokes as Siwoo repeatedly tensed with arousal.
It was a killer combination, Dohyun’s care with Jinhyuk’s recklessness, each serving to complement the other more. Siwoo’s pre-bruised knees creaked against the floor as he was rocked back and forth between the polar opposites, caught in a tug of war between the smooth worship of his ass and the ruthless attack on his mouth. When Siwoo moaned from the hyperstimulation, both fronts only tugged harder.
Caught in his full-body fingertrap of gratification, Siwoo didn’t hear the door opening, certainly not over the sounds of Jinhyuk shouted dirty talk or Dohyun’s whispered sweet nothings, to say nothing of the vulgar slapping sounds. He did, however, hear the furious bark of “The fuck is this?”, and that voice made his mind go numb, his body falling limp and his jaw hanging open beneath Jinhyuk’s cock.
Neither Hanwha player paused their motion.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Jinhyuk teased with a shit-eating grin, “Nice of you to join the living.”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Park Jaehyuk snarled. Jinhyuk would ignore the fact that Jaehyuk seemed to direct the question more toward Dohyun, just like Siwoo would ignore the fact that Jinhyuk’s cock twitched when Jaehyuk entered the hall and started watching them. Dohyun, for his part, would ignore Jaehyuk altogether, focusing solely on Siwoo, on keeping him full and ravished.
“Gen.G said we could come here and borrow some equipment,” Jinhyuk gloated, still bucking up into Siwoo’s mouth. “We’re guests.”
Jaehyuk’s face was dead furious. “I guarantee this was not the equipment you got permission to use.”
Jinhyuk rolled his eyes and his whole head with it. “What’s up your ass?” He tightened his grip on Siwoo’s hair, “Talking to him, not you, sunshine. I think Dohyun’s the answer to that.”
Siwoo could almost hear Jaehyuk’s jaw clenching. “Just finish up and leave.”
Jinhyuk made a big show of moaning after that, putting on his best o-face as he quickened his thrusts to a near constant pace, finally spilling into his mouth. “Swallow.”
Siwoo gulped it down in one go.
“Good bitch.”
Siwoo moaned like an animal in heat, tears streaming down his cheeks. Dohyun shushed him, pulling him back into his arms to cradle him gently, petting Siwoo’s cock as he hiccupped through the tears.
“Happy?” Jinhyuk asked Jaehyuk, shaking out his cock, then tucking it. “Jealous that I give it to your bitch better than you can?”
“Get the fuck out of my dorm,” Jaehyuk seethed, shoving Jinhyuk’s arm until he was stumbling down the hall, laughing and taunting all the while.
With Jinhyuk gone, he turned his lethal attention down to Dohyun, who was still lovingly rocking Siwoo on his cock.
“At least let him cum,” Dohyun requested in his first and only acknowledgement of the other ADC. It was diplomatic wording, framed such that Jaehyuk couldn’t refuse without looking like an asshole.
Folding his arms and slouching down against the wall, Jaehyuk conceded, “Make it quick.”
Dohyun hugged his arms around Siwoo’s chest. “You can cum for me, right, baby?” Siwoo whined from the back of his wounded throat, nuzzling into his former ADC’s neck. Both other men in the hallway recognized the gesture: it was Siwoo's silent way of saying, ‘comfy here, don’t wanna move.’
Jaehyuk glowered so hard Siwoo could see it with his eyes closed, but the support was too fucked out to care.
Dohyun rolled his hips once, twice, then held Siwoo close as he came deep inside, thrusting in a few final times as if trying to fuck his spend in further. Siwoo mewled at the sensation, worming himself upright. “You like how that feels, I know,” Dohyun cooed, continuing to tease Siwoo’s cock. “Your turn.”
With a groan, Siwoo released onto Dohyun’s hand, visibly fried from the conflicting surges of pleasure and pain. Dohyun held him close as he let out his last spurts.
“That’s enough,” Jaehyuk decreed, voice quiet, yet firm. Dohyun ignored him completely.
“Kiss me?”
Louder, Jaehyuk snapped, “He doesn’t have to-”
Siwoo thoughtlessly planted a quick kiss onto Dohyun’s lips, causing him to smile fondly, if a bit smugly. “If you ever need a break from all this,” he whispered into Siwoo’s ear loud enough to reach Jaehyuk's, “you’re always welcome at the Hanwha dorms.”
“Get out.”
Dohyun gave Jaehyuk a harsh look. “I need to clean-”
“What, like I can’t?” Jaehyuk growled, already crawling forward to snatch Siwoo into his arms. “Get out, and take your musty jungler with you.”
With a look that could best be described as condescending disappointment, he gathered himself and retreated. “Thank you, Gen.G, for your generosity.”
“I promise you that this’ll be the last time,” Jaehyuk vowed, promptly redirecting his attention as Siwoo shuddered in his arms.
The way Jaehyuk handled him was… balanced. Not soft enough to care, not sharp enough to cut. It was a firm cradle, a solid grip on his collapsed form.
“Siwoo-yah,” he prompted, causing the support to slowly open his crusty eyes.
Because he had to, Siwoo smiled. “Jaehyuk.”
“You’re mine tonight,” he commanded. “You’re going to come to my room after dinner, and no one else’s. Understood?”
Siwoo nodded in assent, slumping forward into the solid warmth of Jaehyuk’s chest. Jaehyuk was tender with him up until he saw the trail of Dohyun’s spend leaking out of his ass, then he shoved him away.
“Go shower. Clean yourself up.”
Siwoo sat up and frowned, grabbing his towel from the hallway floor. “I literally just showered.”
“Then do it again,” Jaehyuk scoffed, rising to his feet and glaring down at him.
That look on his face… that was the one other thing that made Siwoo feel like a filthy whore.
“Up, let’s go.”
“Yes, captain,” Siwoo sighed, trudging back to the same shower door he’d exited not an hour before.
And so Siwoo took his third shower of the day.
Siwoo was completely braindead for the rest of the evening. Sound body, sound mind, or so they say, but Siwoo could only vouch for the inverse.
He was supposed to practice with the team, but called out sick to rest on the couch. His soreness left him with no comfortable positions.
He skipped dinner, unable to chew or even speak without a splitting headache.
He showered for a fourth time, and still felt gross after.
Finally, he reported to Jaehyuk’s room, as instructed, sitting on the edge of the bed with a palmful of pills that he longed to throw back and call it a night.
Jaehyuk would let him, sometimes. If he was feeling generous, he'd permitted Siwoo to numb the pain into blackness, in turn allowing Jaehyuk to take his pleasure carelessly, willingly oblivious to the damage he caused.
Siwoo really needed that, tonight. He just needed the day to be over.
He was about to raise the pills to his lips when a steady hand clasped over his own.
“Don’t.”
It was framed like a request rather than a command, but Siwoo was smart enough to know the difference. He wasn’t allowed to complain or disobey, forced to open his soul to his AD carry through a wet-eyed stare and plead silently.
“Hyuk-ah…” His voice was completely wrecked, throat dry from overuse.
“Please, just trust me,” Jaehyuk beseeched, taking the sleeping pills away and setting them aside. “This is going to be good for you.”
Siwoo squeezed his eyes shut fitfully and reclined on the bed, curling his back to keep his ass off the mattress. Jaehyuk reached up to support the underside of his legs, gently massaging his thighs, then slipped his softest pillow beneath the tail of Siwoo’s spine.
“How many times today?”
“Mmm, lost count.”
“I meant how many times did you cum?”
Siwoo winked one eye open. “Twice, I think.” Once with Jihoon, once with Dohyun.
“Think you can manage two more for me?”
Barely suppressing his groan, Siwoo humored, “What did you have in mind?”
“Well,” he spidered his fingers up Siwoo’s inner leg, “I was thinking, since you treat everyone on our team so well, I would try giving you some of the same?”
Siwoo knit his eyebrows. “What?”
With an earnest smile, Jaehyuk offered, “How would you like a really bad blowjob?”
Cracking a grin for the first time in hours, Siwoo countered, “How bad are we talking?”
“Like, far from what you’re giving us. But I’ll try. I really will.”
Siwoo shook his head with an incredulous laugh. “No way. You’re not actually gonna suck my cock. Not you. Not Park Jaehyuk.”
“Yes, me,” he laughed back. “What, you don’t think I will?”
“I don’t,” Siwoo challenged, “Like there’s seriously no way.”
Jaehyuk gave him a look, then tugged down Siwoo’s pants just enough to slip his cock out. Then, he stuck out his tongue, and ducked down…
“Ew, stop slobbering on my cock, you dog!” Siwoo cackled, nudging away Jaehyuk’s shoulders with his raised ankles.
“Then what am I supposed to do?” Jaehyuk whined. “Help me out here. What’s the meta?”
“Well…” Siwoo contemplated. “You could lick it. You should at least be able to manage that much.”
Jaehyuk nodded seriously, lowering his mouth once more. Gently, he began to lap at Siwoo’s cock, nudging it with his warm, wet tongue.
Slowly, Siwoo began to harden, and Jaehyuk looked up at him with raised eyebrows, clearly pleased with his progress.
“That’s enough licking,” Siwoo instructed, “Now try putting it in your mouth.”
Jaehyuk slowly placed his mouth around Siwoo’s cock, ducked down… then retched and pulled away coughing. Siwoo shook his head in playful disappointment.
“I seriously don’t know how you do that,” Jaehyuk wheezed, throwing back a glass of water. “Like seriously.”
“It’s not that hard,” Siwoo sighed, “Just… here. Wrap your lips around your teeth,” he demonstrated, “E’ike ish.”
Jaehyuk mimicked the motion. “E’ike ish?”
“Perfect. Now stick you tongue out slightly…” Siwoo placed a guiding hand on the back of Jaehyuk’s head, “and let me…”
He raised his hips, then lowered. He stayed very shallow, kept every movement slow and telegraphed, but gradually, he began to fuck the tip of his cock into Jaehyuk’s mouth.
“Fuck…” Siwoo gasped as his skin got caught on the plump curl of Jaehyuk’s lower lip, “That’s good, Hyuk-ah… You’re a natural…”
Jaehyuk rolled his eyes, but held his pose, faithfully letting Siwoo use his mouth as he saw fit. The trust in his gaze was almost as hot as the blowjob itself.
Siwoo strung his forearm over his eyes. “Fuck, okay, I’m close, get the Hell out of there.”
Darting away, Jaehyuk climbed onto the bed beside Siwoo, reaching over to lightly stroke his cock. Another smooth motion, and Siwoo came, bucking up against Jaehyuk’s wrist with a muted moan.
“Damn, you were right. That was good,” Siwoo confessed, causing Jaehyuk to beam proudly.
“Yeah?”
“I mean your technique could use some work but with practice, I’m sure…”
“I’m not rushing to replace you,” Jaehyuk mused.
“I should hope not,” Siwoo huffed. “You’re pretty damn far from-”
“You think I don’t know that?” With a self-deprecating smile, he added, “But I tried, right?”
Siwoo nodded. “You did, and it was nice. Thank you.” He rolled over on the mattress to face Jaehyuk. “You said you wanted one more from me, right? Don’t tell me you’re finally gonna butter up that sweet ass of yours and let me hit.”
“Absolutely not,” he shut down immediately, “It’s not your birthday.”
Siwoo’s eyes lit up, “So for my birthday, you’ll-”
“Nope.”
“Damn. Worth a shot.”
Jaehyuk shrugged. “I dunno. I didn’t have a plan for the rest of it. Just whatever you want to do.”
Siwoo bit his lip, already knowing what he wanted to say and finally giving himself permission to say it:
“Fuck me?”
Jaehyuk looked baffled, wagering a glance at his abused asshole. “Are you kidding?”
“I’d let you,” Siwoo maintained.
“It’ll hurt."
“No shit. Do it anyway.”
“Siwoo…” Jaehyuk ran a finger all the way up the side of Siwoo’s body. It was a grounding gesture, a reassurance of Siwoo's presence, proving his existence for them both. “You don’t have to do this. I’m not asking you to.”
And that was exactly it: he didn't need to ask. It was enough for him - for any of them - to want, and Siwoo would have no choice but to give, and give, and give some more, even if he was already empty.
He had agreed to this. He had agreed to supporting his team however they needed him. Even in the worst of it, he didn't regret that choice. The sex was fun until it wasn't, but his particular arrangement provided him something else, something far more valuable: a purpose.
As long as he was doing this, no one could call him useless again.
Siwoo rolled over to the other side of the bed, keeping Jaehyuk behind him. “You didn’t need to do that for me, and I don’t need to do this for you.” It's an oversimplification, blurring the distinction between expected and unexpected selflessness.
Jaehyuk's finger rode the curve down to Siwoo’s ass as his breathing slowed. A moment that could have been mistaken for hesitation quickly proved to be sadistic desire. "You really are good at this, you know. The perfect plaything, perfect slut. The world's best support." He squeezed Siwoo's ass appreciatively, forcing a wince and a low-toned whine. “I’ll go slow."
“Go fast,” Siwoo protested, “Please, I want to sleep.”
“I'll go slow,” Jaehyuk repeated more forcefully, and that was that.
Siwoo closed his eyes, willing his body to relax as much as possible as the first lube-coated finger breached his entrance. He couldn't help hissing from the sting.
To his credit, Jaehyuk paused. “Are you-”
“Don't stop.”
More fingers, more pain. By the time Jaehyuk’s cock was pressed against him, Siwoo was already biting down on his pillow trying to muffle his sobs.
Jaehyuk held Siwoo’s waist supportively, his face pressed into Siwoo’s shoulder, nuzzling against it. The declaration was brutal: “You still feel so good…”
"It had better," Siwoo muttered, promptly punished for it as Jaehyuk ruthlessly began to move. Each jab felt like broken glass digging into his guts, the friction a brutal abrasion, yet hidden within it all, he still felt the telltale signs of pleasure.
Another sharp thrust, and he couldn’t help but cry out.
“Jaehyuk-ah!”
“I know, jagi, I know,” Jaehyuk appeased, planting an unprompted kiss on Siwoo’s neck. “You’re doing so good, taking it so well for me.”
Siwoo’s tears grew heavier, fuller. “Please hurry…”
“Don’t want to tear anything,” Jaehyuk mumbled. Inspired, he offered, “Here:”
He sank his teeth into Siwoo’s bare shoulder in tandem with his next thrust.
Siwoo gasped – it wasn’t a moan, but it wasn’t a scream. “There’s a fine-”
Through a mouthful of shoulder, Jaehyuk grit out, “I’ll pay whatever damn fine they want. Just focus.”
Siwoo did focus, no longer on the old ache, but the fresh, hot new pain that Jaehyuk was giving him. It was the perfect distraction, lighting up entirely new parts of his system, allowing him to better feel the searing moments of bliss.
“Feels good,” Siwoo marveled, his whole body shaking, “Feels… Hyuk-ah, I think…”
“Mm-hmm,” he agreed, nosing against Siwoo’s neck. “Come on, princess. One last time for me.”
Siwoo's whole body trembled. “You first,” he snapped. If he couldn't even do that much, then what use was he?
Jaehyuk stilled as if hearing Siwoo's thoughts. He ran his hand across Siwoo's stomach and sighed. “If you insist.”
The next moment, Siwoo felt his body entirely cleaved in half, split sideways, burned through with molten lava, chewed up, spit out, stomped on. He loved every minute of it.
At the end of the rush, Jaehyuk moaned his name, sinking his full weight against him. Somehow, in the midst of Siwoo’s final collapse, he could felt the beating pulse of satisfaction.
He ended his day with a deep, happy sigh, staining his ADC's sheets in an unplanned act of revenge.
Jaehyuk peeled their sticky bodies apart. “Shower?"
“Tomorrow,” Siwoo groaned, already losing himself to exhaustion.
A beat of silence, then: “You liked it when Jinhyuk called you ‘good bitch’, didn’t you?”
Siwoo matched, “I’d like it even better if you called me that.”
“Good answer.” He killed the lights, then sank back onto the mattress. “I meant what I said, about you being the world’s best support.”
Siwoo laughed through clenched teeth. “Well, someone needs someone to carry.”