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I was frozen on the spot.
I released a shaky breath as my vision cleared and so did Hoon hyung’s expression. His eyes were wide, a mix of disbelief and embarrassment and something else that was cynical underneath all the shock. I saw his eyes wander the scene before him, catching mine first before trailing my neck – sweaty and craned to support my cheek against the pillow – and then to my arched back, and then to my hips. His eyes lingered a bit on my ass where Ni-ki’s large hands were idly rested.
“What the fuck?...” hyung says quietly.
“H-hyung,” my voice cracked from overuse. I catch his eyes in an attempt to explain myself.
“Quiet, Sunoo-hyung. Let him speak,” Ni-ki interrupted.
“It’s–it’s not what it looks like,” I whispered in a pathetic attempt.
I was shocked by the sudden slap on my ass, the pain lingering on my skin. Something about it made me choke out a moan, albeit due to my post-orgasm hypersensitivity.
“See, hyung? Sunoo-hyung loves it when I do this,” Ni-ki maneuvered himself so he was above me, I tried to push him away but I just received another slap on my ass. I yelped. “Or this,” he said as he inserted his digits in me again without warning. I bit my tongue in embarrassment. “Even this, hyung,” he said as he leaned and reached to pull my jaw toward him, squishing my cheeks almost painfully until our lips collided and our tongues met. He sucked on it for a while before letting go, emitting the most obscene sound. “He lets me violate him, Hyung.”
There was a silent conversation between Hoon-hyung and Ni-ki as their eyes met, a few seconds too long for me to disregard. Hoon-hyung starts walking closer, the 7/11 plastic bag falling from his grip. “Let go of him,” he said.
“Why?” Ni-ki replies. “It’s too late, hyung. You were too slow. Sloppy. Dumb,” he pulls my hair and kisses my jaw, his eyes still holding Hoon’s, lips sporting a smirk. “I won.”
“Ni-ki,” I reprimand.
It only took a second before Ni-ki’s weight was lifted off of me, and I hear his body slam against the wall across the bed. Hoon-hyung had him pinned by the neck, as Ni-ki tried to pry his arms away to no avail. I panicked and stood up, not minding the searing pain in my lower back.
“I’ve had it with you, boy.”
“No! Hyung! Oh my God, please. Let go of him, please. Stop!” I reached where they were standing and pried Hoon-yung’s arms to let go of Ni-ki.
“Why? So, you could go fuck him again? He’s a fucking minor. Fucking think, Sunoo.”
“No, hyung. Look at you! You’re being unreasonable, there’s no need for violence. Please.”
“Right. Listen to Sunoo, hyung,” Ni-ki chimes in, smirking despite his bloody lip. His ‘hyung’ sounded a bit derogatory even to my ears.
Hoon-hyung attempts to hit him again but I pull his arms away and away from Ni-ki.
“Stop!”
“What is it with you stopping me from teaching this kid a lesson? Huh?” Hoon-hyung’s usual somber, nonchalant expression was now replaced with pure rage directed at me.
“He’s just a kid, hyung,” I say, pulling him away towards the other side of the bed.
“Save that talk for yourself.”
“I–I know. I made a mistake. Please. Just let this go for now. Please.”
“Did you even think about what happened to us earlier? Are you that needy?”
“It just–It just happened. I don’t know–I really don’t know. I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry? How about how I feel? Did you ever think about how I would feel, Sunoo?”
My tears blurred my vision as Hoon slowly walked towards me menacingly. His tall and bulky figure looming over me.
“I didn’t mean for any of this…”
“Is this what you were doing while I was away? Slutting around, fucking anyone with a dick?”
“I am not!” I yelped as I was backed up against the bed, causing me to fall back.
“You just couldn’t help it, do you?” The sound of his belt unbuckling filled my ears as I held his hard gaze. “You like it when we’re crazy over you, don’t you? Typical Sunoo,” He says as he pins my arms over my head. “You fucking whore,” he whispered.
I held back a sob as he raises my legs over his shoulder. His eyes wandered on my naked body and lingered on my asshole where his fingers now prodded slightly.
“Ah! Hyung, stop!” I yelled as I felt his thick fingers enter and flick and retract. “Hyung! Ugh!”
“So fucking tight,” he said. “Still so fucking tight. Must not have been stretched enough, yeah, baby?”
“Ahh!” I whimpered as another digit pushed in. My hands squeezed the fabric beneath my palms as I hid my face away from Hoon’s gaze. I caught a glimpse of Ni-ki sitting on the recliner couch, jerking off to the vision before him with his phone out. “Stop! Ah–”
“You fucking think you could play me like that, Sun?” Hoon’s fingers quickened as I felt them hitting the same spot Ni-ki hit earlier, except now his larger fingers stretched my hole to an almost unbearable limit. “You’re fucking mine. Only mine.”
“Hyung! Slowly–Ahh!”
“Tell me you feel good, baby. Tell me I’m better than him. I’m better from all those bastards before me. Tell me.”
“Hyung, please. Ah–slowly. Ahh!”
Whether it was due to overstimulation or exhaustion, I could not hold back the orgasm that overcame me. Hoon’s fingers wrapped around my dick as it pumped a fast rhythm.
“Fuck… there’s so much, baby. We’re not even starting yet,” he says in wonder. “You’re such a fucking slut.”
I whimpered in a daze as I felt myself being carried and maneuvered further toward the headboard. Hoon stands for a moment to remove his clothes, revealing his raging dick that I’ve only ever fantasized about. My eyes lingered in awe, but it was cut short when Hoon dipped his and sloppily rimmed my ass. His soft hair tickled my thighs and his tongue flicked and slurped as he wets my hole with his spit.
“Wait… no more–” I complain weakly, my hands gripping his shoulders.
“Hmm,” he hums a reply without stopping. His eyes made contact with mine as he sucked harder and harder and his hair bounced with the frantic movement of his tongue.
“Hyung…” I moan as I feel the signs of another orgasm coming. “Rest first, please,”
“Later, baby.”
“Hngg…”
“You think you’re ready for me, baby?”