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Well, Chan may have actually been right about this one, go figure...
Is what Han Jisung thinks as he looks up at the looming white stone structure before him, his hair plastered to his forehead and his black denim jacket failing to hold the bitter cold of winter in the city at bay. Jisung was the self-crowned King of the university "odd jobs board" - a cork board that was easily double his age that hung on the wall of the music production faculty. The board was a place where students, teachers and local business alike could post jobs they needed done, and students could swoop in and make an easy buck between classes and the half a second of sleep art students seemed to run on. Most of them were catered to fields of study; a local salon needed their website re-designed, a law firm down the street needed a short ad made or a radio station wanting a new flyer for an upcoming event…..but not always. Occasionally there were much simpler tasks; someone without family in the city needed help moving, or a retirement village wanted someone to come walk the residents dogs in a bout of poor weather when they couldn't do it themselves.
These were Jisungs hunting grounds, and he had made it an art to snatch up these mundane jobs and hit five or six of them in his singular Sunday off…..much less thinking required then if he was to waste his energy mixing some garbage for someone's lift music for barely five dollars an hour. That was time he could be spending on his own tracks.
To Jisung, his method simply made more sense
Chan - his roommate turned stand-in father - often challenged him on this. Chan would jut his hip out and sigh as Jisung sat at their barely-standing kitchen counter frantically googling 'How hard is it to fix a professional grade dishwasher' after bringing home a job posting and adding it proudly to his stack for that weekend. Chan would argue one of these days someone was going to see through his smooth talking and he was going to get his ass kicked by some business owner he just duped into thinking he was a dishwasher mechanic, to which Jisung proudly responded "Well you'll come scoop me off the pavement right, Channie?"
Chan shook his head with the hundredth sigh of the day "One day, you're going to back yourself into a corner you can't talk your way out of" Chan had sighed, which only elicited a scoff from Jisung - I have this down to an art, Chan.
Which is how he found himself gawking up at a brand new Church at eight o'clock at night after a painfully long day of mowing lawns and painting awnings for three businesses all across town. Jisung takes a cautious step up onto the first stair, and looks around the grand entryway with his jaw slack and his eyes wide as he takes in the curved carvings of the wooden door and the smooth white stone that makes up the grand archway. The Church was brand new, and had only opened within the last few weeks, yet it looked like something from the eighteenth century. Jisung clutches the job posting in his hands as he stumbles up to the landing, looking at the door again for a moment before turning his attention back to the slightly damn piece of paper in his hand, having fallen victim to the rain along with Jisung who's dark hair was dripping water onto his nose.
HELP WANTED;
Needing a part-time after hours cleaner for new Church, Sunday nights 8pm until job completion
No training necessary
There was no name on the job posting, only the address on the back….and the Church itself didn't seem to have a plaque or sign indicating which religion it even belonged to….the whole thing reeked of death trap, then of course Jisung's eyes find the price written on the very bottom of the crumpled piece of paper
Paying $200+ per night
Jisung sighs, and decides almost scarily quickly that if his fate is to become the stupid kid who gets his head ripped off in the first five minutes of a horror movie….then so be it. He takes a deep breath as he tries to shake some of the water out of his hair, and reaches his hand up to knock on the arch-shaped wooden double doors. Jisung stands back then, rocking back on his heels as he waits for the wood to swing in and reveal the shrivelled old hag that surely dwells in a place like this. Jisung shivers in the wind, and groans as he realises it isn't exactly a fantastic first impression to turn up soaked. Jisung groans as he eyes the door for a few more seconds before standing back and letting his backpack slip off of his shoulder to the ground, then crouches down to shuffle through it.
Probably going to take the old fuck an hour to walk to the door anyway, I have time to kill.
Jisung rummages through his bag with a scowl on his face, desperately hoping to find a shirt or anything he can use to dry his hair, he groans when he finds nothing even close, and is about to give up hope when someone speaks above him.
" My my, are you cold?"
Jisung cries out at the voice that seemed to appear from nowhere, and gasps as he slips back off of his heels and ends up sprawled out on the cold stone as his frantic eyes desperately search for the owner of the honey-like voice. Jisungs eyes only blow impossibly wider, and he immediately forgets just how soaked and miserable he was when he locates the owner of the voice….who was most definitely not a bitter old woman or a gummy-smiled priest. The only solid thought Jisung can manage to string together is that he's stunning; completely breath-taking but not in a model kind of way, but a period romance kind of way. He was tall and impossibly slim, dressed in black trousers and polished black dress shoes with silver buckles. His shirt was a creamy colour, silk-like and unbuttoned down to his sternum to reveal a crimson red scarf he was wearing. His jewellery was silver and his hair a charcoal black, half tied up in a delicate ponytail with a silver band clasped over to hide his hair tie.
Jisung is too stunned to realise he has been staring for an uncomfortable amount of time.
The man smiles at him, and pushes open the door a little more to slip through and drop down to one knee in front of Jisung "Oh dear you're soaked, please come inside, will you?" The man says, and his voice seems to float inside of Jisungs head and linger there…..it's impossible to refuse him, and so Jisung nods eagerly as he tries to push his legs back underneath him and somehow manages to get to his feet. The man laughs softly and reaches down to pick up Jisungs bag, Jisung lets out a strangled noise as he goes to take it from his hands "N-No really I can carry it-" he stumbles out, and the stranger only smiles as he moves his arm out of Jisungs reach, turning to toss his head towards the half-open door which was spilling out a golden light to break through the bitter evening.
It was almost as inviting as he was.
"I insist, dear, come along now-" he speaks again, and once again Jisungs body moves on the strangers instruction instead of his own….. I am definitely about to be fucking murdered. Jisung slips inside wordlessly, his arms wrapped around his own shivering torso as he whips his head over his shoulder to see the man step inside after him and pull the door shut with a near silent click….. well that explains why I didn't hear it open. Jisung tries to smile as the stranger faces him again, impossibly more beautiful now that his high cheekbones and pink lips are bathed in a warm light. He steps around Jisung, turning to put his backpack on one of the dark wooden pews beside him. Jisungs eyes follow him on instinct, and he gasps as he finally takes in the space.
The Church was just as grand inside as it was from the pavement, with rows and rows of pews leading up to a grand altar loitered with silver candelabras and chalices. The ceiling was the classic Church-style, curved and arch-shaped with stone pillars to support on the outer walls, and the entire roof was painted with many biblical scenes which Jisung couldn't quite discern in the flickering golden light that lit the space. Jisung realises then there's candles at the end of every pew, and that hundreds of candles are what lights the gigantic cathedral ….it didn't appear anywhere this big from outside, how-
"Wait here, dear, I'll go and get you something to wear, hmm?" The stranger says, his tone dripping an almost addictive warmth and his hand brushing against Jisungs shoulder as he passes and strides down the aisle - his shoes clacking on the stone. Jisung finds his voice for a moment then, and manages to speak up as he retreats "I-I'm here for the job posting! A-Actually-" Jisung calls out, and the beautiful stranger quickly spins on his heel to face Jisung again, his head tilted and his features almost shocked. "Oh? Is that so? You're not a devotee?" He asks, and Jisung quickly shakes his head as drops of water slip off his nose and create a small puddle between his feet. The stranger smiles again then, soft yet curious as Jisung blinks at him in the candlelight "I see, no bother at all, allow me to get you warmed up then we will discuss hmm?" He calls out, and Jisung once again finds himself nodding without really knowing what he was even agreeing to.
Jisung doesn't know how long he stands there, wincing as he gets their spotless floor wet as he waits….. what even needs cleaning here? This place looks as if no one has ever stepped foot inside. Jisung shivers again, he feels his lips turning blue as he finally relents and peels his soaked jacket off, which was only weighing him down with water, not providing a speck of warmth. Jisung sighs as he places it over the back of the same pew that housed his bag, and his curiosity gets the better of him as he slowly walks down the central aisle. Jisung lets his hand drag along the wood of the pews, and his eyes desperately try to soak up every strange thing around him, every Gothic artefact and painting hidden in the shadows of candlelight. Jisung reaches the two steps up to the grand altar then, and looks around to make sure the stranger isn't hiding close by before he steps up to approach the long wooden bench that takes up the entire space. Jisungs head tilts as he runs his hands over the soft red satin folded at the end of the table, and the almost ancient looking silver dagger that rests on top of it, with a glowing red ruby on the hilt.
Jisungs brow furrows as he looks away and around the small platform that the table stood on. He finds no lectern as was normally seen in churches, nor does he manage to locate a bible or any kind of book or text. Jisungs eyes catch something as he skims the area as best as he can in the dim light, and his confusion only doubles when he eyes two metal fastenings in the middle of the top end of the table; They were a bright silver and engraved with vines, two half circles of metal….almost like handcuffs-
"Did no one ever teach you not to snoop?"
Jisung gasps as he whips around, forcing his lower back flush to the side of the bench and pressing his hands into the wood as he finds yet another impossibly attractive stranger staring at him. This man is alike the other in many ways but very much unlike him in a slew of others. He's dressed similarly, but instead of a scarf his shirt is buttoned higher and he wears a dark navy waistcoat left un-fastened. His hair is much shorter and an ashy blonde colour, which only make his dark eyes seem darker as he stares at Jisung from under his impossibly curled eyelashes with his arms crossed over his chest. Jisung gawks again, his heart hammering in his chest as he is left with nowhere to hide and nothing to say as he's rendered dumb by the almost ancient kind of beauty of the very irritated looking man who stands before him.
Where are these people fucking coming from-
"I-I wasn't snooping-" Jisung fumbles out, and the man scoffs as he takes a step towards Jisung on the platform, never once allowing Jisung to look away from his piercing eye-contact "You will not get far, lying to me-" he breathes out as he stares down at Jisung, who lets out a shaky breath and he fights away his rapidly closing throat "N-No really, I was let in….by….by-" Jisung stammers out, wincing as he struggles to even speak. The man sighs as if he were bored of Jisungs babbling, and leans forwards to snatch the crumpled job posting from Jisungs hand - which he hadn't even realised he was still holding. The man looks over it for only a moment before reaching behind himself and sliding it in his pocket "You're here for the cleaning job, is that correct?" He asks, his voice cool and almost inviting in its sharpness as his eyes skim over Jisungs panicked expression.
"Y-Yeah, I knocked and….someone else let me in, told me he was going to get me dry clothes-" Jisung manages to fumble out, and the man draws back a little as if he'd only just realised Jisung was soaked. He tuts as he reaches forwards and shamelessly grabs Jisungs waist with both hands, pulling him away from the altar. Jisung gasps again at the contact, but the stranger doesn't seemed phased nor does he make any move to release Jisung as he peers down at him "I'd appreciate it if you didn't dampen the altar table" he almost whispers, and Jisung nods as he tries to wiggle out of his grasp, which only makes the man tighten his grip on his narrow waist.
What the fuck-
"Now now Minho, that is not how we treat our guests!"
Jisung could almost have cried with relief as the first stranger seems to materialise out of the darkness and strides up to them, a small stack of material in his hands. The other man - Minho - groans as he releases Jisung finally, who finds himself feeling almost dizzy at the loss of his hands. Minho rounds on the other man then, his arms crossing again as he berates him "Our clothes are for devotees only, Hyunjin, you know this" he hisses, and Jisung feels his eyelashes flutter against his cheek as he tries to indiscreetly listen in to their hushed conversation, the soft ones name is Hyunjin.
"This kind boy is here for our job, Minho, plus who says he isn't-"
Hyunjin turns to look at Jisung then, his eyes hooded as he looks him up and down in a slow sweep. Jisung absolutely hates the way his stomach knots at the words, and he quickly looks away in a feeble attempt to hide his growing blush as they talk…. they call me "boy", but they don't even look that much older then me, what the hell is that about-
"Here, darling, go and change; there's a bathroom in the far left corner" Hyunjin speaks to Jisung directly, and Jisung almost trips with how quickly he rushes to his side, holding out his hands to wait to be handed the clothes, once again obeying his kind words as if they were gospel. Hyunjin smiles as he places them gently into Jisungs waiting hands, and he fumbles out a soft thank-you and turns to flee when a hand reaches out and curls around his arm. Jisung can't help but feel his stomach drop out at the touch and the warmth it seems to press into his skin, and his head whips up to see Minho once again staring at him "Do you have a name, or shall we just keep referring to you as "boy"?" He says, and Hyunjin sighs beside him as he too looks at Jisung "I think he likes being called dear, or darling, I mean look at his blush-"
That's it, I'm going to fucking die in some pretty-boy cult Church-
"Jisung, isn't it?" Minho says, his hand sliding down to rest as Jisungs elbow as his head tilts. Jisung draws back again, blinking rapidly as he stares between them "Y-Yeah….how did you know that?" Jisung mutters, and Minho shrugs as if it was the simplest thing in the universe to pluck a name out of thin air, and turns to walk back down off of the altar platform "Call it a hunch, I'm rather good at these things you could say" he says nonchalantly as he goes. Hyunjin swoops in to flood Jisung field of vision, the same calming smile still on his face as he slides one of his hands down to rest against the inside of Jisungs wrist on the hand that wasn't desperately clutching his borrowed clothes "Now don't pay him any mind, Jisungie , he's trying to rile you up" Hyunjin says, and something warm seems to bloom behind his eyes in perfect harmony with Jisungs heart skipping a beat
Yeah….he's right, he just guessed, it was luck-
Jisung immediately forgets about how completely impossible it was for Minho to have guessed his name, as Hyunjin seems to pull the panic straight out of his head and replace it with something much calmer, warm. Jisung nods then, turning to gently pull his hand free of Hyunjins grasp and scurry down the stairs past where Minho now sits perfectly poised in a pew, looking at Jisung with the same hooded eyes. Jisung lets out a low whine as he struggles to look away, and forces himself to train his eyes on the door in the back corner which Hyunjin had identified as the bathroom. The further he gets from them both, the colder he feels, which alone makes Jisung dizzy…..what the fuck are they pumping into the vents here?
He looks towards the front door, and how easy it would be to make a run for it as every one of his senses was screaming at him to do.
But he can't, and he has no idea why.
Jisung slips wordlessly into the bathroom.
As soon as he's inside he presses his back flush against the door, letting his eyes slip shut and forces his aching lungs to breathe. Jisung stands there as seconds stretch into minutes, one of his hands clutched over his racing heart as his knees slightly bow together. When he finally gains the courage to push away from the door and stand on his own - and heaves with relief when he manages to stay standing - Jisung dresses as fast as he can manage. He's relieved to see the clothes Hyunjin had given him weren't the same costume-style get-up the two gorgeous strangers were wearing, and finds himself dressed in a perfectly dry set of black pants and a white t-shirt. Jisung shudders as his mind naturally asks him why they'd need changes of clothes at a Church….for the devotees Minho had said….
He means followers right? What a strange word to use-
Jisung shakes the thought away, not enjoying the sinking feeling it creates in the pit of his stomach…. I've already decided I'm staying, no point fucking freaking out. Jisung hesitates as his hand settles over the cool handle, and he takes yet another shallow breath as he pushes it open only enough to slip through, keeping his head down the entire time in fear of catching Hyunjin's eyes and once once falling into the strange trance the other boy seemed to be able able put him under, where Jisung couldn't make his own choices…. so pretty he fucking brainwashes me, fantastic. Jisung sighs, being completely sure that's the only explanation for the strange phenomenon, unless of course Hyunjin was a witch.
Jisung doesn't get far before the beauty in question seems to appear out of nothing before him, arriving so silently that Jisung startles at his soft voice "Better now, Jisungie?" He hums, his arms crossed behind his back as he leans forwards into Jisungs personal space, once again uttering the nickname as if he was Jisung childhood friend. Jisung nods, once again not trusting his own voice under the strangers weighted eyes. Hyunjin chuckles softly, and pulls Jisung wet clothes out of his hands, which Jisung lets him do wordlessly "Let me find somewhere for these, dear" he says, and Jisung only nods as Hyunjin turns on his heel and skips down the aisle "Minho will get you set up, if you still want go work of course?" Hyunjin calls out, and Jisung forces himself to speak as his eyes lift to find Minho standing with his hands on his hips on the altar "O-Of course, yes I still….I still want to work" Jisung mumbles, which makes Minho roll his eyes "Then come here, Jisung" he says with a wave of his hand.
God….stop saying my fucking name, both of you
Hyunjin turns to face Jisung before he rounds a corner and disappears again, and smiles at Jisung "Don't worry darling, he's all bark, he won't bite" he says with a wink, then vanishes into the shadows. Jisung wrings his hands together as he stares in the now blank space where Hyunjin had been standing, before forcing himself to turn and look at Minho who hasn't once stopped staring at him. Jisung lets out a stammering breath as he rushes down the aisle, skimming up the stairs to stand a comfortable few meters from Minho "Do you often respond to job ads from completely randoms, Jisung?" Minho asks as he picks up one of the chalices on the grand bench and runs his finger around the rim, looking away from Jisung for only a moment as Jisung fumbles to find words. He resorts to shrugging "I do what I can to make some money while studying, did….did you not think anyone would turn up?" Jisung asks, happy that he managed to sling some semblance of a sentence together.
Minho scoffs, turning to place the chalice down before taking another long step towards Jisung "I didn't, no, I didn't think anyone would be foolish enough to trust a stranger" Minho hums, which makes every hair stand up on the back of Jisungs neck as he forces himself to stare straight forwards into Minho's shoulder. Jisung swallows deeply before he manages to speak again "I-I can leave, really-" he fumbles out, and Minho scoffs again as he turns to speak almost against Jisungs cheek "I think that would upset Hyunjin, so I implore you not too….we're new in town you see, and desperate to make some new friends " Minho drawls out, sultry but clearly mocking Jisungs clear state of disarray.
He either wants to eat me or fuck me, oh my god-
Minho laughs again then, a breathy sound, and Jisung startles as he frantically hopes he didn't say that out loud …..as it very much appeared like Minho knew exactly his thoughts. Jisung scrambles to speak again "I-I understand, really, I'm happy to stay and do the job-" he rushes out, and Minho breathes out as he shows not one sign of intention to move away from Jisung "That will please Hyunjin, I'm sure, he gets attached very easily" Minho coos, and Jisung nods frantically as he blinks away the strange tears that had pooled in the corner of his eyes…. am I afraid? I don't think so, what's happening-
"And you? Do you want me to stay?" Jisung asks, immediately wanting to turn and sprint as he speaks the words. Minho turns his head then, turning his attention to where Jisungs pulse is thrumming in his neck "I'm curious, why are you afraid, Jisung?" Minho asks, and Jisung feels his face pale as he finds himself unable to step back, frozen in place. He turns to catch Minho's eyes, finding them so close he's sure he could count each of Minho's eyelashes individually if the boy would give him the time too "I-I'm not, why would I be afraid?" Jisung stammers out, and Minho gives him a crooked smile as he draws back all of a sudden, which leaves Jisung with a cold and aching feeling that he couldn't quite name "You don't understand me, you can't figure out my intentions and that unnerves you - people tend to fear the unknown" Minho says as if it's the simple answer to his question, and Jisung can only blink dumbly at him as he desperately fights the urge to step back into Minho's personal space….. when they're close, either of them, it seems a whole lot less fucking weird-
Jisung can hear his blood rushing in his ears and he desperately searches for options, with the only reasonable one he can land on is that he's been drugged….but how could that have happened-
Jisungs internal ramblings are halted when Minho turns and picks up a rag and a clear bottle of spray from the edge of the stone bannister next to him, and hands them to Jisung with the same crooked smile and hooded eyes that makes Jisung stomach flip as he scrambles to take them "You can start with the pews, Jisung" he says as if he hadn't just reduced Jisung to a mumbling mess simply by breathing too close to him. Jisung nods as he takes a step backwards, finding it near impossible to break eye-contact with Minho until he's at least a few meters away from him. Jisung feels his heel reach the edge of the altar platform, and he quickly turns on his heel to rush down the steps, gripping the edge of the first pew with his eyes squeezed shut.
Minho is still staring at me, I can feel it-
Jisung forces himself to move, to slip behind the first pew and begin spraying and wiping the already spotless surface….. just do it, don't say anything Jisung. And so he does, he goes row by row and cleans every inch of the seat and backrest of every pew in the first row, and only lifts his head to scan the room when he's done. Jisung lets out a shaking breath as realises neither Minho or Hyunjin were present, and scrambles to start on the second pew. Jisung works quickly again, and only hesitates when he makes the critical error of looking to the left around halfway down the second row of pews. Jisungs eyes immediately lock onto the oddity; a large red draping curtain on the far left wall that hadn't been drawn all the way across like it was meant to, leaving a silver handle to be seen easily by Jisung.
Jisungs curiosity once again leads him to a dumb decision, and he scans the room one more time before putting down his cleaning supplies as quiety as he can on the floor and tip-toes towards the curtain. Jisung fists the heavy material in his hands for a moment before gently pushing it aside to surely enough find a rather plain wooden door where a window should be behind it….. hidden doors? This has to be a fucking prank. Jisung tosses his head over his shoulder as he rests his hand on the handle, pressing it down as slowly as possible, terrified to break the silence of the grand room. Jisung winces as it clicks open, and slips inside as quickly as he can to shut it behind him. Much like he had in the bathroom, Jisung immediately presses back against it and shuts his eyes for a moment to gain the courage to face whatever may be in the room. Jisung slowly peels his eyes open as he hears his own blood rushing in his ears, and finds himself blinking in the dark as he slowly pushes himself away from the wood. Jisung tiptoes forwards in the dark, and gasps as a golden light floods his peripheral vision from the right.
Jisung whips his head towards it, and his eyes widen when he finds himself looking down a long corridor leading to what looks like a small room at the very end, once again lit by candlelight as if he'd tripped and fallen back into the eighteenth century. Jisung swallows as he takes a step down the hallway, all the while his head screaming at him to turn and run….. but as per usual he manages to drown it out and forces his legs to carry him into what is most definitely not a good idea , like a masochistic moth to a flame. Jisung walks faster and faster until he's almost jogging, and doesn't hesitate to step into the room as he meets the end of the hallway. Jisung winces as he adjusts to the light, and peers around the room as it slowly comes into focus.
Jisung can't quite tell what it is; one half appears to be a small library and the other a storage facility packed high with a mix of both cardboard boxes and others that can only be described as chests. Jisungs eyes immediately find a large desk that rests right in the middle, and he slowly drags his legs towards it to inspect the large book that rests in the very centre. It's very obviously old, silk bound and gigantic, with frayed edges and a title written in a language Jisung most definitely can't read, but would say is Latin if he had to guess. Jisung swallows as he opens it to a random page right in the centre, finding what looks like handwritten text. Jisung flips the pages blindly, completely zoning in on the pages of words he can't understand. Jisung falters when he flips to a page with an illustration, and his eyes widen as he takes in the image before him.
It was clearly old, centuries old, and showed what looked like a Church full of people kneeling, and on the altar was another person strapped down, and three figures in black capes leaning over them. They seemed to have something dripping from their mouths, but the picture is faded and black and white, so Jisung leans forwards to try and discern-
"You are a curious one, aren't you darling?"
Jisung could have screamed, but a hand over his mouth prevented him. Jisung eyes blow wide as his hips are pushed forwards against the tall desk, and someone much taller than him presses their entire front against his back, pinning him in place. Jisung is sure this is it, sure that his curiosity is about to see him murdered in a Church basement
Then Hyunjin speaks
" Breathe, calm down my dear….I'm not here to hurt you, nor did I mean to startle you, I just didn't want Minho to hear us hmm?" Hyunjin says directly into his ear, once again bending Jisungs emotions to fit his words almost immediately. Jisungs eyes roll back and slip shut as he relaxes completely and utterly, slumping forwards. Hyunjins other hand immediately lifts off of the edge of the desk to curl around Jisung middle and hold him flush against his own chest. Hyunjins hand moves off of his mouth to slide down his throat and rest at the base of his neck, which allows Jisung to let out a soft moan "There there, very good darling, calm " he whispers again, which makes Jisungs back arch against him as warmth curls low and hot around his stomach.
How….how is he doing this…..what kind of drug-
Jisung grips the edge of the desk with both hands as he leans forwards into Hyunjins hands which grips his waist and curls around his throat. Hyunjin tuts as he hooks his chin over Jisung's shoulder to look down at the book. Jisung trembles as he fights the urge to push back against Hyunjins hips, suddenly rendered completely desperate for movement, where only moments ago he'd been terrified. Hyunjin turns to speak into Jisungs neck then "Reading scary stories, are we?" He asks, his voice like honey as he pours it down the side of Jisungs neck. Jisung open his mouth, but only another low whine escapes as his hands curl into fists against the wood " Speak, darling"
The words come before Jisung has even thought of them.
"I….I just found it" he groans out, his eyes still shut as Hyunjin hums into his skin "I see, only the things of fairy tales are in these old books, Jisung, you shouldn't waste your time" Hyunjin mumbles, and Jisung nods desperately against his hand as Hyunjin manages to slip one of his legs between Jisungs, which causes him to once again arch against Hyunjin with a gasp, pressing his head back against Hyunjins shoulder. Hyunjin chuckles as he arches away from Jisung, causing the smaller boy to gasp at the loss "Do you believe in fairy tales, darling?" Hyunjin asks, his lips brushing over Jisungs pulse point with every word. Jisung shakes his head "I-I….I don't know, m-maybe?" Jisung forces out as Hyunjins hand across his waist begins to move, and slips down to slide under his borrowed t-shirt.
Jisungs eyes fly open as he feels Hyunjins impossibly soft hands against his stomach, dragging up his side. When Hyunjin touches him the fog in Jisungs head becomes impossibly denser, he can't tell which way is up or down, and it's almost dizzying in how much pleasure merely the press of his fingers into Jisungs skin causes. Hyunjin begins to mouth at his neck, and Jisung can do nothing other than grip the desk and writhe as the taller boy explores at an agonisingly slow pace, letting out a slew of soft whines and groans against Hyunjins hand on his throat. Jisung gasps again as he feels something sharp scrape against the soft skin of his neck…. a piercing? How could I have missed that-
"If you believe in fairytales, do you believe in monsters as well, hmm?" Hyunjin asks, pulling away from Jisungs neck with a gentle wet popping sound. Jisung groans, barely processing the question before more whining words fall from his lips "I don't know , I've never seen one-" he whines, and Hyunjins hand on his stomach pauses for a moment, which alone is enough to make Jisung want to cry. Hyunjin hums as he speaks directly into Jisungs ear again "You're sure of that, darling? Maybe monsters just don't look like what you expect them to" Hyunjin mumbles into the shell of Jisungs ear. Jisung can barely discern the words as Hyunjins hand drops away from his throat. Between one shaking breath and the next Hyunjin's hands grip Jisungs hips and spin him wordlessly, pushing him back so Jisungs lower back is now pressed against the desk as Hyunjin forces his way between Jisungs thighs which fall open for him with ease.
Jisung gasps as Hyunjins hands slide up his torso, one settling on the side of his neck and the other on his cheek "After all, the best hunters are those that can lure their prey in completely unaware" Hyunjin speaks as he slides his thumb across Jisungs trembling bottom lip, and Jisung whines as his mouth immediately falls open to allow him room to better explore. Jisung lets out a broken " hng" sound as Hyunjins thumb pulls at his lip, making him squirm as their hips are pressed flush together "I-" Jisung whines, but is cut off when Hyunjin speaks again, barely above a whisper "What if the monsters in those books didn't look like gargoyles, or demons, or pale-faced old men in black capes….what if they looked like me, darling? Would you think the same way about them, would you be scared?" Hyunjin continues to ramble as he uses his hand around Jisungs throat to force his head back.
"Or would you worship us"
Jisung whines as Hyunjins mouth presses against the base of his throat. Hyunjin crawls his way up over Jisungs Adam's apple and along his jaw with a slew of wet open mouthed kisses, each one rendering Jisung more boneless than the last, and finally Jisungs hands drop down to wind around Hyunjins waist, keeping him close. Hyunjin pulls back as he reaches Jisung chin, and Jisung whines at the loss of the wet heat. Hyunjin coos at him then, as if the sight of Jisung so completely and utterly wrecked is almost sad to him " Open your eyes, sweetheart"
Jisung obeys, wordlessly and completely.
Hyunjin is looking at him with hooded eyes, his hair mused and his scarf tossed aside to reveal pretty much his entire chest. Jisung takes in every inch of him that he can from where they're pressed, almost flush together….Jisung gasps when his eyes finally rest on Hyunjins mouth. His lips are pink from kissing Jisung, and parted to reveal his tongue….but it doesn't take long for Jisung to find where Hyunjin clearly wanted him to look, his teeth.
A piercing…..I thought he had a piercing
Hyunjin had not one glimmer of metal in his mouth, but Jisung got his answer as to what was sharp against his pulse nonetheless, when he sees two pointed canines peeking out from under Hyunjins top lip. Jisung lifts one of his shaking hands from Hyunjins waist to cup his cheek, and he chokes out a shaking breath as lets his thumb pull Hyunjins bottom lip down to reveal a matching pair of pointed teeth on the bottom row. Jisung shakes his head, finding it impossible to look away from them as Hyunjin drops his hand away from Jisungs own cheek to curl around his waist, and push their hips once again flush together "T-They're fake, right?" Jisung gasps out, and Hyunjins eyes narrow with a playful chuckle as he turns his head to kiss against Jisungs palm. Hyunjin lifts his hand to wrap around Jisungs, making it impossible to move as he drags one of his pointed teeth along Jisungs pointer finger.
Jisungs gasps as he feels a slight sting, but it's almost immediately washed away by a dizzying feeling of warmth as Hyunjin laps his tongue against the impossibly small cut. Jisung gasps as he head flops forwards to press against Hyunjins shoulder, and he gasps weakly as he feels suddenly drunk. Hyunjin hums as his tongue wipes back and forth "Do you want to ask that again, dear?" He breathes out, and Jisung lets out a ragged gasp as he presses his nose against Hyunjins neck "T-This isn't possible, this can't-" Jisung whines into his skin as Hyunjin continues to play with his finger, giving one barely-there kitten lick after another as he laps up every tiny droplet of blood that leaks through the cut. Hyunjin hums as he speaks with Jisungs finger finger still half in his mouth "Ever since you stepped in the door I've been conducting your emotions, that is my gift, and what you're feeling now is an effect of my saliva in your bloodstream….it tends to cause euphoria-"
Jisungs gasps as Hyunjin pulls his mouth away from Jisungs hand, and instead lifts his hand to pull Jisung back by his hair - forcing Jisung to look at him "Oh look at you, my darling, it feels good doesn't it?" Hyunjin coos again, letting his hand rest at the bottom of Jisungs neck at the back of his head. Jisung tries not to answer, but it's impossible as he sees his own blood lingering on Hyunjins lip "I-It does….I-" Jisung fumbles out, and Hyunjin smiles as he drags his hand around to grip Jisungs chin and force his head to the side. Jisungs goes easily, and his hands slide into Hyunjins hair as their chests are pressed flush together. Hyunjin tilts his head to allow his lips to rest on Jisungs neck "It feels much better here, I've heard" Hyunjin says as he presses another open mouthed kiss against Jisungs pulse point.
Jisung jolts as sudden wave of fear rockets through him….. I've seen fucking movies, I know how this ends… ..Hyunjin responds immediately, and he lifts his head to press his lips against the corner of Jisungs mouth " Calm, sweetheart, I will never hurt you-" Hyunjin breathes out, and Jisung once again succumbs to his words….. my emotions, he really can bend my emotions just like that. Jisung breathes against Hyunjins cheek, and nods as his entire body relaxes "That's what a devotee is, darling, you help us and we….take care of you, draining people is not our style, we prefer…. companions " Hyunjin breathes out, which makes Jisung tremble as he turns to press his mouth against Hyunjins in an admittedly messy kiss. Hyunjin falls into it eagerly, and once again his hands drop to Jisungs waist and slip underneath his shirt.
Every comic book and movie in existence had taught Jisung that vampires were cold, but Hyunjins hands were impossibly warm as they splayed against his lower back, and Jisung whined and gasped every time he felt Hyunjins pointed teeth catch on his lip or tongue. They kiss for what could have been hours, and eventually Hyunjin rewards him by wrapping his arms around Jisungs middle and lifting him onto the desk. Jisung gasps as Hyunjin forces his legs open, allowing himself to slot between them and grind. Jisung cries out when he feels the hard outline of Hyunjin cock against his own already leaking member, soaking through his underwear and borrowed slacks. Hyunjin pulls away from the kiss, leaving a trail of spit between them that Jisung is quick to lap up. Hyunjin sighs at him, his eyes full of warmth as he watches Jisung swallow "Oh my good boy, you're doing so well" Hyunjin coos as he begins to kiss down the side of Jisungs jaw.
This time, Jisung feels not one drop of fear as Hyunjin presses his lips against his pulse point, and instead tilts his head back to allow him more access. Hyunjin moans as he pushes Jisungs shirt further and further up his chest, licking almost feverishly over Jisungs pulse "You're so beautiful, Jisung, so precious-" Hyunjin sighs, and Jisung screws his eyes shut as he desperately grinds against Hyunjin who ruts back just as eagerly " Hyunjin please, you can-" Jisung whines as he feels Hyunjins teeth brush over his pulse point, and the taller boy's hands tighten on his hips at the words "You must be sure, Jisung, after the first time…..you will never stop coming back to me, it's addicting-"
Jisung shakes his head as he feels the last effects of Hyunjins previous bite fading already "I know, please fuck I understand, I want it-" Jisung babbles, and Hyunjin whines as he seems to succumb to his own needs, drawing back for a moment to map his target as he breathes out " Mine-"
Then without word nor warning, Hyunjin is yanked away. Jisung gasps at the loss, and would surely have slipped and fallen off of the desk if he hadn't collided with the chest of someone else. Jisung hears Hyunjin whine from somewhere in the room, but he can only squeeze his eyes shut as he tries to fight the pounding headache that immediately bloomed behind his eyes as Hyunjin was torn away. Jisung feels two hands settle on his cheeks, and Hyunjins whining voice in the background " Minho! Why did you do that-"
Jisung still can't open his eyes as he turns to press his nose into the inside of Minho's wrist, and whines as he feels the same warmth curl around him at the press of his skin. Minho sighs, his hands still as he holds Jisung up, but turns to speak to Hyunjin "You are a fool, this is not something we do in the basement-" Minho barks, and Hyunjin groans as he immediately bites back "The moment arose, I had to take it-" Hyunjin rushes out, but Minho doesn't allow him to finish "Taking a devotee is sacred, it is done at the altar or not at all, you know this Hyunjin….christ, look at him" Minho continues to berate, but his tone turns soft as he addresses Jisung. Jisung whines, not wanting to so much as think about just how wrecked he looks at this moment, still rutting his hips desperately against nothing. Hyunjins voice is closer now, and Jisung gasps as he feels a third hand settle on the back of his neck "Isn't he perfect?" Hyunjin breathes out, which only makes Jisung gasp against Minho's wrist.
Minho sighs, clearly not able to disagree with Hyunjin, and instead he runs both of his thumbs across Jisungs cheeks "It's rather rude to start without me" Minho huffs, and Hyunjin chuckles as he slides his hand into Jisungs hair "Look at him, as if I could help myself" Hyunjin coos yet again, and Jisung instinctively reaches both of his hands up to fist in the front of Minho's shirt. Minho sighs, but allows Jisung to grab at him as he leans forwards to speak into Jisungs ear in the same fashion Hyunjin had "I can hear every single thought in that pretty little head of yours, you know? I can hear every filthy thing you've thought of since the moment you stepped in the door" Minho mutters, and Jisung lets his mouth slip open as he pants against Minhos neck "While Hyunjin played with you, I couldn't feel it-" Minho bites out the words, almost a growl. Jisungs body immediately responds, and he desperately tries to pull Minho closer, but the vampire easily resists.
"You cannot lie to me, you cannot hide your desires, I know you better than you know yourself from merely an hour in the same room as you-" Minho doesn't stop, he talks and talks as Jisung becomes positively undone under his hands. Jisung nods as Minho presses his mouth against his jaw, and his breath hitches as he feels Hyunjins hands rake through his hair "Minho please-" Jisung breathes out "I know you want it, I have no need to ask you things which you make so pathetically obvious" Minho speaks into Jisungs clammy skin, and Jisung manages to open his eyes to meet Hyunjins from where he stands beside Minho as he prepares to feel the sting of teeth on his neck.
It never comes, and Minho draws away
"And I am oh so curious to see if you feel the same way when Hyunjins fucking spit isn't coursing through your veins, and his voice isn't in your head"
Jisungs eyes dart to catch Minhos as he struggles to keep him close, his hands clenching in his shirt as Minho pulls back to stare down at him. Minho sighs as he pulls Jisung off the desk and places him on his own trembling legs. Jisung stumbles, and Hyunjin is quick to step in behind him and hold Jisung up with gentle hands on his waist "There there, I've got you sweetheart" Hyunjin sighs as he stares daggers at Minho. Jisung slumps forwards against Minho's chest once more, pressed between the two of them.
"Go home Jisung, and if you really want what you think you want when Hyunjins venom wears off, you'll come back"
…..
Jisung doesn't remember walking into the front door of his apartment, he doesn't remember undressing himself or crawling into bed to succumb to his own exhaustion. He remembers Minho's voice and Hyunjins hands, then the next thing he recalls is waking up at three in the afternoon the day after. Jisung whines as he sits up, his head pounding and sweating bullets as he shoves his blankets away….. that had to be a dream, right? A sick fucking-
Then he looks down, and sees a small cut on his pointer finger, and it becomes much harder to convince himself of the cop-out.
And so Jisung stumbles through the next week, feeling achy and heavy with what he can only describe as longing as he struggles to find his way to classes yet alone pay attention. Through it all, he promised himself he will not not go back under any circumstances, and he intended to keep that vow….he goes home after his study group on Sunday evening, has some shitty takeaway with Chan, and gets in bed. Jisung puts his headphones on, and let's his eyes slip shut.
When he opens them again, he's standing at the door of a very familiar structure.
"Oh get fucked-" Jisung hisses as he looks down, finding himself in his black track pants and a decades old faded t-shirt, the same clothes he got in bed in with the addition of his converse left totally untied. Jisung gasps as a car honks in the street beside him, yet another indicator that he wasn't hallucinating and had indeed blacked out and walked halfway across town. Jisung whines as the building seems to curve over him and pin him in place, and he immediately notices the warm light pouring out from under the door….. someone's definitely in there. Jisung swallows as he looks back down the street in the direction of his apartment, and is fully aware just how simple it would be to turn and run right back where he came from.
And just hope the aching in his chest eventually subsides.
Jisung heaves as he once again reminds himself of the empty feeling that had lingered ever since Minho had kicked him to the curb, an ache that was now twice as bad being so close to them. Jisung deflates, and pouts as he drags himself up the stairs…. Hyunjin said they wouldn't hurt me, he said it was a….partnership.
Jisung winces at just how ridiculous he sounds, trying to convince himself that this was a good idea. He doesn't even fully realise he's actually going to go inside until his hand is on the door, and the wood creaks as he slips inside. Jisung gasps as the familiar smell of candle wax floods his senses, and he lets his eyes slip shut as he stands drooping in the entryway….. God, it's already easier to breathe, just being in here. Jisung lets his bag slide off of his shoulder and fall to the ground as he manages to peel his eyes open. Jisungs breath hitches as he immediately sees Minho at the end of the aisle, dressed similarly to the previous week but without the vest, and a knowing smirk on his face "My my, look what the cat dragged in" Minho drawls, looking at Jisung like a meal. It's as if something in Jisung snaps, and he rushes down the aisle before he can think of what waits for him behind Minho smirk.
Jisung reaches his hands up to fist in the soft material over Minho's chest, and presses his forehead into Minho's shoulder as he takes lungful after lungful of him in, already feeling the same warmth bloom under his skin " Minho-" he whines, and the slightly taller boy is quick to rest both of his hands on Jisungs waist "You came back, Hyunjin will be so relieved" Minho drawls as he presses his nose into Jisungs hair behind his ear, speaking against his hairline. Jisung lets out another broken whimper as he grabs at Minho's chest "I….I need you to make me feel like….like that again-" Jisung forces himself to speak, wincing at his own clear begging.
Minho coos at him, pressing his hands flat against Jisungs lower back to draw him closer "He didn't even bite you, and you already experienced withdrawals?" Minho asks, and Jisung trembles as he nods against him. Minho sighs as he draws back, lifting one of his hands to grip Jisung's chin and tilt his head up to look up at him "What ever will we do with you, hmm? Gosh" he teases, and Jisung whines as he lifts one of his hands to wrap around Minho's wrist "You told me….you said if I came back-" Jisung fumbles out, and Minho nods as he releases Jisung chin and slides his hand along his jaw instead "Don't worry, darling, I haven't forgotten….You have no need to waste your energy speaking, I know your thoughts before you do" Minho sighs, and Jisungs eyes slip shut as Minho finally tilts his head to the side, smiling enough that Jisung sees his pointed teeth only for a moment before he slots their lips together.
Minho kissed Jisung vastly differently than Hyunjin had; Hyunjin clearly enjoyed a push and pull, and would let Jisung take control for only a few moments before taking it back again, as if he was playing a game. Minho kissed him as if he had something to prove, his tongue was relentless and forceful as he clearly tried to taste every inch of Jisungs mouth. Jisung whines and squirms as he feels Minho's tongue behind his teeth, and yelps as the taller boy pulls Jisungs bottom lip between his teeth and bites . Jisung immediately tastes blood on his pallet, and doesn't miss the way Minho's hands at his waist grip hard enough to surely leave bruises as he too tastes the red liquid as they continue to slide their tongues together. Jisung gasps as he feels Minho groan into his mouth, and uses the opportunity to breathe out a handful of trembling words against the vampire's lips "Taste good?"
Minho responds by shoving his mouth back against Jisungs with a growl, and his hands push Jisungs shirt up to rake his nails up Jisungs narrow back. Jisung cries out as pain blooms under his skin, pains that's quickly dulled as the effects of Minho's saliva in his bloodstream begin to grip him, a glowing warmth that made him sure he would do anything asked of him by Minho in that moment. Minho turns his head then, suddenly separating them with a tangle of blood and spit. Jisung whines at the loss, and immediately leans up on his tiptoes to press his open mouth against Minho's jaw, sliding his hands up into his hair. Minho calls out beside him "Hyunjin come here! I won't be able to stop myself much longer" Minho barks, and Jisung shudders against him with anticipation as Minho turns his attention back to his trembling frame in his arms. Minho slides his hands out from under Jisung shirt to rest at the base of his neck, and he uses his thumbs against Jisungs jaw to force him to look straight at him once again.
"You're never ever going to be out of my reach again, do you understand that?" Minho hisses as he runs his thumb across Jisungs bloody lip, and the smaller boy nods as eagerly as he can as his eyes widen with pure longing "How the fuck did you end up here, Jisung? Look at you" Minho continues to berate him, and Jisung lets his head fall back as he hears a pair of boots approaching on stone "It's like you were created just for us, perfection" Minho breathes into Jisungs skin as he presses his mouth just above Jisung's bobbing Adam's apple. Jisung whines as he hears Hyunjin gasp "Oh darling" he exclaims, and Jisungs eyes slip shut as he feels the even taller boy slip in to stand behind him, curling his arms around Jisungs waist before sliding them up his chest from behind. Jisung whines as Hyunjin almost instinctively moves to press his lips below Jisungs ear on the opposite side to Minho.
Jisung feels his knees weaken as both of them lick and suck at his skin in a clearly practiced-perfect rhythm, and Minho's hands drop to press into his hips while Hyunjins dance along his sternum and collarbone from under his shirt. Jisung lifts one of his hands from Minho's hair to reach behind him and slide into Hyunjins, who chuckles against his skin at the contact "Hi there, pretty thing, did you miss us that badly?" Hyunjin coos into Jisungs ear from behind him, taking another step forwards so Jisung is fully pressed between them. Minho answers for Jisung, grazing his teeth along the side of Jisungs throat as he speaks "You have no idea, Hyunjin, he hasn't done anything other than think about us for the last week…. it's almost pathetic-" Minho growls, and Hyunjin gasps as he drags his tongue along the curve of Jisungs ear "Now now, be nice, we prefer them devoted-"
"We prefer them obsessed" Minho immediately corrects him, and Jisung whines as he leans forwards to press another open mouthed kiss against Minho's mouth. Minho immediately returns the kiss, snickering at Jisungs eagerness as Hyunjin continues to lick and suck at his pulse point "Oh darling, does it feel that good, huh?" Hyunjin sighs, and Jisung whines into Minho's mouth as he pulls away from the kiss "Answer him, Jisung, I'm not going to do all the talking for you" Minho orders, which Jisung immediately obeys as he turns to press his nose against Hyunjins jaw " Y-yes" he whines, and Hyunjin let's out an almost patronisingly sweet giggle before he slips one of his hands free of Jisungs shirt and lifts his chin with it, forcing Jisung to turn his head over his own shoulder and crane his neck to meet Hyunjins open mouth. Jisung's back arches into the kiss as Hyunjin laps at his still oozing bottom lip, and the motion only causes him to push his hips firmly into Minho's hands.
The position gives Minho full access to Jisungs neck, and he wastes no time before lifting his hands to grip the collar of Jisungs shirt and tears. Jisung gasps into Hyunjins mouth as Minho tears the neckline of Jisungs shirt apart, leaving it gaping and so wide it slips completely off of one shoulder. Minho sighs at his handiwork, and leans down to press his mouth against Jisungs now very exposed collarbone and make his way across his chest and up his neck in a slew of addictive and wet kisses. Hyunjin pulls his mouth away from Jisungs then, and Jisungs eyes flutter open as he catches his eyes. Hyunjin smiles softly at him, his lips tinted pink from Jisung blood in his mouth as he runs his finger along Jisungs jawline "Pretty pretty thing" Hyunjin coos, and Minho hums against the soft skin beneath Jisungs jaw "I want to taste him, Minho, please don't make me wait any longer" Hyunjin sighs, turning Jisungs chin with his fingers so he's facing forwards again " Jisung, look at me" Minho breathes out as he pulls away from Jisungs neck, taking his face in his hands once again "I'm going to ask you a question, and you're going to answer me truthfully, I will know if you're lying"
Jisung can only nod as he grips the front of Minho's shirt, his eyes wide and panting like a dog as pure ecstacy courses through his veins. Hyunjin hums as he leans down to nose along the now exposed line of Jisungs shoulder, Jisungs eyelashes flutter at the contact but he forces himself to keep his eyes on Minho as he runs his eyes over Jisungs blushing cheeks and wide eyes "Do you want this?" He pants out, showing a sliver of how much he clearly wants Jisung for the first time as his teeth poke out from under his lip. Jisung doesn't hesitate in nodding " Yes, god Minho you have no idea how much I do-" Jisung whines, and Hyunjin sighs against his skin as he works his way up to Jisungs pulse point once more "Oh but I do, I know it all, fuck" Minho growls, and moves.
Jisung doesn't realise Minho has moved until he feels four pin-pricks against the side of his neck, followed by a slight burning sensation as Minhos teeth pierce his skin. Jisung cries out as Minho slips his hands down to grip his shoulders, and he groans against Jisungs neck as Jisungs hands fist in his hair…. it hurts, oh god what am I doing…. Hyunjin is there then, his lips over Jisungs ear as he coos at him again " Calm, calm down baby-" Hyunjin breathes into him, and Jisungs body immediately responds to his command. As soon as Jisung relaxes, unclenches his teeth and unfurls his fists - he immediately feels the effects of Minho's bite. It starts as tingling in his fingers, then a deep warmth against his lower back that crawls up his chest and throat - it's euphoric, like a drug that pool's heat in his stomach. Jisung whines and arches up against Minho, which only causes his teeth to sink further into Jisungs neck.
Jisungs hands never stop moving in Minho's hair, and his whines and gasps bounce off every wall "Don't stop….please god don't stop-" Jisung begs, which makes Minho moan against his neck as he pulls back and laps his tongue over the four punctures he had left Jisung with. Jisung cries out at the loss, tears pooling in his eyes and slipping down his cheek as one of Minhos hands lift to take Jisungs chin and force him to look at him "Hyunjins turn" he growls, his teeth stained pink as Jisungs eyes blow wide. Hyunjin doesn't waste a moment as he turns his head and sinks his teeth into Jisungs neck on the other side. Jisung gasps again, and Minho smiles almost cruely as he presses his blood stained lips against Jisungs jaw "That's it, just stay still and let us taste you-" Minho drawls out, using the same teasing tone as he makes his way back to Jisungs mouth. Jisung arches forwards to try and connect their lips, and Minho easily leans back to avoid it.
"You wanna taste yourself that bad, huh? Filthy-" Minho hisses, and Jisung can only nod weakly as Hyunjin whines and moans against his neck. Minho sighs as he pushes Jisung backwards so his back is once again flush to Hyunjins chest "Stay still, Hyunjin is quite enjoying his meal" Minho growls before he slams his mouth against Jisungs in another animalistic kiss. The combination of Minho's tongue in his mouth and Hyunjins teeth in his neck is enough to make Jisung dizzy, and the feeling only grows as Minho takes the hem of Jisungs shirt in his hands and tears it clean in half, right down the middle. Jisung gasps as the material slips off his back and falls to the floor, and two pairs of hands begin to slide and drag over his stomach and back.
Jisung squirms under their touch, and Minho chuckles into Jisungs ear as Hyunjin finally pulls away with a shaking moan "Well then Hyunjin, verdict?" Minho sighs, and Hyunjin responds by leaning around Jisungs head to slam his mouth against Minho's. Jisung whines as they kiss directly next to his ear, bloody lips and whining as they taste Jisung and each other on their tongues. Minho pulls away with a soft chuckle. Jisung whines as feels Hyunjins hands paw at his now exposed waist "Come here, darling" he pants as he slowly pulls Jisung back against him fully, and Minho looks at him with knowing in his eyes as he steps back away from them. Jisung whines as he finds his front fully exposed and his hands slip out of Minhos hair. Minho wipes blood off of his chin with a smirk as he slowly drops down to one knee then down to both to kneel on the stone floor, never once letting Jisung retreat from his eye contact as he settles his hands below Hyunjins on the lowest part of Jisungs hips.
Jisung gasps as his head falls back against Hyunjins shoulder, and the taller of the vampire's sighs as he licks over his own markings on Jisungs neck. Minho is slow with his movements, and takes his sweet time leaning forwards to drag his lips across the smooth skin underneath Jisungs navel as he kneels before him, which makes him cry out and arch into his mouth, his entire body on fire with want under the shower of attention he was receiving. Hyunjin coos at his reaction, and slides his hands across Jisungs naked chest as Minho continues to map his stomach with his mouth "Stay still if you can, angel, let him taste you…..so sweet-" Hyunjin says softly, and Jisung nods as his heard hammers against his ribs.
As Minhos hands crawl up his sides, and his lips reach the bottom of Jisungs ribs, Jisungs knees finally give in. Hyunjin gasps as he goes easily with Jisung, lowering him down so Jisung is seated on the tiles between Hyunjins legs, who remains pressed behind him. Jisung gasps out a broken "I'm sorry, I couldn't- " Jisung heaves as Minho crawls up between his spread thighs to loom over both Jisung and Hyunjin "It's okay, pretty thing" Minho sighs, leaning down to press a searing kiss for only a moment before drawing back "I do think it's Hyunjins turn to look at you now, hmm? He's been patient enough" Minho breathes out, and Hyunjin perks up like a child before moving quicker than Jisung can really process. It's as if between one blink and the next Jisungs potion has been reversed, and he finds himself in Minhos lap, his back pressed to Minhos chest as Hyunjin pushes himself between his thighs, both hands resting on the base of Jisung neck as he leans over him in the same way Minho had only moments ago "Hi there, sweetheart" Hyunjin coos as he leans down to ghost his lips over Jisungs as he drags his fingers over the curve of Jisungs chest and over his nipple.
Jisung gasps as Hyunjin smiles against his mouth, and Minho's hands press down the front of his stomach to dip under the hem of his pants "Don't hide from me, Jisung, I can feel every single-" Minho's finger brushes against the leaking head of his cock as he speaks against his neck from behind - "- thing you feel, everything you want" he finishes as he finally sinks his teeth back into Jisungs neck. Jisung whines as heat once again blooms from the four punctures, and he arches up at the exact moment Hyunjin hooks his fingers into the top of Jisungs sweatpants and pulls. Jisung whines as Hyunjin reaches down to yank off Jisungs shoes to pull his pants and underwear over his now bare feet and toss them aside. Jisung gasps with embarrassment as he looks down and sees his fully hard member resting against his stomach, already leaking pre-cum.
"Look at me, baby" Hyunjin orders and Jisungs head immediately lifts to meet him in another open mouthed and wet kiss. Hyunjin moans at Jisungs eagerness, and Jisung only cries out as he feels Minho's hand fist at the base of his cock. Jisungs body moves before he allows it, and he desperately thrusts up into Minho's slicked hand as he whines and cries into Hyunjins open mouth. Hyunjin shuffles forwards on his knees then, forcing Jisung to tilt his head up as their chests are pressed flush together again. Hyunjins tongue pushes its way to the back of Jisungs throat, lapping at his teeth as Jisung pants into every micromovement. Minho pushed his own hips up against Jisungs backside as he sinks his teeth into a new spot on Jisungs shoulder, and he whines as he feels Minho's own hard length from under his tight trousers.
Hyunjin pulls away with a pop, and presses one of his hands against Jisungs shoulder to press him backwards into Minho. Minho sighs as he drops back so he's propped up on his elbows on the stone, with one hand still pumping Jisungs leaking cock as the other rests on his hip. Hyunjin sits back on his heels then, sitting away from Jisung who still has his thighs spread. Jisung desperately tries to reach for him, and Hyunjin sighs with a small smile as he lifts two of his fingers up to his mouth, his eyes never leaving Jisungs as he opens his mouth and drools directly onto them. Jisung gasps at the filthy image, left dizzy from Minho's slew of bites and the slow pumping of his hand on Jisungs throbbing member. Jisungs eyes blow wide as Hyunjin leans over him then, placing one hand on the floor beside Minho's waist to hold himself up as he uses his other to lift one of Jisungs thighs and press it against his own waist "Do you think you can hold it there for me, darling?" Hyunjin asks, and Jisung whines as he manages a weak nod "You don't want us to have to use those pretty cuffs on the table now, do you?" Minho growls into Jisungs ear from behind him, thumbing over Jisungs slit as he speaks.
Hyunjins fingers drop down between his thighs then, and Hyunjin meets his eyes again as he presses one against his hole " Relax" he breathes, and Jisung immediately deflates as Hyunjin pushes it all the way in. Jisung whines as pleasure immediately curls around him, a tight heat that is only worsened by a combination of both of their saliva running rampant in his bloodstream. Hyunjin coos with affection as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of Jisung, meticulous with every twist and press against his walls "So tight, darling, have you been saving yourself?" Hyunjin asks as he continues his slow rhythm. Jisung cries out in embarrassment at the question, and Minho answers for him as he bites at Jisungs earlobe "He has, oh how precious….waiting for the right one" Minho sighs, as if he's proud of Jisung for his virtue as he strokes his aching cock.
" Ours" Hyunjin mumbles as he slides the second finger in alongside the first, which makes Jisung thrust desperately into Minho's hands as he's stretched again, so soon after adjusting to the first "You're going to be so fucked, so full, you won't even know which way is up" Minho hisses against his pulse point, and Jisung nods as he reaches up to press his forehead into Hyunjins collarbone. Minho chuckles at the display, and without a shred of warning his hand slips off of Jisungs cock and down between his own hips and Jisung to slip one of his own fingers inside of Jisung from behind. Jisung cries out at the addition, and the slight difference in their rhythm only makes him tremble as he's stretched and stretched.
I can't take much more….I can't-
"Good boy, taking so much for us huh?" Hyunjin breathes out as he turns to press his lips against Jisungs jaw. Jisung moans as his hands slip down Hyunjins side, shakily unbuttoning his shirt and shoving it over his shoulders which only makes Hyunjin chuckle against his jawline "So brave, darling, go ahead…..don't be shy" Hyunjin fusses over him as Minho presses his forehead against Jisungs shoulder from behind. Jisung nods as he shakily grabs at Hyunjins belt, somehow managing to get it off and toss it aside as he fumbles with the button. Jisung sighs against Hyunjins collarbone as he finally frees it and pushes his zipper down before using both his hands to shove Hyunjin pants down his thighs. Hyunjin chuckles full of affection as he pulls away and stands up directly in front of Jisung, who looks up at him with wide eyes begging for permission.
Hyunjin nods as he steps back, then takes another step and another until he's up the stairs and leaning against the altar. Jisung blinks in confusion as Minho moves to pull his fingers free of Jisungs hole, and he whines as he feels just how stretched he was with nothing to fill the void. Jisung watches on with wide eyes as Hyunjin toes off his own shoes, kicking them aside as he moves to push his own pants and underwear down his long legs and push them aside on the floor - making a show of the display. Minho sighs as he looks at Hyunjin over Jisung shoulder, and once again turns to press his mouth against the shell of Jisungs ear " Go, he's waiting for you so very patiently" he orders, and Jisung doesn't hesitate to push himself forwards and crawls towards Hyunjin as he watches with hooded eyes.
Jisung settles on his knees between Hyunjin legs, sitting back on his heels with his eyes trained on the curve of Hyunjins cock as his hands slide into Jisungs hair "Do you want to taste, pretty thing?" Hyunjin asks, and Jisung nods as he leans forwards to nose at Hyunjins thigh - his own cock pressing into his navel as he arches forwards, Jisung hears metal sliding together behind him, and the clatter of Minho dropping his own belt to the floor as he surely enjoys the display. Jisung looks up at Hyunjin then, nodding slowly as he rests his hands on Hyunjins thighs, which makes the taller man smile fondly as he tightens his grip in Jisung hair and urges him forwards "Then off you go, take your time sweetheart" Hyunjin coos, and Jisung nods again as he slowly and carefully licks at the head of Hyunjins cock. Hyunjin hums at the contact, and arches into Jisungs mouth so that his head slips between his lips. Jisungs eyes slip shut as he slides his hands up to press against Hyunjins hips, and he hums as he swipes his tongue back and forth over Hyunjins slit.
"There you go, keep going darling, you're doing so well-" Hyunjin showers him with praise. Jisung bobs forwards to take more of Hyunjins shaft down his throat when he feels another hand in his hair as Minho stands behind him, watching eagerly as Jisung whines and moans as his throat is filled with Hyunjins leaking member "He fucking loves it, Hyunjin, being full in any way he can" Minho groans, and Hyunjin chuckles as he pulls Jisung head back so his cock slides out of his mouth with a wet pop. Jisung whines as drool and Hyunjins pre-cum drip down his chin, and he looks up with half lidded eyes as Hyunjin takes his chin between his thumb and pointer finger, forcing him to turn towards Minho "Go on, baby" Hyunjin sighs, and Jisung nods eagerly as he turns on his knees to face Minho, who's now fully naked and looking at Jisung like a meal.
Minho immediately pushes his hand through Jisungs hair, and Jisung leans forwards to press his mouth to the base of Minho's cock. The vampire lets out a low moan as Jisung licks all the way up his shaft before taking the leaking head of Minho's member into his mouth. Minho sighs as he immediately juts his hips forwards to push his length into Jisungs mouth. Jisung gags a little at the sudden intrusion, and Minho draws back as his hand loosens in Jisungs hair "Stop?" Minho asks, a strange softness in his voice which makes Jisungs own cock twitch against his stomach. Jisung shakes his head as he looks up at Minho "N-No, please no, just wasn't expecting it….I-I'm ready now, please Hyung- " Jisung mumbles, his voice hoarse from the endless amount of whining and moaning. Minho's jaw tenses at the honorific, and he once again tightens his hand in Jisungs hair as he leans forwards to press the head of his cock against Jisungs lips. Jisung immediately parts them to allow him to slip inside, and shivers when he feels one of Hyunjins hands begin to play with his hair from where he leans against the bench directly behind Jisung "Relax your throat baby, don't tense yeah? Minho's going to take such good care of you" Hyunjin soothes, and Jisung whines around Minho's cock as he begins to slowly thrust into Jisungs mouth.
Jisung winces as the drool that slides down his chin as Minho thrusts slowly….. I look so gross, god…. .Jisungs embarrassment would have caused him to pull back if it wasn't for Minho's hand not allowing Jisung to move away with his hand gripping his hair "Don't think such foolish things, Jisung, you look so pretty-" Minho forces out, which causes Jisung to look up at him with wide eyes as his cock fills Jisungs mouth and throat "Such a pretty little thing, so cute " Hyunjin coos from behind, which only makes tears prick in the corners of Jisungs eyes as he basks in their praise. Minho pulls his cock out of Jisungs mouth with a wet pop, resting the head of it on his cheek to leak pre-cum as Jisung pants open mouthed "Trying so so hard, all you want is to please us, huh? Pathetic" Minho sighs, which makes Jisung nod slowly as he turns to lick at Minho's cock, whining as he feels his own member twitch again.
"Oh, I'm mistaken…. there is one thing you really really want isn't there?" Minho drawls out, and Jisung lifts his chin to face him as he pants "Do you wanna be full, princess?" Minho asks, and Jisungs eyes blow wide as he lifts his shaking hands to slide up Minho's thighs "Y-Yes, I want you both….inside, please-" Jisung shamelessly begs, and Minho smirks with a cruel chuckle as leans downs and wordlessly hooks his arms under Jisungs armpits, hoisting him off of his knees with one fluid motion - making Jisung cry out in surprise. Jisung wraps his arms around Minho's shoulder instinctively as he feels Hyunjins hands settle on his waist from behind as he leans over to press his mouth against Jisungs shoulder. Minho sighs as his cock slides against Jisungs, and Jisung immediately thrusts into the contact " Hyung" Jisung whines, and Minho groans as he ducks down slightly to wrap his arms around Jisungs waist and once again hoists him off of his feet. Jisung wraps his legs around Minho's back as he hears Hyunjin move behind him, and turns his head over his shoulder to see Hyunjin had crawled up onto the satin-stopped altar table and was looking at Jisung with hooded eyes.
Jisung let's out a broken whine as Minho places him down on the edge of the table, and tosses his head towards Hyunjin "You know where to go, don't wait for my instruction" Minho hisses, and Jisung nods weekly as he slides backwards along the sturdy tables surface until he's within Hyunjin reach. As soon as he is Hyunjin curls his hands around his waist and pulls Jisung into his lap, lifting Jisungs chin to turn and slide their lips together in a brief but searing kiss. Jisung gasps at the warmth, and arches up out of Hyunjins lap when he feels Minho push his thighs apart, hooking his knees over Hyunjins to keep them embarrassingly spread. One of Hyunjins hands immediately fall to stroke Jisungs aching cock, and Jisung whines into the messy kiss as he feels one of Minho's hands join him in the slow pumping. Hyunjin pulls away from the kiss then, and settles his hand over Jisungs throat as he turns his head and once again sinks his teeth into the side of Jisungs neck. Jisungs eyes roll back and slip shut at the bite, and Hyunjin leans back, bringing Jisung with him, as Minho lifts his hips and wordlessly presses the head of his cock against Jisungs fluttering hole, desperate to be filled again.
Jisung gasps at the feeling, and his eyes widen to see Minho looking at him with his jaw slack and eyes hooded "This is going to hurt for a second, pretty thing" Minho breathes out as he leans down and presses an open mouthed kiss against Jisungs jaw. Jisung nods as he curls his arms around Minho's shoulders, reveling at the way Hyunjins hands slide over his stomach and hips to stop him from squirming "Just relax as much as you can, Hyunjin will help you okay?" Minho speaks into Jisung skin as he presses the tip of his cock inside Jisungs impossibly tight entrance. Jisung digs his fingernails into Minho's shoulders as he presses the three of them flush together. Hyunjin coos as Minho slips slowly inside Jisung, who tenses and winces at the burning sensation " Relax, relax for me sweetheart, Minhos going to make you feel so so good" Hyunjin speaks into his ear, never stopping his slow pumping on Jisungs cock.
Jisung sighs as Hyunjins words bend his emotions, and as he relaxes he allows Minho to bottom out, pressing his hips flush against Jisung as his entire cock throbs inside him. Jisung cries out against Minho's neck as the head of his member brushes something deep inside him that he didn't even know he had. Hyunjin coos again as Jisung desperately tries to move his hips against Minho, begging for friction " Hyung, god it feels…..S-So good-" Jisung babbles, and Minho snickers against Jisungs jaw as he slowly draws all the way out of Jisung before slowly sliding back in again in the slowest thrust imaginable. Jisung cries out at the pace, and one of his hands drag up the back of Minhos neck to fist in his hair as he gasps, turning to press his face against Hyunjins neck "I'm going to pull you apart slowly, and you're going to be grateful, understand?" Minho groans, and Jisung sobs as Minho once again brushes his prostate and makes him thrust up into Hyunjins hand.
"Y-Yes Hyung, oh god it's so tight I can't….I can't f-fuck" Jisung continues to babble as Hyunjin shushes him "You're doing so good for us, Princess, we're so proud of you" Hyunjin coos as Minho thrusts harder. Jisungs cock never stops twitching in as Minho slowly quickens his pace, fucking Jisung with one perfect thrust after another slamming against his prostate. Jisung heaves and cries with pleasure " Hyung, please please please-" Jisung babbles out over his slew of tears, and gasps when Minho digs his fingernails into Jisungs thighs hard enough to bruise. Minho sinks his teeth into Jisungs neck immediately after, and his venom immediately washes away the pain as Jisung spreads his thighs impossibly wider in Jisungs lap.
"H-Hyunjin" Jisung whines as Minho slams into him over and over, and Hyunjin coos as he tightens his hand over Jisungs throat "Yes, sweetheart?" Hyunjin sighs, and Jisung whines as Minho licks and sucks at his neck "D-Do I still look pretty?" Jisung asks, and Minho groans as he pushes impossibly deep inside Jisung and stays there "You….are the most beautiful thing I have seen in my very long life" Minho speaks into Jisungs skin, and Jisung whines as he curls his legs around Minho's lower back to keep him buried inside himself "I never….never want to stop" Jisung whines as Minho leans up to catch him in a wet kiss. Hyunjin sighs as he takes Jisungs earlobe into his mouth and sucks "We've got you baby, you're doing so so well"
The two move in perfect harmony, and Jisung gasps as Minho pulls out of him only to lift Jisungs hips and lower him almost immediately onto Hyunjin cock. Jisung cries out as Hyunjins slimmer but longer member pushes inside of him, and he quickly releases Minho to press his knees into the table on either side of Hyunjin "Time for you to do some of the work, I think" Minho sighs as he grips Jisungs hips and very quickly shows him what he needs to do to fuck himself on Hyunjins cock - ride him. Jisung cries as he immediately falls into the motion, and Hyunjins hand that isn't holding himself up behind him drags up the middle of Jisungs arched back to fist in his hair to pull his head back, making him arch "That's it, darling, fuck yourself on my cock hmm? Good boy-" Hyunjin coos as Jisung gasps with every lower and lift of his hips, his thighs aching as he bounces.
"All the way, Jisung" Minho growls as he notices Jisung isn't taking Hyunjins entire length with every bounce, and uses his hands still gripping Jisungs hips to force him all the way down. Jisung cries out as Hyunjins long member presses against his prostate, and arches back as Hyunjins hand fists in his hair from behind. Hyunjins resolve slips slowly by surely, and he begins to ram his hips up to meet Jisungs down motions as he gasps and moans as he buries himself in Jisungs wet heat. Jisung whines as he's filled, and Minho hums as he presses his own hips forwards so his cock pushes against Jisungs as it slaps against his stomach with every bounce. Jisungs mouth falls open as Minho wraps his hand around both of their cocks, thrusting up into his own hand and sliding their wet cocks together.
"H-Hyung, I'm close….I can't-" Jisung gasps out, and Minho hums as he pushes himself up to press his free hand at the base of Jisungs throat, sliding their noses together "You'll cum when I say you can" Minho breathes out as Jisung nods weekly against him. Hyunjin whines behind him "Soon darling, you're so close" Hyunjin coos, which only makes Jisung push down harder onto his cock. Minho never stops pumping their cocks, and Jisung whines as he feels pre-cum continue to leak from his head. Minho grips Jisungs chin as he slots their mouths together, open mouthed and filthy as Jisung comes positively undone. Hyunjins movements become erratic soon after, and he groans as he releases Jisungs hair, presses his hand against Jisungs shoulder and pushes.
Jisung cries out as Minho moves backwards on his knees, his hand and cock slipping away from Jisung as Hyunjin pushes him off his lap and presses his stomach down against the table with his ass still raised in the air, back arched and whining against the silk. Hyunjin lifts one knee, gripping Jisungs waist from behind as he pushes his hips forwards and buries himself back inside Jisung. Jisung cries at the new angle, and Hyunjin wastes no time soothing him as he takes complete control, thrusting into Jisung relentlessly "I'm almost there, darling, do you want me to fill you up, hmm?" Hyunjin breathes out, and Jisung whines as he presses his hands into the table, nodding as he hides his face in the silk tablecloth " Please, please I need-" Jisung gasps, but is cut off when he feels Minho fist his hand in his hair and force Jisung to lift his head off of the table.
Jisung groans at the motion, and Minho wastes no time pushing his hips under Jisung, one knee propped up beside him and the other stretched alongside Jisung, leaning back on his elbow as he looks down at Jisung "Forget about me did you, huh?" Minho hisses, and Jisung shakes his head as Minho smiles at him "Hungry?" Minho teases as he slides his hand back in Jisungs hair, allowing his head to flop forwards so Jisung can lick at the head of his cock, Jisung whines as he nods again " Y-Yes, can I….can you-" Jisung fumbles out, and Minho sighs again, almost a laugh, as he tilts Jisung head and presses the tip of his cock between his lips "Yes darling, seeing as you want it so so badly, I'll do you the honour of cuming in your fucking mouth"
Hyunjin sighs as Jisung tenses around his thrusting, and Minho doesn't waste a moment before once again fisting his hands in Jisungs hair and fucking his throat. Jisungs senses are flooded, he feels drunk and weak as he's filled completely by them, thrusting and cooing and showering him in affection as he gives himself completely to them. Jisung whines against Minho's head when he feels Hyunjin begin to tremble as he thrusts, and he whines as he pushes faster and faster "I'm gonna cum inside you now okay, Princess? You've done so well, you've earned it" Hyunjin coos, and Minho responds for him as Jisung continues to whine and cry as his throat is fucked raw "He wants it Hyunjin, fuck he wants it"
Hyunjin gasps as Minhos rough words, and he lurches forwards with a choked sound as he presses impossibly deep inside Jisung. Minho allows Jisung to pull back, leaving only the head of his cock between his lips as Jisung is filled with Hyunjins seed, hot and warm as it floods him. Jisung whines and cries as he pushes back against Hyunjins cock, not wanting a single drop to slip out of him - his reward. Jisung hiccups as he cries, and Hyunjin leans over him to shower his back with kisses as he fucks Jisung slowly through his orgasm "Oh god, that's it my sweet thing, all for you" Hyunjin coos as his teeth scrape along Jisungs back and shoulders. Minho grows tired of waiting, and lifts his hips to push his cock back inside Jisung mouth as he slowly begins to fuck his throat again "You're not done yet though, are you? So much more to take" Minho growls, and Jisung whines against his cock as he relaxes his jaw to allow Minho to press his cock right against the back of his throat.
"So fucking needy, huh? You're absolutely filthy, darling" Minho scolds him, and Jisung cries with embarrassment as he tries to nod "Swallow every fucking drop, show me just how grateful you are, hmm?" Minho continues to berate him, and Jisung lets his eyes slip shut as he lets Minho push his head down and pull it back up, using him as his personal fuck toy. Hyunjin makes no move to remove his leaking cock, making sure every drop of his cum stays buried inside Jisungs hole. Hyunjins hands become gentle, fussing over his back and sides as Minhos arms shake "Here you go then, who am I to deny you?" Minho groans then lifts his hips up to press into Jisungs mouth as he cums. Jisung gasps as liquid floods his mouth, but almost immediately adjusts and whines as he sucks his cock dry, whining as he sloppily licks and swallows every drop of the salty liquid just as he was instructed. Minho groans at the sight, his hand becoming gentle in Jisungs hair as he watches Jisung desperately swallow. Minho pulls his cock out of Jisungs mouth, and Jisung chases it, licking over his slit as the final drop of cum slips free.
Minho reaches his hand down to swipe a mix of cum and spit off of Jisungs lip with his thumb, looking down at Jisung with his head cocked "You missed some, messy" Minho sighs as Jisung lets his lips part, taking Minho's thumb into his mouth and curls his tongue around the appendage. Minho sighs at the sight, pulling his thumb free to lift Jisungs chin to look up at him "That's it, good little whore " he mumbles, and Jisung hiccups out a cry as Hyunjin curls his arms around Jisungs waist and pulls him up, letting his own cock slip out of Jisungs wet hole. Jisung cries out as he's left empty again, leaning back against Hyunjins chest as he feels cum leak out of his hole and slip between his cheeks. Hyunjin coos in his ear "Your turn, pretty thing" Hyunjin sighs into his skin as Minho rises up on his knees to join them, pressing Jisung between them both once more. Jisung cries out, one hand reaching behind him to fist in Hyunjins hair and the other curling around Minho's shoulders as he slumps forwards to press his face against his neck.
Hyunjin and Minho both wrap a hand around his cock then, pumping him quickly as they both pepper his neck in wet kisses, latching on with their teeth to drink from him as they race Jisung towards his orgasm "Do you want to cum, darling?" Minho sighs as he presses his blood-stained lips against the corner of Jisungs mouth, and Hyunjin hums against his neck as Jisung stammers out a response " Please" Jisung whines, and Minho nods against his mouth as he breathes into his mouth "Cum for us, pretty thing" Hyunjin sighs, and Jisungs body immediately responds to the words of permission.
He cums over both of their hands with a choked cry, his fingernails digging into Hyunjins scalp and Minhos back as he spills the white liquid all over their hands as they continue to slowly pump him through his orgasm. Minho shushes Jisung as he babbles and cries against his shoulder "That's it, that's it sweetheart" Hyunjin sighs, and Minho sighs as Jisung collapses completely against them. Minho is the first to draw his hand away from Jisungs cock, and forces Jisung to look up at him with a finger under his chin as he shamelessly pushes his cum-covered fingers into his own mouth. Jisung whines with embarrassment as Minho licks the white liquid off his own fingers "So sweet-" Minho sighs, and Jisungs mouth falls open with shock as he watches on in a dazed awe. Hyunjin sighs as he lifts his own hand to run his fingers across Jisungs lip, dragging his own cum across his lip as Jisungs eyes blow wide.
"Such a show off" Hyunjin scolds Minho as he turns Jisung head over his shoulder, pressing their lips together so he and Jisung both get a taste of the trembling boys cum. Jisung goes slack as he falls into the kiss, and Minho's lips press against his ear as his hands skim up and down Jisungs sides "We've got you, Jisung, breathe-" Minho sighs, and Jisung nods as he forces himself to take a deep breath, trying to ease his shaking. Minho's nose drags up the column of his throat, and he once again pressed his open mouth to the curve of Jisungs jaw as he speaks again.
"You did so good"