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So there’s this thing: Ateez fuck too much. Way too much, to be fair.
It’s not as bad as Jongho makes it look like, however, it’s just that to imagine a new article on Korea boo titled ‘8 gays, scandalous sounds heard at the hotel Ateez were supposedly staying at’ is honestly both hilarious and anxiety inducing. It’s the reason they’ve all become as silent as a tomb when in tour, although there are some stuff that may still go wrong no matter their forethought preparation.
“Alright.”
It’s not lack of condoms, this one time. When Jongho enters the room of the supposed culprits, instead, he’s holding an orange bottle in one hand, the other on his hip. Two pair of eyes look at him.
“Who the fuck has achieved in finishing a XXL bottle of Durex lube in just one week?”
The issue is definitely as critical as lack of condoms, however. Certainly there is space for proposals akin to using silicone food storage bags to cover up their absence – such ingenious idea had obviously been none other than Mingi’s. But the thing is that Jongho is too irate by the fact that such problem exists in the first place: of all the days, did lube have to finish right when he finally got the urge to fuck? This sounds very much like a plot against his whore-y needs.
“Why are you looking at me?”
Wooyoung, the vixen, puts a hand on his chest, looking thoroughly offended. It earns him a squint of Jongho’s eyes.
“He’s totally implying that you’re the whore-st in between us.”
San, the shit, decides to work completely against him. Such is not even a surprise, to be fair. Wooyoung audibly gasps.
“Have you looked at yourself in a mirror?”
He immediately retorts, and Jongho dramatically rolls his eyes.
“Oh please, I’m so much of a whore that I haven’t fucked in a week during tour.”
No one can really state the opposite to that.
“And when I get the urge to get dicked down, it seems like someone has sucked all the lube with his asshole already.”
The snort that resonates in the air is totally San’s, who then proceeds to cover up his mouth with his hands. If it hadn’t been him who was wronged, Jongho would’ve had the same reaction. However, he is the one who got fucked – spiritually, he so wishes it’ll happen, but then again no lube means no dick – and he’s arguably punched people for much less. Jongho would like to remind them that the last time they’ve achieved in making him this annoyed, he’s closed himself in the only bathroom available in the B&B they were lodging at for two whole hours, and San had had to empty his bladder out in a vacant soju bottle. Totally as a vengeance, yes.
“What about it? It’s not like we’re the only ones who fuck in this household.”
San immediately nods, but Jongho thinks he’ll do that all the way to the altar, to be fair.
“Your accusations are baseless.”
He even throws out, although the maknae keeps his glacial stare on both of them. Silence quickly has them scrambling, however, as it was completely predictable.
“You should ask your beloved Yunho.”
Wooyoung teases.
“He’s bought a monstrous dildo back at the dorm, I’m sure he wanted to make use of it during tour.”
Jongho squints his eyes, analyzing the piece of information for a bit. The tan vixen seems fairly relaxed, completely the opposite of San, who is instead pulling at the collar of his shirt while huffing. Someone is totally guilty here. But.
“We’ll keep in touch.”
But Jongho wants to confirm the existence of this monstrous dildo, so he leaves the room with a final glare their way. To say that he almost rushes to the one Yunho uses would be an understatement.
Said man peeks at him from his bed, laying on his stomach with his legs crossed. His ass is an appetizing view – he doesn’t seem to fathom the existence of pants, but Jongho’s got different plans. His hands find his suitcase fast enough, the orange bottle of lube being thrown on the bed for Yunho’s consideration – although he simply looks at it, hands still on the keyboard of the gaming laptop he’s rented.
“I fear my briefs are too big for you.”
He teases, head turning even more to see just what he’s doing while messing up the already precarious order in the suitcase. But before he can complain, Jongho slips the incriminated dildo out with a victorious ‘ah-ha!’ It has Yunho even more confused at first, then, his eyes fall on the orange bottle at his hip, and his lips quirk in a smirk as the maknae makes his way to his bed. Yunho takes his headset off with amusement all over his face, totally uncaring of the word dead flashing on his screen.
“Aw, you want to try it out, baby?”
He says, pointing his chin towards the purple tentacle, half turning on the bed while laying the left side of his face on his hand.
Jongho could eat his stupid face from fury. He settles for throwing said dildo to Yunho – who is fast to pick it up – instead and bite down on his ass to vent his pent up frustration. Chihuahua style. The taller idiot squeaks at it at first, then flipping him on the neck with a laugh. The fake moan that follows makes the other even more irked up.
“Careful, I might like it.”
He warns, and Jongho doesn’t really know who’s worse in between him and Wooyoung.
“You finished all the lube, how the fuck am I supposed to try your stupid tentacle?”
Jongho smashes his face on the same ass he’s bitten, making a sound of frustration. In the back of his mind, someone argues that the soft expanse of the other’s back could easily be used as a pillow.
“I did what now?”
Yunho’s expression doesn’t falter even when the other sends him a glacial stare. The fact that they’re having a conversation with the maknae resting his face on his ass seemingly isn’t as important as the fact that he’s accusing him of finishing all the lube.
“Wooyoung said it was you.”
Jongho argues, although the other scoffs at the retelling.
“I get that my ass is fat, but who the fuck needs this much lube?”
The maknae squints his eyes. Yunho stays determined.
“I can’t trust anyone in this house.”
Jongho mutters, and Yunho promptly reaches for his hips, dragging his ass to his face. The youngest doesn’t have much time to knee him in the face – he so wished to, however, before he lowers the hem of his sweats and briefs, and a twinning bite is laid on his ass cheek.
“Yunho you asshole!”
Jongho screams, slapping him away. His eyes look at the reddened expanse of his own skin with a hiss.
“Payback.”
The tallest argues, although the maknae is full on ready to fight him.
“I bit through your briefs!”
He counters, hands trying to reach for him although Yunho is already going in a chuckle party. This bitch.
No culprit is found.
Or at least, Jongho is under the impression that every single one of the seven members is in some part guilty, and he decides that they all deserve his frown. This is especially irritating when one thinks that they can’t simply go incognito to buy a stupid bottle of lube. The headline of ‘Ateez seen buying from Durex’ simply won’t do any of them any good. Certainly, Durex could reach out and ask them for a sponsorship in response to it, and they would be the first idols in history to. Yet. That’s a no go at the present.
Jongho settles for acting annoyed – he really is, but he could as well hide it – reserving his smile to his fans only. And on the evenings, he simply closes himself in his own hotel room, not even caring about searching for company. The rage playlist a certain aksnsldo has made on Spotify is his soundtrack for a couple of days, until Yunho eventually scuttles in his room, frown and all, and decides to yeet himself on him. Not that much of a wise move when one is far taller than a 180cm.
“Poor bear, he can’t get a dick.”
He even teases, and Jongho takes an inhale so angered that it would make anyone – but Yunho, apparently – flee.
“I’m not in the mood.”
Is his predictable answer. As if the heaviness of Yunho’s body over his wasn’t annoying already, the bastard had to twist the knife inside the wound too.
“Could you move?”
He hence questions, thoroughly irked up, but the ravenette decides to tease him even more. Lifting his head up from his chest with a catty smile, he quickly removes his earphones, throwing them far away on the bed. Jongho observes the move with wide eyes.
“You’ve got a death wish?”
He almost growls out, although Yunho simply chuckles at it:
“I wanted to give you consolatory head, but you’ve been ignoring me these days and it makes me angry.”
Jongho freezes. Then he squints his eyes at it.
“You deserve it.”
Is his argument, but the other merely huffs.
“How many times do I have to tell you? It wasn’t me.”
“Sure, and I’m the pope.”
Yunho visibly frowns.
“So you don’t want to get head.”
His comment has Jongho trying to get him off, now thoroughly annoyed.
“Come back when you have a XXL bottle of lube and the will to fuck me.”
He tries, but Yunho sticks to him like the most annoying of pebbles inside his shoe. The tall ravenette has the audacity to slam his face on his neck too, purposefully weighting down even more on him. They should really give him a trophy for his skills at irking people up.
“The will is always there.”
He argues after a brief pause, and although the other’s dick is interested in the phrase, he only rolls his eyes at it.
“As the one to finish up a XXL bottle of lube, apparently.”
Yunho doesn’t really answer his taunt. Only a fool would, however, so it is fairly predictable. It’s the way he is quite relaxed despite everything that is thoroughly irking, one could argue. However, Jongho still thinks that getting him off would be close to impossible, so he eventually settles. Not without a heavy huff, because he needs to let it known that such accommodation is not out of his own choice, even when he aids Yunho as he shifts a hand under his back to hug him closely.
“You should go to Wooyoung when you feel this clingy.”
He however let his sarcasm seep through, though he knows the other has purposefully come to him.
“He’d be thrilled, that’s for sure.”
And Yunho eventually sighs in exasperation.
“You’re so petty.”
He comments, and Jongho kicks him a little.
“You deserve it all.”
Nothing achieves in moving him, however, so he simply takes to scrolling down social media while accepting the added weight on himself. On a whim, he then types a rant over his lovers finishing all their lube on the search bar, wanting to be proven right in his rage from at least one person in the world. From his own personal experience, it only feels stupid to search solidarity in other people’s complains on Reddit until it actually works to soothe one’s grouch. Jongho knows such helps him, so he takes to reading posts containing almost the same amount of anger as his for the next thirty minutes.
Then, the genius comment. He almost bolts to a sitting position when his eyes fall on it.
“What?”
Yunho was almost asleep, it seems, because he stares at him with eyes that threaten to get closed again, and with a healthy blush on his cheeks.
“Do we have oil?”
The brunette simply blurts out, eyes skimming through the curated list of things instead of the boy hanging from him.
“Oil?”
The other is confused, of course.
“What do you need that for?”
To get a dick, Jongho’s mind promptly answers. He instead throws Yunho a look, licking his lips.
“Do we have it or not?”
A blink of his eyes. The maknae frowns.
“Maybe?”
Yunho’s voice is groggy: he must be extremely exhausted to fall asleep that easily, and the knowledge pulls at the other’s heart a bit. Guilt starts to creep in, although he shuns it quite easily.
“There should be body oil in the bathroom.”
The ravenette nuzzles his chest, eyes slipping closed again.
“What about olive oil?”
Jongho however presses on, and his brown eyes are on him again. They study him for a long moment.
“The last time you tried cooking”
Yunho starts.
“You gave us all food poisoning.”
The maknae merely wets his lips, which has the other even more suspicious.
“Is that the goal? Just for a bottle of lube?”
“I’m very serious about getting dick.”
Jongho’s fast to act resented.
“But no. I need that to make up for the lack you all created.”
Yunho squints his eyes at him. Then, it seemingly clicks:
“Ah.”
The devilish smile he sends him after he understands has his face burning a bit, although he maintains his chutzpah quite easily. The brazen idiot looks more than awake now.
“Ah my ass.”
Jongho kicks him a bit.
“I’d rather fuck myself on that stupid dildo of yours.”
Of course Yunho has to act all cute and convincing now.
“Baby bear.”
He begins, and the brunette has to give it all of himself not to bite at the hands that reach for him.
“Answer’s no.”
It’s not like any amount of refusals will ever dim the other’s insistence now that he knows that he can fuck him, though. For a fact, he doesn’t seem in any way taken back by it.
“But why though.”
Yunho predictably pouts. His hands seductively caress up and down his nape, making him squirm a bit. The ravenette clearly knows what he’s doing, since it’s renowned that the maknae’s weak spot is his neck. Jongho already feels like melting in the attention.
“You even said to come back once I had the will to fuck you.”
The maknae can’t deny that the proposal’s appetizing.
“Come on”
Yunho tempts him again.
“I’ll fuck you good, I promise.”
“You’re impossible.”
Jongho rolls his eyes, but the ravenette knows that he’s won. He beams, stealing a kiss over his lips and for which he gets almost kicked off the bed, way that he eventually takes by himself, however:
“I’ll fetch the oil.”
The brunette merely sighs in exhaustion in response, although the other’s already out and about, which makes him doubt he’s heard it. To think that oil has gotten him so excited, it really is ridiculous. The maknae shouldn’t let him touch with even one finger, and yet, here he is, slipping a hand inside his pants and fisting himself a bit.
Since he’s in for a dance, he may at least enjoy it after all the pent up sexual frustration.
“That really got all your energy back.”
He can’t however help but sarcastically comment when Yunho slips inside the room again, staring at the orange bottle with suspicion.
“You sure this will work?”
The senior sweeps his eyes on him, silently observing the hand in his pants before getting them on his face.
“I have my sources.”
Jongho would die before telling him this is all thanks to a comment on Reddit. Yunho, however, seems pretty unconvinced. Cautiously, he gets tad bit of said oil on his hand, feeling it on his fingers whilst getting on the bed again.
“Doesn’t seem lube like.”
The maknae dramatically rolls his eyes.
“It should make things slip easily. Look.”
Yunho doesn’t expect the hand that reaches forward to snatch the bottle, so he startles a little. Jongho settles back under his curious stare, pulling the hem of his sweatpants enough for his half boner to pop out of it. Which he then bathes in a generous amount of oil. As his hand takes back to fisting, the action produces a squelching sound that makes his face burn a little, but the slide skin to skin is so smooth than he himself is baffled for a second.
“Yeah but what about holes?”
Yunho obviously raises the question. His stare being fixed on his length has his heart leaping, waking up his lust.
“Only one way to know.”
Jongho reasons, and the other can’t really say otherwise. He instead leans forward without any rush, pulling at the hem of said sweatpants until the other’s thick thighs are out and about. Yunho throws a cautious look his way before completely removing both the pants and briefs, leaving him in his socks only. His hands trail up from his ankles to his knees, then slowly spreading the maknae’s legs, which has the latter making a bit of a sound.
“Alright.”
Yunho smiles handsomely as he caresses up and down his inner thighs.
“Let’s test it out.”
Jongho bites at his bottom lip before wetting it with his tongue, passing him the bottle of oil. A burnt has already settled in his stomach, making him quiver a bit in anticipation. His eyes actively follow the ravenette’s moves, from the generous quantity of oil he squeezes on his hand to the moment he lays said palm over the pucker of skin, making him startle a bit.
Yunho pushes his left leg towards his chest, almost bending him in half to have more space to move.
“Hungry, aren’t we.”
He then tauntingly comments, smirking a bit to himself. His fingers spread the oil, prodding but not yet breaching. Jongho releases a deeper exhale.
“I wonder if dick will finally have you shutting it.”
Blushing hard at the provocation, the maknae is fast to counter:
“I can still back down and use your tentacle dildo.”
Which has the brown eyes settle on him.
“Always.”
He says, but Jongho isn’t in the least intentioned to swap a thick dick with a tentacle – perhaps another time. He appreciates the reassurance, however. And he appreciates the pinky that slips in even more – God bless his long fingers, really.
Yunho tentatively prods the walls, pensively humming.
“Relax.”
He whispers, and the maknae makes grabby hands towards him, already feeling like a vibrating violin chord. Thankfully the kiss the senior lays on his lips is incredibly soothing, although it’s a mere soft press of them together before he gets to his neck, successfully having him relaxed.
Jongho reels in the way he pulls at the skin with his teeth, but not as much as to leave a mark. He can’t, although he’s sure he wants to, and he too feels the same. His arms hug him close, pushing him downwards to his chest, and Yunho leaves the fingering to the side to pull his shirt upwards, lavishing his chest with attention.
The maknae whines at the kisses, feeling himself growing hot by the contact of their bodies. Then when he gets to flicking one nipple with his tongue, his body stills in heavenly tension.
“Can you actually come by nipple play?”
Yunho questions, leaving some reddening marks on the skin of his chest. He could go as far as leaving purple blossoms on there as to be fair, he never reveals much of it in public.
“Aye.”
His brown hungry eyes settle on him at the answer.
“Interesting.”
He whispers, and Jongho feels himself burning from head to toe. He can say that he’s a bit disappointed when Yunho simply stamps another kiss on his chest before making his way downwards, settling in between his legs to take back to fingering him open.
“And you’re not going to use the information to your advantage?”
He hence teases, although it merely makes the other snort.
“I thought you were in a rush for dick?”
Yunho slowly prods inside again, almost too delicate for the maknae’s tastes.
“I mean, yeah.”
He can’t really deny it, but having the other so deliciously close to his chest has made a need settle in his stomach. Though perhaps he can do that whilst he fucks him. Jongho’s length heaves at the thought.
“Then let’s do that first.”
The ravenette stamps a kiss on his inner thigh, thrusting his pinkie in and out in a steady rhythm.
“But you need to relax. You’re too tight.”
The grunt of complaint that follows only has him chuckling a bit.
Jongho is again thankful that the other’s fingers are long enough that his little finger comes close to brush at his prostrate, pleasing him enough not to reach for his own dick and instead undergo the almost annoying process of being fingered open. The maknae’s always been very little patient when it came to it, but Yunho’s good at distracting: his lips trace the sensitive skin of his inner thighs to press the most delicate kisses on the skin. His free hand shifts behind his back to squeeze his butt.
Jongho’s got his eyes shut when a second digit finally slides home, having his lips part.
“Feeling good?”
The ravenette questions, eyes studying him.
“Yeah…yeah.”
He sounds breathless as he answers.
“It works, right?”
Yunho hums, pulling his fingers out entirely to squeeze another generous amount of oil on them.
“It feels strange but it does.”
He agrees as he thrusts said digits back in.
“Are you going on a hunt for everyone’s dick now that you have something to use as lube?”
Jongho whines, feeling his prostate getting massaged as the ravenette gets to mouthing the side of his dick. He can’t imagine that it tastes good, but Yunho even licks it from bottom to top without a wince.
“Look here, you’re leaking.”
He comments, whereas the maknae answers the prior question:
“You must admit that the perspective is very inviting.”
He says, feeling the wetness pooling at his stomach clearly now that the other has had him notice.
“Indeed.”
Yunho throws him a smile, thrusting his fingers all the way in and then out, attempting the slide with a third one. It burns, and Jongho hisses because of it, hushing when Yunho whispers:
“Be good. You should be stretched enough for it.”
It has the maknae putting on a frown.
“Maybe add more oil?”
He suggests, and the ravenette follows the order, squeezing even more on his fingers. As they find their way home again, he melts on the mattress, feeling a satisfactory fullness. He can’t even bring himself to care that Yunho is going dreadfully slow, merely preparing him for his dick. On the contrary, coming while being fucked seems delicious.
“The staff is going to wonder what the hell we did with this much body oil.”
The senior jokes.
“We already consumed half of it and I’m not even inside yet.”
“I mean”
Jongho halts to breathe deeply now that Yunho is mischievously brushing his prostate, but not as much as to give him shaky legs and an orgasm.
“I don’t think they care this much.”
He mutters once the other slips his fingers out. Yunho leans in to kiss him gently, and the maknae takes that as a sign that he will finally get his dicking. His mouth can’t help but salivate as his hyung removes his clothes, letting his eyes brush over his gentle muscles and overall soft curves. Jongho understands why all of them enjoy playfully biting Yunho: he looks extremely delectable. And as of his dick, it is as amazing as his ass is.
“Already?”
The brunette feels out of breath as he props himself up on his elbows. The sight of foretold length has him both keening and worried.
“I haven’t had anal in a while.”
“You’re good to go, Jongho.”
Yunho smiles at him, and it is the most reassuring.
“My fingers are long enough to prepare you well.”
The maknae observes him in silence as he lubes himself up, his hard on not even surprising although he hasn’t attended to it much. He then slowly gets closer when Yunho seems ready to go, hands settling on his nape as he hovers on his lap.
“Ready?”
The ravenette questions, letting him take control without any complaint. As the maknae lines up with the hard on he’s now holding in his left hand, he instead presses two gentle kisses on both his temples. Jongho swallows thickly before sinking down, welcoming the stretch with a startled moan. Yunho kisses him again and again to distract him.
“Go on.”
He whispers, and the maknae sinks lower.
“Fuck. Did you get bigger or something?”
He soon complains, and Yunho chuckles.
“Nha.”
The gentle caress that he gives on his hip – his other hand on the mattress – has him ticklish, but it eases him a bit.
“You really need to relax, baby.”
He playfully scolds.
“Are you so overexcited about being fucked that you can’t calm down?”
Jongho curses under his breath, but he still achieves in sitting down in a moment. The stretch is so pleasant that he feels like staying still, even.
“I should’ve gone with the dildo.”
He still taunts, and Yunho ruts a bit inside him in response. The little sound he tears from him have his lips curling in a smirk. He reaches for his sweatshirt next, pulling it from his body. Eyes fixed on his chest, the senior still questions:
“How do you want this?”
While settling both hands on the mattress, leaning back a bit in a completely relaxed stance.
“Do you want to move by yourself at first?”
Jongho nods through the developing fog in his brain. When Yunho notices that he’s in a bit of a daze, his hands are quick to settle in his cheeks, successfully dragging him back to reality.
“Come on.”
He whispers, sweet, and the maknae sways a bit on the length un response. Then, when Jongho feels less out of it, he is quick to fuck himself just how he likes, holding onto the other’s shoulders for support.
Yunho hugs him close in response, kissing his neck and clavicles and sometimes releasing small moans that have the other understand that he’s feeling good too. They both try to shut the noise for the most part, however, the scare of paparazzi eavesdropping still present.
“God you really wanted a dick, didn’t you?”
The ravenette sounds a bit out of breath the next time he speaks. His head lolls to the side, exposing his neck as he squeezes his eyes shut.
“You’re riding me like your life depends on it.”
“Of course.”
Jongho’s frantic pace has even his own chest heaving.
“Serves you well for finishing that lube.”
“Oh, I’m not complaining.”
Yunho smiles back at him. His hips rut a bit upwards as he settles his hands at his sides, caressing up and down the skin. Then as the maknae sways on his dick again, he takes back his job on his chest, sucking some red marks on the skin. His tongue licks a long stripe in between his pectorals.
“Ew.”
Jongho frowns, still trying to brush his own prostate repeatedly and get to that sweet release he so deeply craves for.
“Need a hand?”
Yunho the tease is back in a moment.
“Want me to touch you?”
The way he bites a bit more harshly has the maknae tense up, looking down at the blossoming red with worry. He playfully smacks him on the nape:
“No marks!”
He reproaches, but his hyung merely chuckles.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help myself.”
Yunho starts meeting his movements then, thrusting up to have the maknae’s breath cut short. Hands halting his hips, he then angles himself better, hitting right on his sweet spot the next moment.
“Oh my God.”
Jongho breathes heavily, connecting their lips in a deep kiss.
“Just like this. Oh God.”
The ravenette starts thrusting more harshly at that, lowering him down on the mattress. The maknae doesn’t even mind being bent in half to make more space for him to give him what he needs.
He does mind the knock at the door however, making his blood run cold in his veins. Even Yunho halts, still staying buried inside him.
“What are you two doing inside there? Filming a porno? Be silent.”
Mingi’s voice makes him take a breathe of relief. His face peeks from the door the next moment, lips settled in a frown.
“Minmin.”
The senior looks like a happy dog whilst he stares at him. If he had a tail, it would surely be wagging.
“I thought we had finished all the lube.”
Mingi comments. He stares at them like they are some sort of enigma, and Jongho is fast to throw:
“If you’re gonna stay there, may as well do it inside the room, hyung.”
And obviously Yunho loves the plan too.
“Yeah Mingi, come here. Let’s have some fun. Or keep us quiet, whatever keeps your boat afloat.”
The other senior throws them a suspicious stare at first, eyes squinting a bit. Then, he makes his way inside the room, closing the door behind him. His eyes are quick to fall on the discarded orange bottle of body oil.
“Unbelievable.”
He says, and Yunho ruts a bit inside Jongho with the intention of taking back on what they were doing.
“Yeah, it works quite well actually.”
He answers the question in the other’s brain with ease.
“Want to try?”
Jongho bites back the whine that escapes his lips when he receives another small hit of those hips, pushing the length deep inside him. When Yunho beckons Mingi close, holding his chin and kissing him deeply, he feels himself grow hot with desire.
“I’m still here.”
He jokes, and the ravenette leans in to kiss him too. As Mingi looks a bit lost, he then makes grabby hands his way, welcoming him on the upper part of the bed.
Jongho shift to busy himself with the senior’s belt, eyes closing when Yunho decides to thrust inside a couple of times, probably to tease him. It makes Mingi help in the deed of undressing.
“How the hell did you even get the idea?”
He questions, hissing when the maknae takes his length in his fist to playfully lick it.
“Ask him.”
Yunho doesn’t flinch when Jongho turns sideways to be able to get Mingi to erection. He does look at the scene for a bit, however, almost hypnotized when he welcomes the girth inside his mouth. The senior settles a hand on his nape as he does, slipping his eyes closed. And since he doesn’t look that much interested in the answer at the moment, the ravenette simply gets back to fucking the youngest.
Jongho’s eyebrows knit at the move.
“Careful not to strain your throat.”
Mingi however reminds, settling the hand he had on is nape on his chin now, and slipping some inches out of his mouth. Not that the maknae seems to mind when Yunho is thrusting into him like he wants him to break apart. The entire movement has the other’s dick swaying inside the mouth without him actually doing anything. None of them is actually surprised when the ravenette seems close to his release already, eyes closed and eyebrows knitted.
His hands are almost painfully grasping at Jongho’s hips, the skin under the fingers getting redder the more the time passes. Mingi’s seen that grip on a any member, and he knows it almost often leaves a bruise. It’s really a luck that none one the maknae’s outfits for the tour are revealing. When a deeper moan slips past his lips and he stills, Mingi knows that Yunho’s there. The still of his hips and the grunt all over his length are only a further sign that he's probably filling the other to the brim. He hence lets his cock slip out of the maknae’s lips, letting him breathe calmly and freely.
Jongho moans a bit when Yunho slips out to collapse to his side. Silence falls for a moment too, until the brunette settles one hand on Mingi’s hip:
“Your turn.”
He says, and the senior swallows.
“You sure this works?”
Mingi throws out the questions as he settles in between his legs, eyes following the trail of cum slipping from the other’s hole.
“Yep.”
Jongho isn’t in the least uncertain about his answer. He feels satiated although he’s still not come, looking past his shoulder to the other’s pout.
“There’s my cum there too.”
Yunho playfully adds at his side.
“You’ve got plenty of lube, really.”
Mingi wets his lips, still stalling however. But before the maknae can frown and act even more convincing, the ravenette actually gets closer, grabbing the bottle of oil. Both the other two look at him as he squeezes some on his hand, rubbing it on both. When Yunho reaches for Mingi, grabbing his dick, the other senior startles a bit.
“As if I’ve never touched your dick, Min.”
Yunho’s sarcasm is accompanied by a roll of his eyes and a smirk. It has the other senior furiously blushing, and Jongho snorting. Though no matter the embarrassment and all, Mingi simply lets Yunho guide him to thrust into the youngest, accepting the deep kiss he lays on his lips.
“Woah.”
The blue haired boy blinks slowly. His eyes observe as cum drips out when he thrusts inside inch by inch.
“It feels slippery.”
He adds, and Jongho only hums in response. The stretch has him leaking, a pool of precome sticking to his stomach and hip.
“Right?”
Yunho throws him a smile.
“Do your best.”
He then adds, playfully smacking his ass. Mingi looks like someone who would gladly reciprocate the slap, but instead of actually chasing after that idea, he lays over Jongho to stamp some kisses on his cheek. Weren’t the maknae undoubtedly human, the senior would bet that he was purring. Their lips meet in a soft and gentle kiss in a moment, and then Mingi starts moving, moaning the other’s name a couple of times.
“Aren’t we eager.”
Yunho teases from his spot, throwing a kiss the other’s way when he stares at him with a frown.
“Kiss me for real, you coward.”
Mingi taunts back, and Jongho would love to tell them to stop being idiots, if not for the fact that he’s too taken by the delicious friction on his sweet spot to care. And overall, he isn’t even mad that his two boyfriends start making out right next to his face. His arousal only grows when Yunho takes a hold of the other’s neck to deepen the kiss, letting a sound slip past his lips, although it goes mostly unnoticed.
Mingi’s whole body stutters when the grip tightens slightly.
“Oh God.”
He whispers-scream, and by the way he is now furiously rutting inside him, Jongho think that one, he must have a thing for choking – he doesn’t blame him, especially when it's Yunho who does it – and two that he is already close. If the couple of tiny fuck he releases testify to anything, it is certainly that. So then the maknae starts meeting his thrusts with eagerness, and Mingi is even more wrecked. His knit eyebrows are a delight to see when accompanied by the furious blush of his cheeks. Jongho thinks he may want Yunho to choke him too if the result is shaky hips and glossy eyes with tears. Next time. Maybe then they’ll have legit lube to use.
The ravenette kisses the other senior deeply again, and Mingi comes undone as their tongues dance together. The warmth filling him has the brunette eventually spilling too, mewling a bit when Yunho releases Mingi to kiss him too.
“Satisfied?”
He asks, and Jongho nods weakly in the tiredness. His ass hurts, and Mingi is still weighting on him while getting back from his peak.
“I can’t believe this stupid idea actually worked.”
Said senior croaks.
“Body oil for fucking? Terrible. Does it do its job tho? Undoubtedly.”
“You only say that because you haven’t seen the entire list.”
Jongho teases, and two pair of confused eyes look at him.
“Eggs white was candidate number two.”
He confesses, then:
“Perhaps we should try that next time.”
The “Hell no!” that the other two shoot at him is more than predictable, but it makes him burst laughing anyways.