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"Your lips are so pretty," Heeseung grins, his thumb running over Jay's bottom lip seductively. It's playful in nature, yet the younger's eyes widen at the gesture, heart going haywire in his chest and brain short circuiting. There was no heterosexual explanation for this, at least in Jay's head that had just been turned upside down. "So fucking pretty."
Do not let your thoughts wander off. Do not, do not, do not.
"What do you mean my lips are pretty?" Jay grunts back at Heeseung, trying to sound nonchalant or annoyed but seemingly failing at both because Heeseung smiles at him and brings his thumb to rub over Jay's lips again, harder this time, parting them slightly. Yeah, he would never tell Jay, but he's thinking about how fun it would be to part his lips with the tip of his cock instead, watch how Jay's cheeks redden when he realizes he's about to get his mouth fucked. Heeseung is obsessed with Jay's small little mouth, but it's a secret.
"They just are," he smiles, all attractive and annoying and flirtatious, leaning back against the couch comfortably and letting his hand fall onto Jay's thigh. Every touch feels like it burns, Jay hyper aware of everything Heeseung does due to the thick tension in the air that threatens to suffocate him. "Don't think about that too much."
Too fucking late.
Behind Jay's closed eyes, Heeseung is running his tongue over his lips roughly, biting into the soft flesh and pulling it into his own mouth, rubbing the slick tip of his cock against his lips and asking Jay how it tastes and—fuck. This is getting out of hand. It's a problem now.
With his cock twitching in his loose shorts Jay grunts, peeling himself off from his bed as quietly as his needs allow him to in order to make a quick trip to the bathroom to take care of his issue, and when he lets his shorts pool around his ankles and he wraps his fist around his hard cock, he makes a mental note to talk to Jungwon after this. This can't go on for much longer.
When he waddles out of the bathroom sweating slightly with his cheeks flushed, Heeseung is leaning against the wall right next to the door, and it scares Jay shitless. Like he knew, like he was waiting. There's a sleazy smirk on his handsome face as he looks into Jay's eyes.
"Did you think about it?"
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They all love it so much.
Masked behind harmless fun lie their true intentions, to wind Heeseung up and tease him until he breaks; or, at the very least, thinks about what he's done and how many times he's done it. They've all gone through it one way or another—Heeseung would be all coy and smooth, rile them up, leave them with troubling thoughts and a tightness in their pants that was never fun to deal with. It was embarrassing, for all of them.
Sunghoon would have to rest his arm against the tiles as he came all over the shower wall disgustingly, Sunoo would bite into his pillow as he rocked his hips against the bed at ungodly hours of the morning, Jake would spread his legs under the bedsheets and pray that Jay wasn't awake as he jerked off furiously, Jungwon would whine quietly as he rubbed his thighs together while chasing some much needed friction, Jay's heart would race as he slipped out of his room to lock himself in the bathroom.
Something had to be done.
"Wanna play a game, hyung?" was all it took, and Heeseung was gulping and growing erect as two pairs of hands started tracing over the muscles of his back, chest and shoulders—he was blindfolded and had no idea who it was, but he couldn't help melting into their touch, it was soft and aggressive all at once.
"Who's touching you?" Jungwon asks, dangerously close to Heeseung's ear, which meant he could or could not be one of the two touching him all over, and the thought drove him absolutely mad.
Heeseung chuckles nervously, attempting to appear as calm and collected as his rapidly beating heart allows him to, but his brain is utterly scrambled. The softness of the hands made him think of Sunghoon, but the curiosity he felt through the touches made him think of Sunoo. When a hand crawled up his chest to wrap lightly around his neck he immediately thought of Jay, but when that same hand crept up higher to attempt to slip a thumb into his mouth, it totally felt like Jake. Fucking hell.
"This game is too easy," he lies, gulping as his hands get tied behind the chair rather painfully. "I'll let you all have your fun."
"He's nervous," Jay quickly adds in to Heeseung's right, and Heeseung wonders if it was him trying to shove fingers into his mouth all along or if they're all just trying to confuse him. Either way, Heeseung thinks this is all rather sadistic.
"Hyung, your lips are so pretty."
Heeseung remembers. He can still see the look on Jay's face behind his blindfolded eyes from when he said that, adorably flushed and nervous, and he gulps. He tries not to look the same.
Heeseung is still rather stable, taking quick breaths through his nose to calm himself down. His cheeks are tinted a pretty shade of pink because he knows they're all standing around him right now, watching. He knows they're all staring at the way he's very evidently hard in his pants, twitching whenever he gets touched or kissed.
"You guys are—" Heeseung groans at the delicious rub his shoulders are getting, and the hands on him are so soft he feels like he's dreaming. Or, perhaps, stuck in a nightmare, seeing as his brain keeps defaulting to thoughts of those hands on his cock instead. They're so soft and warm he doesn't know how long he would last. "Something."
Jay scoffs from the side, and Heeseung hates that he can't tell them apart from minor sounds, even when he thought he would be able to recognize any little breath or whisper. It's really fucking frustrating. Even now, soft hands are massaging his shoulders and trailing down his chest, and it feels so fucking intimate his cheeks burn. He can't tell who it is, and even though his gut tells him Sunoo would be the most likely to touch him this way, this sweetly, he's afraid to speak out and embarrass himself, so he gulps it down.
Just act cool.
"Isn't this game something along the lines of guess who?" Heeseung smiles, trying to hide the fact that the hands trailing up and down his arms have him feeling weak. "Can I ask questions?"
"Be quiet before we get mean," Jake comments, somewhere, and Heeseung tilts his head wondering if Jake sounded close enough to be the one touching him. The hands are back and Heeseung is seeing Sunoo behind his eyes again, soft and sweet and warm. Images of Sunoo he's dreamed about more times than he'd like to admit.
"That'll be fun," Heeseung chuckles, sagging against the chair more comfortably now, cock still hard in his sweats. "You're cute when you're angry, Jake."
Jake glares at Sunghoon and the tension in the air grows impossibly thicker when their eyes meet. Sunghoon immediately understands and knows how to interpret the redness on Jake's cheeks. All of them take a few steps closer to surround Heeseung and Sunghoon who looms over him. Somehow, Heeseung can tell they're all closer to him now, and he hates that he feels vulnerable. He really hates it, but he hates that it makes his cock twitch even more.
"You're the one who's cute," Sunghoon comments and fuck, they all sound so close to him now, like they're all inside his head instead of around him—is that what this is, maybe? All just a dream he'll wake up wet and jittery from and move on? "You make us want to do mean things."
This is mean enough, Heeseung thinks, as he shifts around in the chair at suddenly feeling like he's being cornered. He feels like he's being tortured already, soft hands tracing over his skin and pressing into his muscles in a way that makes him want to moan, but knowing they're all just looking down at him squirm in a chair makes him want to melt in embarrassment.
Sunghoon is smiling, rubbing deep circles into Heeseung's tired shoulders, hoping Heeseung will ease up and just let them play with him and have fun. He seems tense. It's not long before another pair of hands is playing with the waistband of Heeseung's sweats, tugging down playfully and making his breath hitch.
"Start guessing."
Instantly, a sweet kiss is pressed to his cheek, and Jay smiles against the soft skin of Heeseung's face. He can't help but imagine what it would be like to litter Heeseung's face with kisses to confuse him as he presses his knees to his chest and forces him to guess who's fucking him.
"That was, the kiss—" Heeseung sounds nervous. "It was Jungwon."
Jay grins, shaking his head no as Jake looks at him and laughs quietly at the terrible guess.
"It was soft and nice," Heeseung sighs, feigning confidence by smirking. "Wanna make out?"
Jay rolls his eyes and leaves him hanging, earning a cute pout from Heeseung who gets his face pushed forward to get his neck rubbed, too. Delicate fingers are pressing into all the right spots, trailing up into his hair and it's pure bliss. He moans quietly at how good he feels, and Sunghoon's eyes widen at the sound. Dangerous.
"Sunoo is giving me a massage, obviously," Heeseung sounds so sure of it that Sunoo covers his mouth with his hand and giggles, wondering what it is about Sunghoon that makes Heeseung think of him. "You can touch hyung all over, it's okay."
"Pervert," Jungwon comments, raising an eyebrow when Heeseung tilts his head. "Control yourself, hyung."
"You're the ones touching m—" Heeseung's remark is cut short by Jake pulling his sweats down his thighs forcefully, ripping a surprised groan out from Heeseung's throat.
"Fuck, calm down," Heeseung laughs through his arousal at the eager hands that are pulling his pants down his legs like they're desperate. He feels like he's getting stripped to get fucked, and it riles him up more than he would ever admit. "Rough—that was Jay, for sure."
Sunghoon thinks it's cute that Heeseung is this confused already, and as he lets his nails scratch against Heeseung's scalp he figures he should have some fun with it, too. He grabs on to a fistful of Heeseung's hair unexpectedly and yanks his head back forcefully, and Heeseung cries out at the pain of getting his hair pulled, cold shooting up his spine.
Sunghoon looks down at his blindfolded face from where he's towering over him for a few seconds, thinking Heeseung is too pretty for his own good, before he lets saliva drop from his lips onto his cheek. Everyone watching is gasping in shock and arousal at Sunghoon, of all people, thinking it would be fun to let his spit fall onto Heeseung's face, eyes glimmering at how dirty and degrading the action is—for a second he's unrecognizable.
Heeseung jumps up in shock, groaning in feigned disgust when a thumb is pressing against his cheek, rubbing the saliva against his skin. He's mortified, doesn't think Sunoo would ever do this to him—has he been wrong all along? Is it Jake or Sunghoon?
"Baby," Jay grins as Heeseung flinches at the word. What the fuck?
"Can we call you that, hyung?"
"If you like it that much," Heeseung pants out, squirming in humiliation. "Go ahead."
"You like it more than us." Jay bites back, running both of his hands up Heeseung's thighs as Jake's eyes follow the motion. Jay squeezes hard on the skin of Heeseung's upper thighs, and he looks up to watch Heeseung swallow thickly with his head tilted back. No answer.
"You're a tease, hyung," Sunoo begins, and as Sunghoon shakes his head by his hair Sunoo smiles at how fucking confused Heeseung must be. "It's only fair that we teach you a lesson."
Fuck. Heeseung already knew he was in trouble, but having Sunoo say it makes him think of all the times he's been the one having fun, playing games with the members and teasing them until he could tell they were hard. The way they crossed their legs as pink spread over their cheeks was nothing short of addictive even if he felt a bit guilty each time.
"We might as well have fun with it, play this little game with you," Jungwon continues, and Jake starts mouthing up Heeseung's leg to his knee and he jerks involuntarily at how deliciously foreign it feels, head slipping out of Sunghoon's grip to hang forward. "Since you like playing games so much."
"What'd I do?" Heeseung smirks, and Jungwon launches forward to shove his middle and ring finger into his mouth, making Heeseung choke around his fingers as he tries to pull back out of shock. The fingers are long and thin, possibly Sunghoon. Maybe? Fuck, Heeseung feels like he doesn't know anything anymore.
"Shut up," Jake bites back, eyes lowered as he watches Jungwon rub down on Heeseung's tongue with his fingers as Heeseung beings to drool. Jungwon watches intently, imagining the texture and wetness of Heeseung's tongue all over his body instead of his fingers. "Suck."
Jake sounds commanding, scarily so, and shoving fingers into his mouth unexpectedly definitely sounds like something Jake would do, but it's too obvious. Heeseung is certain this is Sunghoon, so he sucks fervently, hoping he's right.
With a pathetic sounding mmmh he tilts his head back, but whoever is fucking his mouth with their fingers is relentless, chases his mouth with every movement and refuses to stop to even let him speak.
"Sunghoon," his words come out garbled with the two fingers still in his mouth, and Jungwon looks up to Sunghoon and smiles wickedly. "I'm choking, fuck—"
Out of pure pity, Jungwon pulls back his hand and his fingers are coated entirely in spit, glistening under the dim light surrounding them. He backs away from Heeseung and slips both fingers into his own mouth, thinking he would love to see Heeseung's reaction to something so dirty. His cheeks would flush adorably, and he'd bite his lips as he tries to fight back thoughts of Jungwon's lips wrapped around the tip of his cock instead. A taste of his own medicine.
Heeseung is finally able to catch his breath after the relentless fingers slip out of his mouth, and behind the fabric he pictures Sunghoon taking just a few back considering how close he can tell they all are to him due to the sound of their voices, leaving the others to watch and contemplate what they will do to him next. He feels like a toy, and this was not what he expected even when he agreed to play a game.
Sunghoon smirks, towering over Heeseung from behind still, and without a sound in fear of exposing himself he quickly wraps his arm around Heeseung's neck, earning a choked out gasp. Heeseung feels like he'll pass out either out of embarrassment or arousal, and he can only imagine Jay putting him in such a headlock so suddenly, trapping him and fucking smirking about it.
He's about to open his mouth to attempt to speak to Jay when a hand is creeping down his abdomen and fuck , it's soft and warm again, reaching into his underwear to pull out his pathetically hard and leaking cock.
"You love it, hyung," Sunoo smiles, and Heeseung tries to shoot back a lie, probably blame it on the fact that he's stressed or the fact that he's getting groped and caressed all over, but the way Sunghoon's hand wraps around his cock has him letting out a garbled groan, his cheeks red and hot as he feels how hard the arm is pressing into his neck, as if trying to choke out his sounds. "Don't act like you don't."
The position is definitely uncomfortable for Sunghoon but he can't bring himself to give a fuck, not when he feels how nervous and riled up Heeseung is, not when his fingers are coated in Heeseung's precum, not when he can see the way everyone's gaze is fixed on the dirty scene unfolding before them, eyes following the motion of his hand on Heeseung's cock. He pulls his hand away from it and reaches for his own face, all their eyes following the motion like they're hypnotized. With a slight smirk and while ignoring Heeseung's whimpers at the loss of the warm touch, he spits into the palm of his hand, and he catches Jake gasp.
When he wraps his dirty, wet hand around Heeseung's cock again, he feels Heeseung's throat vibrate against his arm in a flurry of pleasurable sounds.
"That's good," Heeseung whines out and he instantly regrets it because it sounded more needy than he intended it to, breathless and whiny in ways he knows make him sound dumb . "You're all so nice to me."
"Say thank you," Jungwon demands, and Heeseung feels like he could cum like this, the motion of the hand on his cock near perfect. He wishes he could grab onto the arm pressing into his neck in a silent plea for more. "Say thank you to whoever's touching you. Say their name."
Heeseung has three names in his head but they're all blending together with the perfectly warm, wet pressure that's coming from the fist he's fucking up into, hips bucking up slightly as he chases release through labored breaths. How embarrassing, he's about to cum like this , in front of everyone. The strength of the arm wrapped around his neck screams Jay, yet the fist he's fucking up into certainly feels like Jake.
"Jake," Heeseung finally gasps out, going with his gut, mouth hanging open in silent cries as Sunghoon begins to twist his fist over the head of Heeseung's cock, ready to milk him all over his own thighs and the chair he's tied to. "Thank you Jake, fuck , I'm close—"
Sunghoon is smiling as he looks up at Jake, and the latter is flushed beyond belief, chest rising and falling quickly as he alternates between watching Heeseung squirm against the chair and looking into Sunghoon's eyes. He thought that was me.
Jake's head can't help but wander off, and suddenly he's thinking about Heeseung trapped between himself and Sunghoon, grabbing them wherever he can as they rut against him and leave wet kisses over every inch of skin they can manage to. Jake would kiss him hard and rushed, bite into his skin in desperation and arousal he can't really control—Sunghoon would take his sweet time, drag his lips over Heeseung's skin so softly it would almost be like torture—fuck, it's too much to even think about.
They're all thinking the same thing: He looks so pretty. When he's in a position where he can't rile us up or tease us, when it's the other way around, when he's so helpless he's whimpering and shaking, he looks so pretty.
Sunghoon thinks it too, however, the night is still way too young.
When he drags his fist up Heeseung's shaft and over the leaking tip one last time, it sounds disgustingly wet. Heeseung gasps when his hand comes off, squeezing his eyes behind his blindfold because he swears he was three strokes away from cumming. He's trying to thrust up into nothing, hoping the bounce of his hips will make him cum untouched and yeah, he knows he looks pathetic but he doesn't care. It's not enough, fuck, fuck, fuck—
"Wanna cum?" Jay asks, not giving a second thought to using honorifics, hands crossed over his chest as he watches Sunghoon unwrap his arm from around Heeseung's neck. Heeseung coughs, biting into his lower lip as he realizes what's happening.
"Yes," he answers truthfully for the first time of the night, his composure cracked due to Sunghoon's strong arm and soft hands, head hanging embarrassingly as his cock aches. "Please?"
Jungwon smiles. Hearing him ask so nicely feels good, but it's just not enough.
"Not yet," Jay laughs, and it hurts Heeseung. Normally it wouldn't, but now—so on edge his skin feels like it's on fire—it really fucking does. "You're gonna have to suck it up."
Heeseung groans, finally realizing the dire situation he's in when he finds himself missing the arm around his neck as much as he misses the soft hand wrapped around his cock. He doesn't just feel pathetic, that's an understatement—he feels like a completely different person.
"Are we breaking you, hyung?" Sunghoon speaks at last, back in the group, and his words pierce Heeseung's ego further. "Should we apologize?"
Heeseung completely ignores the question for his own sake, cock still twitching pathetically in a dire need to be touched.
"Jake," Heeseung speak sweetly and softly, just like he does when he wants to tease Jake or get something from him, convince him to help out in something nobody else would be willing. The voice he uses to control him. "You're always nice to hyung. Help me?"
Heeseung's wrists hurt, but Jake's silence hurts more. Heeseung finally realizes they're all serious about it, fixed on making him struggle and suffer for a while, really make him work for it.
"Not always, it seems." Sunoo comments sweetly, all coy and soft in a way that only he can manage. Heeseung can hear the smile on his face, and fuck, as much as he loves Sunoo he wants to slap it off.
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Heeseung swears the fabric over his eyes must be soaked all the way through with tears, and as he sucks up some spit that was dribbling out of his mouth and sniffles, he realizes he was dozing off again, barely holding on to consciousness due to the overwhelming pleasure and endless teasing. Currently, there's someone on their knees between his legs, taking short licks against the sensitive tip of his cock again and again and again—and although Heeseung has no idea who it is, they're evil, that's for sure.
"Please," he begs, and his voice cracks embarrassingly when he feels them wrap their tongue around his tip. "Can I cum?"
Silence. Silence that can only be described as painful.
Heeseung swallows down the lump in his throat shakily, and Jungwon grins at the sight. It's addictive.
"Aren't you enjoying this a bit too much? He's getting punished, you know." Jay had pulled him to the side to grunt into his ear, to which Jungwon let out a playful chuckle. "Let me have my fun, hyung."
"Please? I've been good," he sounds so needy it's adorable, his pretty voice rising in pitch the better his body feels, the more it craves release. Jungwon loves to wind him up real good, tug at his strings until he's about to snap, teetering over the edge while his thighs shake and his voice trembles while caught in his throat—only to pull back and let Heeseung sob and sag against the chair. Again, again, again.
The breathy cries of I was so close, Jay is Jungwon's driving force.
"Jungwon is mean," Sunoo whispers into Jay's ear, watching intently as Heeseung rattles his arms against the back of the chair in a ridiculously futile attempt to slip out of his restraints. Jungwon smiles, although the gesture earns Heeseung a light slap across the face as a warning. "He enjoys this."
Jay gulps, because it's evident that it's true, and he knows Heeseung would never be able to guess it was Jungwon who just slapped him, albeit playfully, with enough force to knock a whine out of him.
Jungwon thinks it's funny—a while back Heeseung was nodding slowly, biting into his bottom lip through a smile as he got led to the chair, shirtless and with sweats that barely held onto his hips. The way he laughed breathily while he got blindfolded was hot, especially because he had no idea what was coming, and just looked forward to maybe getting a few tongue kisses and some head.
Now, Heeseung is crying. He's so aroused he fully believes he'll pass out, completely naked while still being tied to the chair he was so excited to get into earlier, begging Jungwon to undo the knot around his wrists so he can jerk himself off. He promises he'll shut up after that, but Jungwon knows it's not true.
"You don't have to do anything, just—" he talks so quickly out of desperation it's almost unintelligible, "let me do it, let me touch myself then, please, Jay."
Jay. There is it again.
Jungwon turns his head from where he's kneeling between Heeseung's spread thighs to flash Jay a smile, all teeth on display. Jay, Jungwon mouths, and he shakes his head in feigned disbelief as he returns to hold Heeseung's cock by the base and lick a thick stripe up the shaft that makes Heeseung throw his head back as his mouth falls open adorably.
Pretty, Jay thinks. They look so pretty.
Heeseung is making garbled sounds of pain and pleasure as Jungwon repeats the action several times, index finger and thumb wrapped around the base of Heeseung's cock firmly. His thighs are shaking like he's lost all control over them, and Jungwon throws his arms over them as he lets Heeseung's hard cock rub over his face—his cheeks and mouth dirtied with spit and precum.
"Wanna grab your head," Heeseung groans out, feeling his cock rub over pursed lips and a pretty nose. "God, I'd fuck your throat so good."
Jungwon smirks up at him as if Heeseung could see him and instantly takes as much of Heeseung as he can into his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels the urge to gag, his fingers digging into Heeseung's thighs painfully. Heeseung realizes whoever is sucking him off is using no hands (if not Jay, who?) and he whines in disappointment because he can't fuck up into the warm mouth, his thighs held down by the fingers pressed into his skin.
After a few quick bobs of Jungwon's head up and down his shaft, Heeseung lets his head fall forward as his core starts to heat up and pleasure begins to build and build and build until he feels like he will topple over the edge.
"I'm so fucking close," he whimpers cutely, lips raw and red from how much he's been biting into them. "Please, I—"
Of course. Jungwon pulls away immediately, using his hold on Heeseung's thighs to push himself up to his feet. With a pretty smile on his face, he ruffles Heeseung's hair and walks away from the chair and towards Sunoo and Jay who haven't been able to stop watching. Heeseung cries again although he hates himself for it, because he keeps thrusting up slightly, searching for the warm, wet mouth and not finding it. His cries are audible, and they sound breathtakingly beautiful.
"I'm sorry I teased you a few days ago Jay," he blurts out between sobs and pants, hoping it will bring the pleasure back, hoping his sweet words will finally give him what he's been begging to get. "I won't do it again, promise, I promise, please. "
Silence, yet again. He hears shuffling and hushed whispers and he whines as he twists his hands between his restraints. He doesn't know how more of this he can take before he blacks out.
"Look at that," Jay whispers to Sunoo and Jungwon at Heeseung's apology. "He's finally learning."
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"Look at how he's struggling," Sunghoon leans towards Jake to whisper, watching from afar, his eyes lowered in overwhelming arousal. His mouth can't help but water at the explicit sight, even after he's had multiple turns at playing with Heeseung. His cock is achingly hard in his sweats, and watching Sunoo's naked back as he grinds his ass down on Heeseung's cock as he licks and sucks all over his neck loudly has him throbbing. The fact that it's just them and a chair in the empty living room space of their dorm just adds to it. "So helpless."
"Fuck, he's loud," Jake chuckles softly, stroking himself over his shorts as he hears the cries of please, Jungwon, I need to cum. He sounds pained, desperate, broken. "Wants it so bad."
"Jungwon," Sunghoon laughs softly, shaking his head as he looks around for Jungwon. He's not even around, knowing it's Sunoo's turn to play. Heeseung is so fucking lost in it he keeps babbling nonsense, completely forgetting everything he thought he knew about the members, little details that could help him escape from this—instead, he's blurting out random names in desperation, hoping, praying—waiting for someone to pity him. "He's so pathetic right now."
As they watch Sunoo shove two fingers deep into Heeseung's mouth because he was being too loud, deep enough to make him gag, Jake hears Sunghoon suck in a breath through his teeth, as if what he's watching and hearing is just too fucking much.
"Don't you feel a bit sorry for him?" Jake asks softly, turning to look at Sunghoon. Perhaps it is a hypocritical question, considering he's still rubbing himself through his shorts due to the scene they're witnessing, but it's a valid question nonetheless. Jake isn't sure how long they've been playing their sick game with Heeseung, but by the sound of his voice he can tell it's been a while. Sunghoon's cheeks are flushed, his bare chest rising and falling through heavy breaths, and Jake wonders if he also looks that hungry—there's no other word to properly describe the look on Sunghoon's face.
"No."
Instantly, Sunghoon chuckles softly at his own blunt response, quietly, so that Heeseung can't hear. "He had it coming with the way he's always talking about how pretty our lips are, how he touches and rubs them with his thumb, that tease. He could figure it out if he really tried, but he's being a dumb whore on purpose."
"You think so?" Jake gasps, head turning quickly when he hears Heeseung cry out around the fingers in his mouth, and he figures Sunoo must have taken a deep bite into his neck. He can picture Sunoo smiling against the skin of Heeseung's neck at the pretty sound.
The muffled Jungwon, please, please, please never stops, and Sunghoon mumbles out a few soft, hushed curse words before he's shoving his hand in his sweats.
"Yeah, I think so, he thought I was Sunoo earlier," Sunghoon scoffs, biting back a whimper as he touches himself under his clothes. Jake wants to see it, wants to watch Sunghoon wrap his pretty hand around his cock while he watches Sunoo bounce in a crying Heeseung's lap, the chair holding them threatening to break with how fervently Sunoo is rubbing his ass down into his crotch.
"Fuck, that's a terrible guess," Jake laughs, mocking Heeseung. "He's gone brainless."
It's mesmerizing, the way Sunoo grinds down harder on Heeseung's cock the louder he cries, hard enough that the chair Heeseung is tied to makes sounds while threatening to give in under the force of their movements. The only thing that separates Heeseung's hard, leaking cock from the softness of Sunoo's asscheeks is a thin layer of fabric from Sunoo's pajama pants, and Jake thinks it must be torturous to have Sunoo so close and not be able to take him.
Heeseung is whimpering against Sunoo's chest like he's getting fucked so hard and deep he can't take it, drooling all over and leaving short and sweet kisses against his skin in hopes of getting him to be nice. He wants nothing more than to wrap his hands around his waist, pull down his soft pants, cum inside him as his toes curl into the floor—but he can't, and it breaks him.
"Jungwon, wanna fuck you," he whines out, breathy and so needy it's near pitiful. "Just a few strokes, can I? Please?"
Sunghoon and Jake groan quietly in unison at Heeseung's words, and Sunoo almost giggles and gives himself away. He grabs Heeseung's jaw firmly and shakes his head no from side to side, until Heeseung understands and lets sobs bubble up his throat that Sunoo catches with his hand firmly placed over Heeseung's wet mouth. He's being too fucking loud, crying too fucking much.
The way Sunoo holds his hand against Heeseung's mouth as if his cries mostly just annoy them almost makes Jake feel sorry for Heeseung, until he remembers Heeseung walking up to him and draping his arms over his shoulders, looking down at Jake's lips and leaning forward slightly—it all happened so fast. In a flurry of exhilarating (albeit confusing) emotions, Jake didn't even have time to say anything, so instead he leaned in with his eyes closed, and Heeseung laughed.
"You're cute, Jake," Heeseung giggles, still looking down at his lips like he wants them even though he just had the chance to take them and didn't. What was that all about? Jake is annoyed, confused, fucking embarrassed. "So eager."
"I was just testing to see how far you'd go," Jake mutters, blatantly lying to his face, shrugging Heeseung's arms off of his shoulders and Heeseung laughs harder than before, tilting his head and looking into Jake's eyes lovingly.
"It's alright, hyung won't tell a soul."
The memory is still so vivid that Jake can still hear Heeseung's laughter. As he watches Sunoo smirk and leave wet kisses all over Heeseung's face that make him whimper pathetically into Sunoo's hand, Jake wonders where the laughter's gone.
Heeseung will learn to not be such a tease. He has to, after this. Teach him, Jungwon had said, teach him that his words and actions have consequences.
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"Can he take more?" Sunoo asks, half worriedly, as if he had not been grinding down on Heeseung's hard cock until he cried less than thirty minutes ago. "Go easy on him."
They're speaking quietly inside an open room, hearing the faint muffled moans Heeseung is letting out in the living room where they've tied him down. Jake hears Heeseung call out his name, begging to who he doesn't know is actually Sunghoon, and he gulps.
"Of course," Jay smiles, and it looks so fake, sarcasm dripping down the sides of his mouth. "Why would we not?"
"Can't believe you convinced me to share my turn with you," Jake comments, pulling his shirt off because he feels hot already and they haven't even started yet. He doesn't miss the way Sunoo's eyes roam over the expanse of his bare torso. "Weirdo."
"You agreed," Jay hisses, pushing his shorts down his thighs until he's in just a tight pair of boxers. Jake leans against the doorframe and he can hear the chair Heeseung is tied to creak. Jay hears it too, trying to shrug off the images flashing before his eyes—Sunghoon might be jerking Heeseung off so wet and good the chair keeps sliding forward with the desperate thrust of Heeseung's hips. He might be on his knees, sucking Heeseung off so messily, in a way that would be uncharacteristic of him, that Heeseung is pressing his heels into the floor in a way that makes the chair move back and, holy fuck—he wants to take a peek. However, he stops himself, afraid he'll cum in his underwear before they even start. "No turning back now."
The way Heeseung's cries of Jake's name come out muffled have Jay thinking that Sunghoon must have shoved something into his mouth to keep him quiet, and Jay has to use every ounce of strength in his body to keep himself from jerking off right here, in front of Sunoo and Jake.
"Isn't it a bit cruel that you're going in right after he thinks that's you in there?" Sunoo asks, head leaning against the wall, eyes lowered dangerously.
Jake shrugs, trying to mask the fact that Heeseung confusing him and Sunghoon drives him insane, and that he hasn't been able to get it out of his head ever since Sunghoon was jerking him off while they all watched.
"He's smart, he can figure it out."
Heeseung lets out a string of cries and whimpers that makes the three of them leak, and in a few seconds Sunghoon is popping his head into the room, cheeks flushed and lips glossy. He looks smug, knows they could hear Heeseung's muffled noises and feels proud that he was the one causing them.
"Did you let him cum?" Jake asks curiously, eyebrows shooting up into the hair falling over his pretty brown eyes.
"No," Sunghoon replies, a ridiculously attractive smirk on his face. There was no way in hell he was letting Heeseung cum that easy, especially since watching him struggle against his restraints in desperation was too fun. "He begged and begged and begged but it wasn't really enough."
"Good," Jay nods, nudging Jake. "That's for us to do."
"Out of everyone I do expect the two of you to break the easiest and give him what he wants," Sunoo takes a jab at the pair, arms crossed over his chest.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jake hisses back at him, feigning annoyance as Jay pulls him towards the door by the arm.
Before Sunoo can reply, both of them are slipping through the doorframe, gently closing the door behind them. It was faint, but Heeseung heard it, and he knew someone else was here to play. He's so on edge he jolts up at the sound, the poor thing, cock hard and leaking against his abdomen. Just like Jay expected, he's got a shirt stuffed into his mouth, and he's so conditioned to being obedient at this point that he's kept it there.
Heeseung makes a sound through the shirt in his mouth, and it sounds so pretty that Jake thinks they should untie him and fuck him against the living room floor. Have him whine out little ah, ah, ah 's that get swallowed by the soaked fabric as the other members slowly creep in to watch it happen. He hopes Heeseung would be able to feel all the pairs of eyes on him.
With a quick motion, Jay rips the shirt out from his mouth, and Heeseung starts panting with his mouth open like he's thirsty.
"Please," is the first thing he pathetically whimpers out, fingers twitching behind his back at how badly he wants to touch himself. He's hunched over, body covered in a thin layer of sweat, face dirty and hair messy. Jay strokes his cheek with his finger and Heeseung mewls, leaning into it out of an uncontrollable crave for human touch. "Touch me."
Jake and Jay do not need to be told twice.
In a second they're leaning forward, lips and tongues and teeth on the skin of Heeseung's neck, Jake's hand pulling his head back by the hair. Heeseung gasps and a moan gets caught in his throat, surprised that there are two pairs of lips on his skin. They really want him dead.
"Fuck, I'm so—" Heeseung begins, not sure where he was going with his statement before teeth are dragging up his neck and against his jaw, and he really feels like he's being eaten alive. His sentence is cut off by a high pitched whine.
You're so what? Jake wants to ask, itching to rile Heeseung up further. Heeseung would fucking lose it if he were to find out who's on him right now, especially since they come as a pair. Wouldn't know what to do with himself when he realizes he's trapped between Jake and Jay.
"Two of you? Seriously?" Heeseung actually sounds distressed, and Jay can feel him gulp since he has his tongue pressed to Heeseung's throat. He smiles against Heeseung's skin, basking in the rumble of his throat through cute little sounds and the way he's trembling slightly.
"I don't know if I can take this," he whines, digging his nails into the palm of his hand as he feels a pair of lips pull away from his neck, and suddenly someone is dropping to their knees between his thighs, spreading them further apart with both hands. It feels hot all over, unbearably so, in a way that makes him want to sob and they haven't even properly touched him yet.
The mouth on his neck is making an absolute mess, saliva dripping down his neck and onto his collarbones, skin feeling raw from the teeth grazing against it. Whoever this is, they're desperate. When he starts leaving messy kisses that are full of spit over the column of his neck, his hands come up to caress his face. Fingers are rubbing over his chin and nose, pressing against his lips, feeling the warmth of his cheeks—and Heeseung finally realizes it.
Sunghoon.
A thumb is trying to press its way into the corner of Heeseung's mouth and he mewls, embarrassed and aroused beyond words.
Jake manages to force his thumb into the corner of his lips, hooking his finger into his cheek, and he pulls away from Heeseung's neck to look right into his blindfolded eyes and pull . Heeseung opens his mouth wider instinctively, tongue rubbing over Jake's thumb like he's begging for something. In that moment, Jake realized he couldn't and wouldn't walk away without fucking Heeseung's mouth.
Jay looks up from where he's kissing and biting into Heeseung's thighs to watch, and he's really fucking glad he did. Jake takes advantage of Heeseung's open mouth to shove more fingers inside, and the sound that leaves his throat is nothing short of filthy. It sounded wet and raw, enough to rile them up further, even though they didn't think that would be possible. Jay is holding on strong, but it's hard to not let out a groan at the sight of Heeseung stiffening up when Jake's strong fingers press their way into his mouth.
With a slight push of his wrist Heeseung is gagging around his digits, cock still hard and leaking. He deserves it, Jake thinks. Had it coming.
"Sunghoon!" Heeseung cries out with the fingers still in his mouth, convinced it would only ever be Sunghoon who would do this to him, like earlier. He's so far fucking gone he can't think properly, ignoring the fact that the fingers in his mouth are stronger and less soft.
Jake grins. Sunghoon.
He pulls his hand away softly, Heeseung's throat easing up now that the intrusion is gone, and he's got his eyes fixed on Heeseung's pretty mouth. When his fingers are entirely out of Heeseung's mouth, the older starts to leave desperate kisses all over Jake's hand and fingers, and Jake can't help but suck in a breath.
"Please," Heeseung begs between open mouthed kisses. "Please Sunghoon, for hyung."
Jake doesn't know what Heeseung is begging for, but fuck—having him desperately kiss over his knuckles while calling him Sunghoon is so hot he feels lightheaded.
Jay shakes his head through a smile, running his fingertips softly over Heeseung's thighs, raising an eyebrow when he whines at the sensation.
"Sunoo," he moans out, and Jay feels a sick sense of pride at his words. "I know it's you, don't tease me."
Heeseung is sure of it, so sure of it he could bet on it, but when fingers are pressing into the sensitive skin of his thighs with enough force to bruise, he gasps and stutters. Sunoo's name is caught in his throat and refuses to crawl out, forehead sweating and toes curling into the floor when a pair of soft lips are wrapping around the tip of his cock, and Heeseung near screams.
All the lines are blurred and Heeseung doesn't know anything anymore, feels fucking brainless as he squirms against the chair, feeling his skin stick to it due to his own sweat.
"I don't think I can control myself," he pathetically whimpers out, letting his head fall back as Jay takes half of his cock into his mouth, applying just the right amount of suction to have Heeseung panting. "I'm—I could cum all over you."
It's a warning, sure, but Jay likes to live life on the edge. If Heeseung were to cum all over him, he would make sure to smear it into his own face right after. His fingers dig into Heeseung's skin deeper and he takes more of Heeseung into his mouth, swirling his tongue over everything he can and it feels rushed, he knows it's sending Heeseung over the edge seconds into it.
"Fuck," Heeseung whines out, head still tilted back. Jake stares at the veins bulging over his neck like he's starving, and before he knows it his hands are moving on their own, pulling his own shorts down.
Heeseung always stares at their lips like he wants them, until their cheeks redden and their thoughts begin to wander, likes to touch them where only he knows gets them riled up, chuckling out a "You like it when hyung touches you here?" in a way that almost sounds like he's mocking them, likes to whisper something innocent into their ear in a manner that makes their knees wobble just so he can walk off wearing a sly smirk—it's about time he gets humbled.
Gonna fuck your face, Jake wants to groan out, send shivers up Heeseung's spine before he actually does, but he doesn't. Instead, quietly, he grabs a fistful of Heeseung's hair and pulls his head forward, at the perfect height to rub the tip of his cock over his red lips. His bottom lip is bleeding slightly from how much he's been biting into it.
Heeseung lets out a breathy whimper when he realizes, but he slowly lets his mouth fall open, trading in his pride for the pleasure and the thrill.
Good boy , Jake itches to whisper out, but he clenches his jaw and lets his cock slip in between Heeseung's pink lips. It feels delicious, Heeseung experimentally closing his lips over Jake's length and making sure his tongue is covering his bottom teeth as Jake rubs over it softly, his grip on Heeseung's black hair tightening. Jake is breathing loudly through his nose just from this, and Jay pulls back from Heeseung's cock to watch.
Jake's eyes are fucking glimmering and Jay wants to call him a freak. However, he would definitely say it with a smirk on his face, so Jake would know he doesn't really mean it, and that sucks.
Jay delivers a hard slap to Heeseung's thigh, one that makes him jolt up and let out a whimper that Jake takes advantage of to shove more of his length inside, enough for Heeseung to gag. It's addictive, the sound Heeseung makes when his throat is being abused, and Jake would have him take it again and again and again , all night if he could, strapped to this very chair.
Jake grabs Heeseung's face with both hands, holding it steady so he can pull out slowly, slow enough for Heeseung to cry as he thinks of what's coming next, before slamming his hips forward in a way that makes Heeseung cough disgustingly around his cock. He's trying to speak around it and he can't—that's exactly what Jake and Jay love to see.
It's ridiculously hot, the way Heeseung agreed to play a little game and now he's taking cock down his throat and crying, and Jay can't help but discard his own boxer briefs and lean down to grab the lube he left next to Heeseung's feet. When Heeseung hears the squelch of it being squeezed onto Jay's hand, he gasps. They brought lube? For what?
"Sunoo," Heeseung manages to shake his face away from Jake's grasp and pull back until his cock is entirely out of his mouth before nervously muttering out a "what are you—"
Slap. Loud, hard, painful. The second one tonight. Heeseung can't help but let his head hang forward in embarrassment and defeat as Jake pulls his face back up, shoving his cock into his mouth again before Heeseung can even make a sound.
The slap was enough to send Jay into a frenzy, and he's fucking up into his slicked up fist as he takes thick licks against Heeseung's shaft, breathing loudly through his mouth and hoping Heeseung can hear, hoping he imagines cute Sunoo sounding desperate for his cock.
"Wanna fuck you, please, Sunoo, I just—" Heeseung whimpers out when Jake pulls out to take a breath and comb his hair back with his hand.
None of them can take it anymore, their breathing loud as they bask in the heat of the moment. Jay knows he'll probably regret this, but he didn't stretch himself out earlier for nothing, he thinks, as he pushes himself up from the floor and slicks up Heeseung's cock. It feels so wet and slippery that Heeseung feels like he's on the brink of losing consciousness, and he has no idea about what's going to happen next.
One thing Jay knows, however, is that Heeseung would never expect it to be him straddling him currently, and that's what makes it fun.
It happens fast, but it's enough to have Heeseung moan around Jake's cock so loudly it makes Jake smile sadistically. Jay is sitting in Heeseung's lap with his back facing him, hands braced on Heeseung's knees as he grabs his cock to really torture him. This might actually kill him.
He bites his lip and takes a deep breath, pushing some of his own coated fingers inside to ease the stretch a bit further, before he's lining up the tip of Heeseung's cock with his hole, and the moment Heeseung feels it, his whole body starts shaking in excitement. Jake has to actually hold on to his head hard to keep his cock in Heeseung's mouth, and he scoffs at how his calm and collected hyung is acting like a fucking dog.
"Don't," Heeseung begs through a mouthful of cock, saliva slipping out from the corners of his mouth. "Can't take it, too good, it's too—"
Jay doesn't give a fuck.
He manages to push Heeseung's tip through and it burns, it really does, but he's willing to endure it, because the wail Heeseung lets out with Jake's cock threatening to slip all the way down his throat makes Jay want to break him.
When Jay manages to fit all of Heeseung inside after a few short minutes, Heeseung is so lost in how amazingly hot and wet it feels that he's rendered speechless, tongue and lips unmoving as his hips twitch up into Jay's heat involuntarily. Jake has to slap him again to get him back to sucking, and he does, and that's when he notices Heeseung's cheeks are wet with tears.
He's making loud garbled noises of pleasure and Jake can make out so good and fucking tight through his sobs, and he can only imagine how fucking good Jay must feel for Heeseung to be acting like this. Heeseung's devastated, wants to hold the waist of who he assumes is Sunoo on his cock and leave thankful kisses all over his back, but he can't. He can't move, can't control the pace, can't even properly respond, and it breaks him.
Jay is riding him steadily but slowly, excruciatingly so, purposefully making Heeseung try to thrust up into him faster, but Jay's strong hands on his knees are making it too difficult. Jay knows what the whines around Jake's cock mean. Please, faster, harder, more, want it, please.
Well, that's too bad, Jay thinks. Should've taken me when you had the chance.
After a few more times of fucking himself on Heeseung's cock (and fuck, it feels really fucking good) Jay lifts himself high enough to make Heeseung let out a loud groan of disappointment. His cock slips out of Jay's hole and Heeseung is trying his best to go back to the hot, tight heat that was just enveloping him, but he can't find it, can't quite reach it, can't do anything.
Not afraid of getting slapped once more, he pulls away from Jake's cock, mouth open in an embarrassing cry for mercy.
"I was so close, please," his last word ends in a sob and Jake swears he could cum on the spot, turning slightly to see Jay's ass spread over Heeseung's lap. "I love you, please, Sunghoon, tell him to keep going, tell him to just—"
Jake can't help but bite his lips as he feels a giggle come up at how pathetic Heeseung sounds currently, hips rutting up against Jay's body weight as he chases it like he needs it.
Jay refuses, too fed up with Heeseung getting everything he wants with no effort, so he only lets Heeseung's cock slide up into the crevice of his cheeks. It's not enough, and that's exactly what he wants. Heeseung finally gets punished, Heeseung finally has to take what they give him, nothing more.
As Jay squeezes his cheeks together and begins rocking back and forth on heeseung's lap, the older does not stop sobbing, snot and tears spilling down his face because he knows he's not going to fuck anybody else tonight, knows that's all he's getting, and yet—he feels thankful, knows he's going to cum between Sunoo's cheeks pathetically after a night of seemingly endless teasing.
Jake decides this is good enough, choosing to watch Jay give Heeseung an assjob that has the chair making noise, and he jerks off violently while holding onto hair on the top of Heeseung's head strongly, as if to remind him he's still being watched and controlled.
"Please, just a bit more inside you, I've been good," he cries out even as he feels himself getting closer to the edge, even when his insides begin to coil, "Let me cum like that, fuck, please—" and the last please was almost a scream, desperate and raw.
It's so coordinated it almost seems planned, Jay ignoring Heeseung's pleas but picking up the pace, and in a few seconds Heeseung is sobbing through an orgasm so strong he hunches over as far as his restraints will let him, cum splattering up Jay's cheeks and lower back so messily it sends Jake tumbling over the edge. He's cumming in thick spurts over Heeseung's jaw and nose, hand on his head still strong and steady, using all his willpower to not give himself away through moans. Seeing Heeseung shoot his load between Jay's cheeks is far too much, and the feeling was also hard to handle for Jay, who picks himself up rapidly to look at the mess Jake made all over Heeseung's pretty face.
Pretty. Our pretty hyung.
"More, fuck, so good Sunoo, your ass—" Heeseung is gasping out even as he feels a gross mess of cum on his face, still riding his high. "I want more, get back on me, please hyung a bit more—"
Shut up, Jay wants to groan out, jerking his cock over Heeseung's face rapidly, feeling the cum drip down his skin. Look at what you make us do.
When Jay gets hit by an orgasm with enough force to make his legs shake, Jake watches him through half-lidded eyes, thinking that they could keep this going all night if they wanted to. Jay is panting hard, and Heeseung has his lips sealed shut as more cum falls over them and his cheeks. He's still whining cutely, breathing through his nose and refusing to open his lips and taste it, possibly out of pure embarrassment.
Jake and Jay are utterly satisfied, taking a few steps back and smiling at each other as they watch Heeseung sag against the chair—defeated, weak, dirty, sweaty, speechless—that's a job well done.
As they're walking away in silence, they hear a quiet thank you, and it almost sounded like a whisper.
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Heeseung woke up sore and bruised, but something was completely different.
The next time he let out a flirty "You have really pretty lips", he took a few seconds before he finished it with a "I'll let you use mine though, if you want."