Work Text:
RULES:
- Keep the toy in, DO NOT REMOVE until midnight or be allowed to do so.
- Get fucked or get to fuck at least once.
- No talk back.
- Safe word is 'Gi-Reo-Gi'.
- Cumming is prohibited.
******
It was a quiet morning as Jungsu, Seungmin and Hyungjun were up and out early for a nice breakfast place Seungmin was talking about before heading to the company. Until these two devil children busted into his room and he realized what day is today. He wished it wasn't as he’s so tired and planned to sleep in a bit before going to work. He was about to talk his way out of it this year but who’s he to fight with these two evils.
"Hyung, you know it’s our tradition," Jooyeon said.
"You cannot just drop that," Jiseok whined.
The Nuggets stood next to Gunil's bedside. Jooyeon was smirking like a villain and Jisoek was holding an unique ocean blue butt plug in one hand, another had lube in it.
"We got it customized just for you!" said the one with the toy with joy in his voice, like he's so proud of the present.
"..." Sitting on his bed, Gunil's dark round eyes flickered, his body started to tremble uncontrollably. His eyes switched between the butt plug and Jooyeon's vicious smile. He gulped down the last bit of his saliva and felt that his mouth was so dry.
"Do not puppy-eyed me, hyung. You know you can’t just break a tradition. So stop trying to be naughty and take off your pants, Now, " Jooyeon finished the sentence with a force in his voice, moving one step closer to him, as if they were the ones with authority here, and he had to obey.
The worst thing was... they were though, Gunil let out a small whimper on the back of his throat, slowly and shakenly removed his sweatpants and tossed it beside him, he wore nothing under for the sake of comfort during his slumber, leaving only sleeveless tank tops on. His morning wood was still visible.
Jooyeon tsked, "Make it easy for us, huh? And you are leaking a little, too, tsk tsk tsk, you dirty boy," Gunil bit his lower lips, his face was turning red with embarrassment, and his eyes were burning in threat of teardrop falling down. Where did his cute little maknae go?
"Lay down, please, hyung. On your face," Jiseok spoke softly to him, he put down the equipment and settled himself on the edge of the bed, preparing. Watching Gunil laid down, clutching the pillow in his muscular arms and buried his aflame face into it, Jooyeon kneeled down on the floor to level his face to Gunil's, grabbed his bed-messy hair in his fist and pulled up, forbidding him to hide from them.
Gunil gasped and his body seized with shock, watery eyes widened upon Jooyeon's glare which dangerously glistened with predatory hunger.
"Do not hide from us Nillie, I wanna see everything,"
So, he laid half of his face down on the pillow, quivering eyes still fixed on Jooyeon's hungry stare, his hand let go of his hair and caressing the red tip of his ear. Gunil whimpered to his touch.
"Good boy, hyungie,"
"Gunil hyung-nim, raise your hip, please," Jiseok waited until Jooyeon finished his little act, coaxing Gunil softly like he's afraid talking too loud would scare their leader. The left fingers circled on Gunil's small waist, suggesting him to change the position, which he obeyed. Once he's in position, Jiseok popped the cap of the lube and poured down more than enough amount onto his hand. He didn't want to hurt the oldest. Rubbing his lubed fingers together to warm them up and slowly skimming on the rim of Gunil's hole.
"I'm going in, 'kay, hyung?" Gunil broke his eye contact with Jooyeon and turned his head to his back and shakenly nodded to Jiseok. A long finger pushed in immediately after his approval, drawing a moan out of his chest. Jiseok circled his calloused index finger inside Gunil's hot wall, pushing in further. Letting him adjust a bit to the tightness. Gunil arched his back, pressing his chest harder on the mattress, pulsing uncontrollably around Jisoek's finger.
"Do it faster," Jooyeon snapped at Jiseok, a bit annoyed that his boyfriends were taking things too slow for his liking.
Jiseok snorted back at him but did what he said anyway. He inserted the second finger without a warning this time, which resulted in Gunil jerking up hard, whining in a high voice he didn't know he could make. Jooyeon held his head grounded to the pillow, licking his own lips and smiling with amusement.
“Th… there… ah,” He moaned when Jiseok’s fingers nudged on his prostate.
"Now we're talkin'," His voice cut through the sound of Gunil's whine and sticky filthy noise from his bottom now that he was fucking back to Jiseok’s fingers unconsciously. "Look at you, hyung. Fucking like a little whore you are," Jooyeon's free hand pinching his ass cheek. Tears rolled down across his beautiful nose bridge and disappeared in the cotton pillow. Gunil's sobbing now. And he knew that for the rest of the day, he'd be sobbing more. The thought was making him leak. The silver string was dripping down onto his mattress, pooling, sure to leave a stain.
"He's leaking now," Jiseok's unnecessary remark made Gunil squirming. He felt like he could die from being humiliated like this. Jooyeon laughed evilly as if he'd turned all the grudges from getting scolds and nags by the leader into his revenge today.
Jiseok grabbed on his already hard cock, thump rubbing on the leaking tip and sent the last finger inside. Gunil jumped violently and tried to escape from this overstimulation he couldn't take. Jooyeon pressed on the elder's neck, locking him in his place.
"Ah! 'Seok-ah! Please. I can't...!"
"Go on Seokie, he loves it and you know that," Jooyeon sneered. "And remember you cannot cum, yet, hyung," He bent down again, spitting poison into his ear.
Shivering, Gunil panted out 'Please please please,' repeatedly, looking into Jooyeon teasing eyes, hoping that his plea would make them stop.
Of course it wouldn't.
Jiseok's becoming more aggressive now. He's twisting his three fingers inside him, rubbing directly on his engorged prostate. His thumb was still on his cock’s head pressing on the slit to prevent him from cumming. Gunil was crying breathlessly under Jooyeon's grip on his neck. White flame was building dangerously inside his belly, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Finally, Jiseok drew this hand out, making a nasty squelchy noise. He drove down, caressing his hot tongue from his tip, up to his long shaft and to his perineum, finished his act with a soft kiss on Gunil's entrance, sending an electrical sensation down his spine, his eyes rolled back, quivering.
"He's ready Seokie," Jooyeon said without letting the elder decide it himself.
Jiseok grabbed the toy, pour even more lube on it. Gripped his hand back on Gunil’s cock, squeezing tightly around the base, denying him to cum. He's gasping for air, hands digging deep into the pillow, he might need to buy a new one.
Positioning the toy to his hole, Jiseok slowly pressed on, sending it inside. Jooyeon looked into his older brother's cloudy eyes. He looked like he's about to pass out, whimpering.
"You are pretty like this, 'Nillie hyung" Jooyeon shot out his thought, lowering his head to lick on Gunil's lips which were red and swollen from his own biting. Gunil snapped out of the ecstasy, mouth parted, giving the younger chance to slide his tongue in. This couldn't even call a kiss, Jooyeon was just hungrily eating his mouth, scraping his teeth all over, sucking on his lips and tongue, pulling it into his own mouth, biting hard. It was so dirty, so filthy that his head was spinning off the axis, letting out little moans inside Jooyeon. During the mouth fuck, Jiseok finished seating the toy inside Gunil. He pushed Jooyeon away from his hyung's face. Panting, Jooyeon wiped his dirty face with his sleeve, looking sulky that Jiseok interrupted his play.
"You are done, Gunilie hyung," Jiseok said brightly, eyes sparkling like he's waiting for a compliment. He helped him get up. Once he moved his body, a lightning hit through his entire body. A strange object was stirring inside his belly. He had to cover his mouth, not to let out a cry. Jiseok seemed to think this was so cute of him. He climbed on Gunil's lap and straddled him, laced his arm around the leader's neck, nasty lubed fingers ran up in his sweaty hair, he had to wash it later, the young one pressed a soft warm kiss on his wet lips, nipping them gently calming him down. Gunil started to kiss back, hands on his hip. Once Jiseok started to grind his crotch on Gunil, he was pulled away by the bassist, both of the offenders panting hard.
"Clean yourself, hyung. See you at the company," Jooyeon gripped Jiseok crotch, punishing him a bit for the astray act. Jiseok whimpered in his arms.
"Oh, Jungsugie-hyung said that you have to skate your way to the company and Seungminnie has a big surprise for you," Before they both going out, Jooyeon dropped a satanic smile which give him a cold down to the spine and Jiseok looked at him, yearning on his twitching red cock, and closed the door.
He felt overwhelmed, and had no room to breathe. He had to get up and shower, his hair was sticky from Jiseok fingers earlier, his face was smeared by Jooyeon's saliva, his lower body was gross and covered with lube and his own precum. His body felt like it's about to break just by the teasing from the Nuggets, and he still had the whole day ahead of him.
He let out a small cry when getting up on his feet, he reached to touch the base of the plug on his entrance, gasping more. It did feel like it was customized just for him, not only was it his favorite color, but his inside wrapped around it so well, too well. Obviously, the amount of times they were doing it had paid off.
Stumbling towards the bathroom, he tried to hold himself not to collapse to the ground every step he made. The dorm was so quiet. The Nuggets had left for sure, bringing news about Gunil to the team and preparing themselves to make the best birthday out of him. He was getting hard again. Dreading this still, he was excited.
******
Gunil did skate his way to the company as instructed, lucky that this was 8:30 on the Sunday morning and not many people outside yet as it was a weekend. Otherwise, they’d be looking at him shivering, jerking and occasionally whimpering all the way there. He even wore the thickest jeans he could find as he had to cover his hardness from being visible, and today was one of the hottest days since summer started, resulting in his legs were burning and sweating once he stepped out of the house, and the thick and rough fabric was rubbing painfully against his crotch, So… no way he’s winning in this.
He took a proof photo and sent it to the group chat to verify that he did what he was told, or else he’d be punished. He couldn’t take more punishment as the tradition was already a torture itself. But, this might be a bit easier for him than walking, as he’d be shaking all the time with the plug moving inside of him, he thanked Jungsu quietly. He stared at the picture of himself from the high angle he just took, faint bruises from Jooyeon’s hand was still on his neck, his lips were swollen and bruised. He blushed when thinking of the earlier scene.
Minnie : lookin’ sexy hyung! [8:34 am]
Minnie : Come to my practice room before lunch [8:34 am]
Seungmin sent him a private message. He didn’t answer back. He’s too nervous about the day ahead of him.
Gunil gulped down a whimper as the skate hit a rough surface on the footpath, sending the plug to nudge gently against his prostate. It took him almost twice as long to reach the company. He stopped the skate and walked as fast as he could pass the reception, bowed to greet the staff, scanned his thumb and went down to the underground where all the practice rooms for artists were located. All of these used so much afford to control his whole body not to give in to the electrical sensation that went up and down his spine. He practically ran to his studio, slammed the door shut, locked the door and dropped down to the ground, back against the door.
He’s shaking badly, gasping for air and letting out a breathy moan. Hands pressed in between his shivering legs as if he suppressing his bubbling orgasm. He’s super horny right now. But this was just the start and he had work to do. So he got up to his desk, and started doing what he should be doing, secretly wishing for someone to rile him up right on the spot.
The AC was already on, this made him feel a little bit more comfortable. He felt his body less tense once he focused on the screens and his own thoughts, even though the warm-up exercise for the melody and the lyrics today were sexier and hotter than usual. He turned off the phone notification as he always did when he’s working, time passed by quickly. When he looked at his phone once he’s done with his work and saw 5 missed calls from Seungmin and unread messages from both private and group chats, he knew that he’s so fucked.
<< Minnie >>
Minnie : Hyung, meet me in 5, okay? [11:26 am]
Minnie : Gunil? You busy? [11:45 am]
Minnie : Pick up the phone. Do not make me mad. [12:06 pm]
<< XDZ rock the galaxy >>
DyongJungie : good morning babe, can’t wait to see you <3 [8:48 am]
Joo : ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ nice lips and don't cum on the way Nillie. Anddddd Jiseok is drooling over you, gross [9:12 am]
Hyungjunnie : Be careful of cars hyung [9:15 am]
Minnie : Gunil! Answer your fucking phone! [12:12 pm]
<< Hyungjunnie >>
Hyungjunnie : hyung please reply Seungmin
: He’s going insane [12:23 am]
Now it’s 12:45 pm. He sprang himself up and had to pause because the toy stirred in him. He headed to Seungmin’s practice room immediately. They were not so far apart, the fact that Seungmin respected his working time and did not march up to his studio instantly was very well appreciated, after all, they were professionals.
But he’d have to pay the price…. Badly.
He knocked on the door and it swung open fast. A hand grabbed on his arm and pulled him in. Gunil whined as the momentum also moved the toy. He already worked up from walking here. He heard the door slammed shut, lock clicked.
Seungmin stared down on his winced face, clearly upset. His slender fingers wrapped tight on his slightly quivering wrist.
“You’re late,” he intoned.
“I’m sorry, Minnie. I was caught at work…” Gunil reached his free hand to Seungmin’s face, which he kissed back on his palm. He exhaled slowly and relaxed his body, hand still held tight on Gunil.
“You are very late,”
“Sorry…” Gunil’s round eyes shivered by his cold tone.
Seungmin moved his eyes from his eyes down to his bruised lips, and smirked.
“Jooyeon?” Gunil nodded shyly.
“That bastard doesn't know how to play with pretty stuff, huh,” Gunil’s face always started burning when he heard his boyfriends talking like he’s a toy.
Before he could say anything, Seungmin let go of his arm and pulled him close by his waist, chest to chest, another hand gripped on his chin to slightly lift his face up, and their lips met. Gunil wriggled a little due to the uncomfortable feeling under his pants. Seungmin noticed this and Gunil could feel his wicked smile on his own lips. The hand on his back moved down to the waistband of his jeans, grabbed and yanked it up. Gunil seized up, collapsed on Seungmin’s body, hands gripping tight on his shoulder, whimpering and about to break into sobbing in Seungmin’s mouth. He seized the opening and sent his soft tongue to touch the elder’s. Lucky that Seungmin was very private while he’s practicing, so he put some papers over the window on the door, so no one could peek through.
They kissed deeply. Seungmin was a good kisser, he took his time nudging on his tongue and lips, touching his palette slowly, giving him goosebumps. He could feel that the younger was moving impossibly closer, the gap between their lips was gone. Now the real show has begun. The hand on his chin moved to his nape, deadlocking him in. The other hand which on his waistband earlier moved down even more to his ass, clawing on the cheek. Seungmin was sucking the life out of him, leaving him moaning in his throat pitifuly. Jooyeon took him like an animal, wild and raw. Seungmin was different, he tasted like a fine wine, sweet at first but swirled his head in full vertigo once kept drinking, dangerous. He shoved his tongue down the throat and pulled the elder’s tongue into his mouth. Gunil’s sight went blurry and he felt like he was drowning, he desperately pushed the younger one away in hope of stopping him from taking his soul, but the other wouldn’t budge. Not until his moan became breathless and his body went limp, Seungmin then finally let go of him, a silvery string of saliva connected them together for a short while before breaking away.
Gunil dropped onto Seungmin's chest, clutching his black t-shirt to hold himself standing on trembling legs, feeling like he’s been used ten times already. Seungmin gently stroked his head, still clawing on his bum, laughing in his throat. He knew that he was waiting, waiting for him to beg for it.
He’d wanted to rebel, to put his foot down and demand his leadership back. But his body wouldn’t listen, and his brain was too fried. He saw Seungmin’s brow lifted up, like he’s waiting for him to say the magic word, hands still moving all over his body. He had no choice, He needed this, and needed it now.
“‘Min… please…” He pleaded.
“Please what hyung. If you want it, you have to say it,” Seungmin nipped at the tip of his ear playfully, whispering.
“...I need you, I need your cock, please…” Gunil cried out at last. He’s so worked up that he needed a real burning flesh inside of him.
Seungmin laughed, his hyung was so cute begging to be fucked out so profanely, but it’d be too easy to give it to him now, right? There’s still a consequence of making him wait.
The slender fingers gripped on Gunil’s jaws, squeezing them hard. He looked up at the younger’s fierce eyes, and begged through his. Seungmin’s still smiling wickedly, turning the elder’s body to have his back against his chest, wrapping another arm on his waist. Gunil inhaled sharply from the motion. There’s a big mirror in front of them, the one that Seungmin always took his picture with. He saw his face burning red on Seungmin’s grip, tilted his head up forcing him to look at his filthy and horny expression. He twisted his head with embarrassment, trying to look away, but Seungmin held him tight, mouth nipping at the pulse on his neck and looking at him right in the eyes in the mirror.
“Look at you hyung, need it badly, don’t you?” Gliding his lips up and down his long neck, keeping eye contact. “I have a present for you but you’d been bad to me, so I might be a bit more aggressive,” Gunil’s lips quivering, eyes tearing, he was so beautiful. How’s he gonna let his pretty hyung go? Jealousy soaking in his chest, eyes darken. He’ll crush him a little, just a little bit, to remind him that he is his, that he cannot leave. He sniffed his hyung skin, smelled like a green tea body wash that Jungsu used, mixed with his smell of sweat. That’s alright, he will replace it with his scent later.
“On your knees,” he obeyed. “Good boy, be nice and I will make you feel so good you want to die, okay?” the one standing pat his nodding head.
Seungmin grabbed the zip lock in his backpack, pulled out a pair of surgery rubber glove, alcohol wipe, and a thin, silver knotted rod with a loop on the top that’s about 1 inch long. Gunil’s eyes widening with disbelief. Seungmin cleaned his hands, put on gloves and cleaned the sound thoroughly.
“Take off your pants,” He ordered without looking at him, making him feel so neglected, but he did what he was told. Pulling his jeans and underwear off. His cock was half hard and leaking.
He finally seated himself behind Gunil, they both sitting down on the floor, legs spreaded, leaning on the sofa behind them.
“Pull your knee up to your chest,” another order rolled out, he whimpered as this was an embarrassing position to be in front of the mirror. The younger one seemed impatient now, grabbing his cock and stroking it, drawing a scream from his chest. He threw himself back onto Seungmin’s broad chest, legs and toes curled up and shaking violently.
“There you go,” Seungmin laughed. Hands kept stroking his cock until it’s fully erect.
“‘Minnie! I’m gonna cum!” Gunil panted out. And whined when Seungmin let go of his cock.
“You are not allowed to, remember? Hold it hyung, you are doing great,” Gunil writhing uselessly and whining in his boyfriend’s arms, hips moving to find some friction that didn’t exist anymore.
“Look in the mirror, you are beautiful, Nillie, so pretty,” Seungmin took a hold of his cock again, this time he touched the sound on his slit, stirring it gently in his precum. Gunil stopped squirming with fear, his hands grabbed on Seungmin’s arms, breathing heavily.
“Min-ah, wait, would it hurt?” His shivering question made Seungmin melt. He kissed on his cheek.
“No honey, you’ll feel great, I promise, But if you feel like stopping you have to tell me, got it?” Seungmin coxed. Gunil nodded at his soft words.
“Verbal, honey, I need to hear it from you,”
“Yes..” He breathed.
“I’ve got you, love, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Gunil could feel his affection again, that’s all he needed. Lacing his fingers onto Seungmin’s t-shirt, the back of his head laid right above his heart, so he turned his head to the side, pressing his ear where Seungmin’s heart lay under his flesh. He could hear and felt the thumbing against his ear, he grinned a little as he realized that the younger was very excited, too. So he’d let him have fun on his body.
“You look like a painting, hyung,” Seungmin said to him through the mirror. Their eyes met and smiled at each other.
“Let’s get back to our business, shall we?” Seungmin put on his facade again, Gunil hummed back with a deep voice. He was still shaking hard.
Watching Seungmin slowly press the sound in his urethral opening, once the toy’s head slipped inside, his body froze. The sensation was nothing like he ever experienced, it was both torturous and yet so ethereal he could float away. Seungmin saw that he’s tensing in his arm, couldn’t even make a sound, so he continued nipping at his ear, whispering sweet words to keep him sane. His body just stopped working entirely, only quivering quietly. Each bead kept going in, replacing the precum that was oozing out, dripping onto Seungmin’s hand on his cock.
“How do you feel, honey? You okay?” Seungmin asked softly once the silver-loop top touched his tip. Gunil could only let out short pants, his muscle’s spasming like he’s in pain.
“Hyung, please answer,” Seungmin lifted up his face to see if he still had a soul left in him.
Gunil finally slowly nodded. His eyes were fogged. He felt like he could cum right now, but he also felt like he couldn’t. He wanted to feel someone inside of him and yet he needed to be inside of someone. The push and pull was making him insane. He was far beyond boiling point, hours of torture had finally broke him, he’d fuck Jooyeon’s bass if he had to.
“Seungmin, baby, please fuck me, I can’t anymore,” He pushed himself up to face him, hands unzipping Seungmin’s pants clumsily. Seungmin let him pull his cock out, it's been hard since they were kissing. Gunil didn’t think much about it, bent down and kissing Seungmin’s beautiful wet cock before gulping the whole length into his throat, letting the elder use his saliva as lube to prepare for insertion. He couldn’t help but breathe heavily on Gunil’s burning tongue stroking up and down his length. He snapped the gloves out of his hands while Gunil’s at it.
Seungmin licked his lips and admired his workmanship. He wanted to swallow him whole, so nobody could take him away. Branded him so everybody knows that this hyung was his, his mouth belonged on his, his skin’s only to be touched by his lips, his hole’s only to be filled by him, he wanted to cover him with his cum so he could only reek with his scent. Only if he could… if only.
His cock was wet enough now, and Gunil was even wetter. Seungmin reached to stop Gunil from sucking him, he whined a bit, and it was muffled by the other’s lips.
“You are a piece of art, baby, my piece of art,” Seungmin said in between their kisses. He pulled the elder on his lap, letting him straddling. His finger reached to the plug, and pulled it out in one strike. Gunil tightened his arms around his neck, grinding uncontrollably on Seungmin’s t-shirt, rubbing his aching cock on it, mouths still connected. He’s leaking the lube the Nuggets put in him in the morning, his hole pulsing like it needed something to fill with.
“Inside, please ’Min,” He gasped.
“Got you sweetheart,” Seungmin pulled off both of their shirts, and threw them away, showing his lean and firm body from gym’s hour with Gunil. He’s too, Gunil’s work of art. He squeezed Gunil’s waist tight, it'd be bruised, and thrusted his hip up while pressing him down on his cock, all the way to the base. One thrust and Gunil was gone, cock leaking white beads dripping through the toy. He’s trembling on the younger’s shoulder, sobbing. He couldn’t release his cum as it was blocking the path. Seungmin kept fucking him hard like he’s a fleshlight, a disposable toy, didn’t afraid that he’d break; yet he’s pulsing and squeezing on his boy’s hot length like a whore. He felt like he just cum again, it did feel like he came, but nothing was shooting out except for the precum that has been leaking for the whole time. He felt overwhelmed by the pleasure but unsatisfied.
“What…!?” he gasped.
“You just dry cum, honey,” Seungmin told him without stopping his hip.
“Hng.. huh..!?” Another hot wave swallowed his body, but he still needed more. He bit on his fist to prevent the scream, they were still at the company after all.
“God, you squeeze so good on me, baby, this is your third, right? Damn. What a slut,” Gunil whimpered on that remark. He’s crying again from overstimulation and an unsatisfied knot that tied around his belly. He reached down to stroke his plugged cock but Seungmin grabbed his hand before he could touch it, and lifted their bodies to have Gunil laid on the floor, pining his hands by the sides of his head.
“This is your punishment for keeping me waiting, Gunillie,” Seungmin circled his hips on Gunil’s pulling a weak whine from him.
“I’m sorry, baby, please!” He’s desperate now, knowingly he couldn’t properly cum until they got back home, but he really did wish to be released.
“Cum like that for me one more time, babe, and I will make it stop,” Seungmin started moving his hip against Gunil’s. He could feel that his thighs were burning up another wave. Seungmin loved to look in the eyes while fucking, his fierce foxy eyes were so white hot they branded on his skin. Tears rolled down as he arched his back pushing his body on his cock and dry cum for the fourth time. Precum leaking on his stomach, while the one on top pounded him one more thrust and filled him whole. They both grunting and whimpering their way down from their high.
Seungmin picked up the blue plug and slid it back in Gunil’s puffy hole before his cums could drip out. Gunil let out a desperate scream so loud that if someone walked past, they’d hear. He stopped himself with difficulty and laid trembling under Seungmin, sobbing in despair which made Seungmin feel a bit guilty.
“Let’s clean you up,” He ignored the pang of guilt and cleaned up Gunil’s body.
“Keep both on, I’ll be checking from the boys,” Talking about the toys, Seungmin put his precum-stained t-shirt back on, snorted like he’s disgusted by it, and put on an oversize jacket to hide the stain. Gunil’s heart sank again. He knew it’s all a facade but still felt emotionally hurt by his actions.
“Hyeongjun brought you lunch, he’s waiting,” He scrolled through his phone.
Gunil exhaled deep, still trying to catch some strength after all the sex. Seungmin and he walked out to the hall together, acting normal, but he was clinging on Seungmin’s arms the whole time, or else he'd have collapsed. Jungsu stumbled on them.
“Hey, you two had fun?” Jungsu’s mouth corner lifted.
Gunil was so sure that he would smell all the sex they were reeking. The thought made him so worked up he was tearing up again, now with both toys inside him, it was ten times harder to suppress the urge. He avoided Jungsu’s stare, face getting hot. Jungsu must have known that something was off.
“What did you do, Oh Seungmin?” He growled. Noticed all the bruises on his hyung’s jaws and wrists. Did they play it too rough? He’s worried.
“You’d know soon enough, hyung,” Seungmin scoffed back. “If you could get him before others do,” he sneered.
“Hyung, are you okay?” He ignored him.
Jungsu was so so so sweet, his heart was so painful that he had to flinch away from his touch, otherwise he’d climb on him right on the spot. Jungsu looked hurt from his reaction.
“I have an assignment, sorry I couldn’t be with you now,” Staring at his hands on Seungmin’s arm, Jungsu’s eyes got darker a shade.
“Left-over for you then, hyung,” the younger one shot back, all smug. Gunil’s about to cry for real this time.
“Hey! Be nice!” Jungsu hissed, about to throw hands, looking at his hyung’s watery eyes.
“C’mon, he loves it when I talk like this, right, babe? Moaning like a bitch in heat on my cock, if you could be knotted, I think I would,” Seungmin spit his poison. “That’s for wasting my time, too,” he whispered and nuzzled his cheek. “Fucked him dumb, tho. You might need a new fucking toy,” he smirked at Jungsu.
“Yah!” Jungsu has a shocked expression on his face, turning to look at Gunil. His bangs cover part of his face, but he could still see that he’s crying because his bruised mouth is shivering, and he could hear a small sob. He tried to pull his boyfriend in again.
Once again Gunil dodged his hands, he’s afraid that if Jungsu holds him, he’d break, he’d beg for a stop. And he knew that Jungsu’d called it quits immediately once he begged. He couldn't do that, as their leader, it wouldn’t be fair for the rest. Even so, his own scenario seemed to be the most extreme. He also couldn’t admit that this situation has secretly aroused him so badly.
“Let’s go, Min,” Gunil whispered, pulling him away. He didn’t wish to cause a scene, even though the only artists in the building were them, but the staff might notice.
Jungsu clenched his fist and let them go.
“I’ll take care of you later, Nillie,” He could tell that he really meant it, not an act for this birthday fun, but he would actually be taken care of by Jungsu later. The assurance warmed his heart.
******
Hyeongjun was waiting for him in his studio, and Seungmin left to join the Nuggets. Gunil gladed that Hyeongjun knows he’d not want to be in public right now. They had lunch together. Nothing much going on, they were just talking about work, their band’s direction, their future comebacks. Gunil’s calm with Hyeongjun, he’s always his rock. Until a simultaneous ding from their phones, must be their group chat. Gunil’s too worked up, both mentally and sexually, to care right now, so he let it be Hyungjun’s duty to read.
Once he opened a video file Seungmin had sent, Hyeongjun’s face was burned red. The moaning and the dirty talking echo in the studio, he tried to turn it off but his hands were shaking so bad. Seungmin just shared a sex tape between him and Gunil.
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Minnie : Told you, he’s moaning like a bitch on me, Jungsu-ah. [3:36 pm]
Gunil’s face went pale. He got up and walked out of the studio so fast like he didn’t care about the toys anymore. Hyeongjun ran after him once he worked through his shock, though he cannot deny that the video was incredibly hot.
He found Gunil on the bathroom floor in one of the stalls, looking so pale like he might vomit.
“Hyung-nim, if you are not okay, please tell me,” Hyeongjun closed the door behind and sat beside him.
Gunil shook his head, how could he say that he wanted to cum so badly right now, he wanted to jerk himself off and put an end to this misery. But he’s afraid that Seungmin would be displeased if he took out the toy without permission. That video was just adding more heat to him. Still he couldn’t believe that Seungmin had filmed them having sex, making him so hotly hypersensitive.
“Seungmin said something about the toy, what is it, hyung? He needs a picture,” Hyeongjun read his private DM.
Gunil shivered. Hyeongjun’s phone rang. They both startled.
“Min is calling,” he picked up the call.
‘Hey, unzip his pants, and take a picture now, they wanna see it,’ Seungmin’s voice came through.
“The fuck? Min,”
‘Do it now, I’ll be waiting,’ he hung up.
Hyeongjun shrunk his shoulder with disbelief, but curiosity had gotten the best part of him, so he whispered ‘ I’m sorry, hyung’ to Gunil, unbuckled his belt and zipped down his pants. Gunil just hid his burning face in his quivering palms the whole time. The younger slided his underwear to reveal his dick and gasped with awe. Gunil’s cock was shiny and red, twitching as if it needed to be touched. The silver loop laying on the tip was moving a little when it twitched. Hyeongjun swallowed his glutinous saliva. His abdomen started to set fire. He could feel that his pants were becoming tighter.
Hyeongjun shakenly took a photo, and the flash went off. Gunil felt so exposed, the humiliation just went on and on, making him super emotional and sensitive.
“Hyung, you look so edible, like a candy,” he whimpered at Hyeongjun’s words. He sent the picture to Seungmin.
“Can I taste it?” Hyeongjun asked lightly, bent down quickly to Gunil’s cock. His soft warm tongue touched Gunil like a feather. He wheezed, gripping on the other’s shoulder, shaking his head frantically. Hyeongjun saw that so he stopped, pushing down the urge to just pin him down, eat him alive until he cried for mercy, begging him to stop.
“L… let me,” Gunil moved close to him, pushed Hyeongjun to sit on the closed toilet seat, kneeled between his legs and unzipped his slack.
“Hyung! wait!” he protested, before the hyung nipped on his hard shaft. Gunil wouldn’t listen, sucking on the side, glazing it with his spit. Hyeongjun hunched, arms wrapped around Gunil’s head.
“Hmmm… The head, hyung, on the tip,” Hyeongjun whispered through his pants, giving in. His mouth felt so good on his cock, like it was designed for sucking. Gunil obeyed, sucking on the glans, tongue rubbing hard on frenulum. Hyeongjun panted and squirmed, making Gunil so pleased that he finally had made someone beg for it at the least.
“Gunil-hyung, harder! Please !” Hyeongjun looked down on Gunil, seeing his cock was leaking and looking frustrated, so he moved his sneakers under his crotch to nudge on his plugged butt. Gunil’s body twitched harshly, moaning on his cock. The vibration sent Hyeongjun closer to the edge, he held on to his hyung hair, tangled in his fingers. Gunil could feel that Hyeongjun’s cock was moving further down his throat, he couldn’t pull away, rutting helplessly on Hyeongjun’s feet, trying not to gag, hand gripped tight on Hyeongjun’s spreading thigh.
“God, you are so good, hyung, can I cum in your mouth? Please” Hyeongjun tilted his face to have him look at his eyes. He nodded, tears running down.
“‘M close, huh. your mouth feel so good, so good for me, so …” He thrusted his hip, fucking Gunil’s face. He hugged Gunil’s neck closer, slid his whole length down his throat and held it in for several seconds, and then pulled out just for the tip to remain inside his mouth, he cummed. Gunil gagged but kept his posture.
“Suck on it, hyung,” He grunted, forcing Gunil to suck his the tip of his cock while releasing his cum. Gunil was sucking him dry, like a popsicle. Finally, panting hard, Hyeongjun pushed Gunil out by his neck.
“Let me see if you swallow it all, hyung-nim, open your mouth-pussy, please,” Gunil trembled a little before doing so, Hyeongjun cum so much, he couldn’t swallow it all.
“This won’t do, hyung, go on. Finish it,” Hyeongjun saw his pool of white cum in his mouth, closed his jaws, thump smeared his cum that was dripping down all over Gunil’s lips and cheek.
Gunil shut his eyes and did it in one swallow and gasped for air. Hyeongjun tasted bitter-sweet, his head felt dizzy, he didn’t even realize that Hyeongjun dressed him up and helped him get back on his feet.
“Good. Let’s call it a day for work, Gunil-hyung, rest. I’ll cover for you,” He kissed Gunil’s glistening lips. Gunil thanked him a million times in his head.
Hyeongjun walked him back to the studio, he thanked his one and only reliable boyfriend and they parted. About to collect his belongings and head home, when he saw unwelcome guests sitting on his couch, one smiling evilly and one looking like he’s on drugs, grinding on the evil one’s lap, watching his video with Seungmin.
“Didn’t know you can be an actor, hyung, very fucking nice,” Jooyeon grinned at him.
His inside was boiling up again.
Jooyeon dropped Jiseok to the side, walked towards him and pulled in for a kiss. He didn’t resist.
“Hm? You tasted like Hyeongjunnie?” Jooyeon cocked his head in surprise, before tasting him again. “Yeah, you blew Junnie just now, didn’t you. Hey, Jiseok come and taste him,” Jiseok tilted his head up from the phone screen, stumbled to Gunil and licked his cum-stained face.
Gunil didn’t resist again, he let Jiseok sucking on his lips.
“Wow, he really does taste like Hyeongjun!” He finally let him breathe.
“Now it’s our turn to play with you,” Jooyeon waved his phone, screen showing his dickpic with the sound. Blood rushed up to his face, so now they all knew… what if Jungsu… He wouldn’t dare think.
“Jiseok has been whining about you all day, he just wants to ride you, so annoying,” Jooyeon shot at his boyfriend.
“Hey, you also wanted to pound on hyung, too, don’t act like you don’t think of him!”
They talked like he wasn’t there, if he slipped out the door, would they notice him gone? But before doing anything, Jooyeon pushed him on the couch and they dropped on his sides.
“Ayy, you can’t go anywhere, hyung. We’re gonna have some fun,” Jooyeon smiled brightly, he almost went blind. God, his boyfriend’s so beautiful. He closed his mouth on him again, one hand massaging his thigh up so high he could touch his crotch, another hand on his nape, thumping behind his ear.
He could feel Jiseok was unzipping his pants on his left side. His hard cock bounced out, touched by cold AC air, giving him goosebumps. He moaned and twisted his hip uncontrollably.
“Whoa..” Jiseok bent down so close to his cock, he could feel his breath on it. God , he’s going to burst. “Hyung-nim, you’re very pretty, so ready to be eaten,”
Without asking, without permission from him, he nibbled on the tip. Gunil’s eyes widened Pushed Jooyeon away wildly and grabbed on Jiseok's hair, wrenched him away from his cock. Right now Jiseok’s face was lying on his left thigh, his boba eyes filled with tears from pain, looking up at Gunil panting hard, crushing his teeth, his sweaty bangs covering half of his face. Jooyeon just sat idly, one arm on the sofa back, watching his two boyfriends having a scene, entertained.
“You must ask first, Jiseok,” Gunil grunted with difficulty. Loosen his hand a bit on his hair, once the tension went down and his brain can think again.
“I’m sorry, hyung-nim, but, please, can I? please ,” He slid down on the floor, placed himself between Gunil’s thigh, begging for his cock, rested his chin on his hyung knee. He’s looking like a puppy asking for a treat.
“Take your cock out and I’ll think about it,” Gunil let go of his hair. Right now he’s just stalling, he wasn’t sure if he’s ready for physical contact, his cock’s aching painfully, so itchy , he’d lose his mind if he was not prepared. Teasing Jiseok helped a bit, though, watching someone in agony was very delightful.
Jiseok took off his shorts and briefs so fast, half-lidded eyeing hungrily on Gunil’s cock all the time, panting. He’s so close now, he’s been craving it since this morning. He’s also very hard, his cute tip was leaking and twitching. He’s noticeably smaller than Gunil but it suits him, making him look more angelic.
“Finger yourself,” Gunil demanded. The temperature in the studio seemed to be getting hotter.
Without question, Jiseok slicked his fingers with his spit, reaching behind and sending one by one finger inside. He’s trembling more and more after each finger. Cheek resting on Gunil’s inner thigh, puffing hot breath on his cock. Gunil latched onto his soft hair again, preventing naughty Jiseok from moving closer to his crotch. Jiseok whimpered from frustration, he’s just an inch away from tasting Gunil-hyung, free hand reaching for his own aching cock.
Gunil lightly kicked his hand away, “Did I say you can touch yourself?” Jiseok whined, wiggled on his hyung thigh. The touch of Jiseok’s face made him lightheaded, if he pushed down his cock a little bit, it’d touch his plum lips.
Gunil decided that he’s at his limit, fuck the rules. He was about to pull the sound out, but Jooyeon moved quickly, gripping tight on his wrist. He completely forgot about this devil child. Fuck, he panted.
“Uh-ah, hyung, this ain’t fair though. How can we look up to you if you can’t even follow simple rules? And you are making us look bad, is that what you are doing!?” Jooyeon ranted.
“No… I…,” His cock was really itchy , he’s about to cry.
“Then, be a good boy and keep fucking with Jiseok, I’m having fun,” Jooyeon cut him off, and let go of his hand.
Jiseok seemed lost in his own head, didn’t even notice the bickering, but kept mindlessly fingering himself, hazy eyes staring at Gunil’s cock.
Gunil took a deep breath. He might need Jiseok’s help on this now.
“Jiseok-ah come here,” he patted his tight. Jiseok took out the fingers and climbed on his hyung’s lap immediately, straddling him. He pressed his cock on Gunil’s, he eagerly rutted on it, moaning breathily. Gunil was heavily panting, his insides were burning white, his brain was melting. He grabbed his asscheeks, spreading them apart, circling his rim with his rough finger.
“H…Hyung, please fuck me,” Jiseok mewled, despressed to be filled up. He knew how much Gunil’s cock was good for him, how it could reach somewhere that others couldn't, the thought sent a shiver down his spine, hips moving to follow his hyung’s fingers.
“I might if you cum with your ass. Can you do that for me, puppy? Can you cum without being touched?” He sent two fingers inside Jiseok’s mouth, wetting them before insertion. His head tilted back, moaning in his throat with affirmation, and sucking on Gunil’s fingers.
“Good boy,” Gunil pulled his fingers out. His other hand’s still on Jiseok’s butt, pressing his body onto him. Slowly pushed his saliva coated fingers in, he could feel the younger trembling and arching back on his fingers.
“You can take two in one go? Jiseok-ah, you’re getting better,” He moved around inside, knew by heart where he’d feel good, but intentionally avoided it, making Jiseok sobbed and begged.
“Please hyung, deeper, please,” He tried to fuck back on Gunil, but the hand gripping on his butt was stopping him to do so, so he just pulsing his hole despressly to Gunil’s fingers.
Gunil’s leaking so bad, he wanted to shove his cock into his boy ass, and just fuck his life out of his body. But one last drop of consciousness told him not to, the sound would hurt them both. Only thing he could do right now was torture Jiseok, so he could feel little less sorry for himself.
“Like this?” he pushed in deeper, but went around his prostate and circled next to it.
“No , hyung-nim, please a little more, a little more ,” Jiseok wrapped his arms around Gunil’s neck, whined into the crook of his neck. The tips of their cock lightly touched, making Gunil groan in his throat. His hand locked around his boyfriend’s skinny leg to have him lift away from grinding on his cock. The other hand kept teasing inside.
Jooyeon was on a move, placed himself over Jiseok, reached down under him to grab Gunil’s jeans and underwear, pulled it with great force so they slipped right out of his bottom, before taking them out completely out of his ankles. The momentum had Gunil and Jiseok sliding to the edge of the sofa.
“Jooyeon!” Gunil acclaimed, panting because Jiseok was now crashing onto him, cocks rubbing. The butt plug was nudging on his prostate. His brain went white for a second. Jiseok raggedly whined, grinding his cock on Gunil’s.
“Oops, sorry hyung, I thought you needed some help,” He grinned.
Jooyeon gripped on the base of the plug, slowly moved it out, just before it slipped out of Gunil, he shoved it back. Gunil gasped, and Jiseok pressed his lips onto his. The maknae continued to fuck the toy on him, the one straddling him kept fucking his fingers, grinding on his aching cock, kissing him. All of this was happening at the same time. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t react, just leaning on the couch and letting them take everything from him.
“Hyung-nim, will you fuck me, please?” Jiseok seemed to reach his limit, begging sweetly on his lips. But sadly he couldn’t give it to him.
“Sorry, Seok-ah, but I really can’t today,” He said it seriously, grunting while Jooyeon played with his asshole.
“Liar! You said if I cum without touching myself you would!, please hyung!” He whined and cried with want.
“I’m sorry, baby, I’m afraid that this would hurt you,” He implied to the sound in his penis, Jiseok bit his lips, crying for not getting what he wanted.
“But… but…” He was so disappointed, heartbroken even, he was so looking forward to playing with Gunil, and Seungmin ruined that for him, he would make sure to have him pay the price later.
“I know, but let me help you, okay?” Gunil’s a sweetheart, he still took care of his member even in this situation.
He touched Jiseok’s beautiful cock, it looked quite small in his hand, pumping along the length. The pink tip disappeared and reappeared on each stroke. Jiseok gasped.
“Hyung-nim, your fingers too, please,” Jiseok whimpered. His thighs were shaking on Gunil’s lap.
Gunil started to move his fingers as asked, this time pressed directly on the right spot, and kept his motion going. “Right here, baby?” He teased him, knowingly well where’s his switch.
“Yes, there, yes, so good, hyung,” Jiseok panted into Gunil’s lips, hips moving back and forth, fucking on the older’s fingers and hand. His hyung was so sweet on him, his hand felt so good on his dick, years of holding drumsticks made it so rough, and it’s so hot, melting him like ice-cream in the middle of the Summer. Precum leaking onto his hand.
Jiseok was shaking violently, as the orgasm bubbling up in his tummy, his scrotum pressed on Gunil’s hot length, he could feel it throbbing against him, he could see that it was leaking because of him. Gunil’s hands kept fucking him passionately, once he saw his precum dripping right onto the sliver ring on Gunil’s slit, and it gaped, leaked more slivery precum, and twitched. Jiseok just descended. Cum shot out all over the hyung slightly exposed abs under his shirt, some stray drops got to his chin, he looked so beautiful covered in his cum. The rest dripped from Gunil’s hand onto his aching cock. His fingers were still rubbing harshly on his prostate. He sobbed and begged for him to stop.
“I thought you want me to fuck you, Seok-ah,” Gunil teased.
“T.. Too much, hyung-nim, I just…!” He came again, a small amount of cum dripped out, Gunil scooped up and put it on his own tongue before reeled the younger in closer so he could smear the cum back to the owner’s mouth. The nasty kiss spinned their heads like a storm.
“You did not just forget about me,” Jooyeon said sulkily, stopping toying Gunil, pushing Jiaeok away from him. Breathlessly, laying still and watching those two play instead.
Jooyeon’s slender cock was out, glistening and in full length, and it seemed like he’s been jerking himself off on them. He unplugged Gunil, positioning his laps under the older’s thighs, so he could keep his legs apart. His left hands gripped on his hip, thump dug into his jerking tummy, then, he slipped in, just for the tip. Gunil’s broken whimpers filled the studio again, shaky legs crossed behind his waist.
“Keep this for me, will you?” Jooyeon smirked. Gunil arched his back weakly. This was so filthy of them. He was crying as he watched Jooyeon pumping on his remaining length. The noise was too dirty to handle, his face was burning and full of tears.
Jooyeon grunted and he could feel something waving hotly inside, the maknae came so much he thought it was going to spill out. Suddenly, he pushed all the way in, Gunil seized up like touching live wire, cock twitching hard, letting out a depressed cry. His hole grabbed Jooyeon tight, didn’t want to let go, but he pulled out and the plug was back to its place. He writhed pitiably under Jooyeon, crying quietly.
“An early birthday present from me,” Jooyeon nuzzled his trembling neck.
Gunil slid from the couch onto the floor, buried his face into his knees and shook uncontrollably. Jiseok crawled down to him, hugged him quietly, giving a space for him to sob in his chest. The elder’s arms wrapped around him, clinged on him tight. Jiseok’s heart melted, caressing his back to soothe him, until Gunil could catch his breath again, but still he’s so sensitive, he needed to go home.
Jooyeon cleaned their body with baby wipes, helping to dress Gunil up. He threw his windbreaker over hyung’s shoulder for him to use on the way back to the dorm. Cupping his cheek, he looked into Gunil’s red, puffy eyes; they flickered upon his gaze, and couldn't stop himself from kissing him passionately. Gunil closed his eyes, let himself enjoy the deep kiss Jooyeon rarely gave, this was the true present. When their mouths parted, he found himself wanting for more, lips following the maknae’s greedily.
“Go home safely, hyung, we’ll see you real soon,” He smiled wide, but Gunil felt uneasy and shivered.
******
It was about 7 PM when he reached home, the day had gone by hazily. Multiple events, plays, sexes happened within hours. He headed to shower before anything, washed out the sweat, cum, and all the icky feeling away down the drain. It was not like he felt disgusted by it, it was just about what Jungsu would think, he worried that Jungsu would be revolted by his overly used body. He still kept the toys untouched though, like a good leader he was.
He felt a lot more comfortable now. After lunch with Hyeongjun, he hadn’t been eating anything else, … except, let’s not think about that. But he was not hungry. So he just laid on his bed, let his body sink into the mattress, at least he changed the bedsheet already, so it wasn’t gross. The sun hasn't set as this is in the middle of summer. But the nightlight was already on. It was very cozy.
His body was aching, he wanted to take a nap before Jungsu came home. But he couldn’t find the right sleeping position for him to drift into his sleep. He remembered that Jungsu had a bolster, he was very attached to it, and couldn't sleep without it. If he just borrowed it… wouldn’t hurt, right? …Yeah, of course, it’d be fine. He really needed something to support his side, his arms were in pain like he just did a 150 kg deadlift.
So he grabbed the bolster from Jungsu’s top bunk, clutched it in his chest and legs; his nose was also buried in it. Oh, maybe this was a bad idea, it’s full of Jungsu smell, his eucalyptus shampoo, his green tea body gel, his natural odor. He missed him, nuzzled his face on the pillow, and drifted to slumber.
******
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DyongJungie : I’m heading home, no one touches him. Or I will fuck you, you don’t know how to walk again. [10:33 pm]
DyongJungie : and that means YOU, Oh Seungmin [10:34 pm]
Hyeongjun got Jungsu’s message, so he grabbed Jiseok and caged him in his room. Afraid that his bubbly boyfriend would never know how to walk again, judging from him still drooling over Gunil’s sex tape, while sucking on his cock. He signed. Lord pray for Seungmin and Jooyeon. They were lost cause.
******
Gunil woke up from his phone notification. He’s still clenching on Jungsu’s bolster. He’s thinking of him, waiting for him, wondering where he was. His phone was still lit up from the notification, but he’s too exhausted to walk up to his desk. It was dark now, the nightlight was on, giving a coziness Junsu likes. He sniffed on the bolster again, smelled of his Jungsu. The only thing that was missing was the person. His heart ached, whispering his name.
“Jungsu-ah, please come home,” Damn it , his hips started to move on the pillow. His breath became shorter, heavier. Then, he heard the door open, lifted his head up in hope to see Jungsu walking in.
“My my, having fun by yourself? Want us to help, babe?” it was Seungmin and Jooyeon. He couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of disappointment.
They invited themselves to his bed.
“Let’s warm you up for Jungsu,” Seungmin pulled him in his arms, viciously smirking at him. Looks like he’s determined to challenge Jungsu in every aspect.
“No no, wait Min!” He pleaded and tried to stop the hand gripping on his asscheek, raggedly whimpered, eyes fluttering.
“Joo wanna play with you, too, if you don’t mind,”
“Of course he wouldn’t, why would he? Look at him, he’s so ready for us,” Jooyeon moved behind Gunil, nuzzling his lips to his neck.
Gunil was caged between his taller bandmates. His brain was too dead to think, so he’s just limping in Seungmin’s arms and letting them take everything from his body. They grabbed every part of him that they could reach, even his heart, maybe he secretly wanted this, he didn’t put up much resistance, and they noticed. They took off their clothes, tossed them out of sight, then undressed him.
His body was manhandled to face Jooyeon who sent his tongue inside in a heartbeat. His neck was pulled down and now he’s laying on top of the maknae. They kept their mouths connected with a filthy kiss while Seungmin removed the anal toy from his body. The emptiness sent Gunil a shiver. He whined into Jooyeon’s kiss, grinding his hip on Jooyeon’s hard length.
“Don’t touch his cock Joo. That for Jungsu-hyung, he can have it,” Seungmin smirked.
“He’d be flipping out, Minnie,” Jooyeon said with a laugh in his voice in between their kisses.
“You don’t need any more preparation, do you? You’re so fucking wet already. I still can feel my cum inside. You keep it in all day? Wow, you’re so dirty, hyung,” Seungmin pushed his middle finger inside Gunil anyway, swirling it around. Gunil jolted like he touched a live wire, pushing himself up but Jooyeon seized him, continued to eat his lips, swallow his whimpers as he sucked on the tongue. He freed one of his hands and reach down, scratching on Gunil’s butt, leaving a red trail of claw on his soft skin, before his finger joined Seungmin’s inside him. Gunil’s eyes fluttered, trying to gasp for air. Jooyeon had a little mercy on him and let him breathe, so he let out a moaning so loud, he didn’t care anymore.
“You know? Mine is in here, too,” Jooyeon grinned as he spilled his little dirty secret to Seungmin, grabbing on Gunil’s ass, shaking it a little. Gunil futilely squirmed and brokenly sobbed into his neck, while his boyfriend violated his body.
“You dirty bastard,” Seungmin laughed, deciding that it’s time.
His eyes got darker as he pulled out his finger, so Jooyeon did too. He picked up lube from Gunil’s night stand, and stroked his already painfully hard cock with it. Jooyeon went back to kissing Gunil who was panting breathlessly, feeling like he’s drowning again.
When Seungmin finished, he reached down under Gunil and started lubing Jooyeon’s cock. He jerked a bit, half lidded eyes flickered pass through Gunil’s tilted face at the other’s lustful eyes, hips moving slowly, fucking himself to Seungmin’s hand. They kept fiery eye contact until Jooyeon was fully hard.
“Ready?” Seungmin said hotly, he’s at his limit now, also Jooyeon, both pairs of eyes filled with desire. “Let him face me,” Jooyeon let go of Gunil, helped Seungmin turn him around so his back rested on his chest, he adjusted pillows and leaned his back against the headboard of the bed, positioning his hyung between his legs, hands on his body feeling all the muscle he worked hard for, they were burning and twitching with needs. Seungmin put his hands on each of Gunil’s knees, parting them to expose his puffy hole, it’s gaping pathetically, begging to be claimed.
“You are beautiful, Gunil-hyung, our pretty hyung,” Seungmin cooed, pushing his cock in. Gunil gave an unbridled squirm, sobbing as shivers went up his spine, toes curled. His head dropped down, hands gripped tight on Jooyeon’s wrists around his waist. Once Seungmin bottomed out, he kissed softly along his jaw’s line to calm his broken cry. Eyes signaled Jooyeon to be on the move, he caught that and guided his cock to Gunil’s entrance.
“I’m going in, hyung, you okay?” Gunil shakenly nodded against Seungmin’s shoulder
“Yes, I need you, please,” He whimpered and Jooyeon’ eyes glazed with wild instinct in a heartbeat. His hyung’s plea was doing something to him, he wanted to devour him, making him his, and his only. He nudged the head past the rim, it went in easily, yet so tight. The two on top clenched their jaws, breathing hotly and heavily, while Gunil moaned weakly. Finally, he’s all in. They started to move.
“Damn it, so fucking tight,” Jooyeon grunted. Seungmin’s face was covered with sweat, panting.
Gunil sized up, dropping his head backwards on Jooyeon’s shoulder. He puffed out breaking sobs, eyes dazed out of focus, tears ran down his cheeks. He jolted uncontrollably between his boyfriends. Nails branded red crescent moons on jooyeon’s arms.
“Minnie… Min…. Touch me, please, hah,” He begged for Seungmin’s touch, knowingly he wouldn’t get it.
“No, babe, Jungsu-hyung won’t be having fun, but I can give you this,” Seungmin’s slender fingers caressed on his chest, flicking his dusky hard nipple. Gunil jolted and arched his back on Jooyeon’s cock, crying without a voice. Seungmin smiled at his reaction, kept rubbing it.
“ Fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s fucking squeezing so tight on us, what the fuck is this!?” Jooyeon whined, arms wrapped tight around Gunil’s waist, biting on the open of his neck like a wolf, marking his territory. .
“He's just dry cum, sweet, isn’t it? Look at you, baby, cumming on two cocks, untouched, serving your fantasies, right?” Seungmin purred raggedly, wiping away tears and hair from his hyung’s face.
“‘Min, you’re a fucking evil genius,” Jooyeon panted, hip moving in severe heat, thrusting nonstop inside Gunil. Licking his own biting mark on Gunil’s neck. Seungmin looked at his hyung’s face which creased with arousal and agony, full of sweat, laughing softly in his throat.
Seungmin kept his cool pace, slowly dragged in and out his cock, scrapping every crook and turn of Gunil. The difference between the two was making his head go into a frenzy. His insides were whooping up and down from jooyeon’s moves and his skin was on fire from Seungmin’s lingerings. He’s being made to cum again. Fuck , he’s cumming again.
“I think he’s about to do it again,” Seungmin smirked.
“He’s so fucking perfect,” Gunil’s whimpers mixed with his sobs. “‘bout to cum, too, hyung. Do you want me inside of you?” Jooyeon whispered into his ear, bit his neck, his jaws, hand moved up to his chest kneading his pec and rolled his hard nipple between his fingers, another clawing on his tingling belly. He gave a weak thrashing and a feeble wailing, he looked so depressed and small.
“That’s a yes then,” Jooyeon picked up his pace even more.
“You leaking so much, feel that good? We are so good for you, right? Forget about Jungsu, baby, be with us, and I’ll make you come, harder than he ever can” Seungmin breathed into his ear, nibbling his earlobe, fingers playing with pool of precum on his stomach.
“I need you, I want to… please” Gunil cried, his consciousness zeroed out, burying his teary face in Seungmin sweaty skin. He felt so hot.
“Get the fuck off of him ,” a growl interupted their play. Jungsu’s home.
“Hyung! Look, we got him ready for you,” Seungmin evilly smiled and licked his lips while thrusting onto Gunil.
Jooyeon wasn't even aware of the situation. He was just sending his cock in and out of Gunil at an animalistic pace, hands locked on his waist, eyes closed while munching on his muscular shoulder like a predator and a prey.
“I said, let go of him, he’s mine tonight,” Jungsu bared his teeth.
“C’mon, hyung, can’t you see that he’s so ready to be bred,” Seungmin grunted, tilting Gunil’s face up closer to his. He licked his shiny lips, “And he wants me, more than you right now. Right, babe?” He pecked on Gunil’s mouth, buried his cock deep, letting Jooyeon do all the work.
“Ah! yes, angel , please, huh, ” Gunil managed, his brain went all static, when Seungmin put his tongue in his mouth, he’s just unconsciously sucking on it. Seungmin purred with triumphant, lifting his brows to taunt his other hyung, mocking him ‘See? He wants me’.
Hearing his pet name called upon someone else, though it hurt him so bad, Jungsu’s last straw snapped, grabbed Seungmin by his neck and threw him back on the mattress, pinning him down. Free hand gripped tight on his cock that slipped out of Gunil, all three of them grunted. He buried his thumb nail into the slit, still choking the younger, drawing cries from Seungmin’s chest, thrashing under Jungsu, cumming nasty all over his hand. Jungsu shoved the dirty hand in Seungmin’s mouth, forcing him to lick it clean.
“There you go, Minnie, you also are a slut yourself, to be honest,” Jungsu sneered, patted Seungmin cheek when he finished. “I’ll fuck with you later,”
He turned away from Seungmin who was heaving uselessly on the end of the bunk bed. Jooyeon started his pace on Gunil again slowly, Jungsu twisted Jooyeon’s grip off Gunil and grabbed his hyung’s small waist, pulling him into his own embrace. Jooyeon growled with displease, eyes sparked with hunger fixated on Gunil who was trembling and sobbing in Jungsu’s arms. His cock’s twitching, glistening with Gunil’s wetness.
“Go use Minnie, if you’re so fucking horny, Joo,” Jungsu stared back, tighten his hug.
Jooyeon was not that brave to fight over Gunil with Jungsu, he couldn’t win in a million years.
“Fine,” He snorted. He picked up Seungmin who was still out of breath, and held him in a princess carry. Seungmin clinged on his neck wearily.
“Oh yeah, check out his cock, you’ll love it,” Jooyeon dropped a bomb and fled before Jungsu realized and killed them both.
They were gone, the door swung shut behind. There are only them in their own room, in Gunil's own bed. A familiar environment, comfortable, homie. Jungsu relaxed his wrenching heart that hadn’t rested all day long since he saw his boyfriends in the hall. And that video on group chat was just adding fuel to his burning chest. He hurried home, basically ran out of the practice room once he’s done with work.
Jungsu looked down at Gunil’s sweaty face, his shut-tight eyes shedding tears, lips were swollen and bruised; shivering, letting out small sobs as he unbridledly trembled from unfinished pleasure and unsatisfied pain. His heart prickled with thousands of needles piercing through, seeing his boyfriend like this. He’s always thought that this play was too rough for Gunil. The rest were having fun with it, they always made it fun on their own birthday. Rough? Yes, but they were wild, and they liked it. Gunil also had fun with them, he also had fun with them, but when it’s Gunil’s turn, the kids always took one step too far, taking advantage of his kindness. Gunil was gentle, he could be ruthless if he wanted to, but at the end, he’s a very sweet hyung to all of them. Last year was brutal, he had to pick up his pieces, but couldn’t compare to today. He looked so damaged, so fragile in his arm, like an injured creature, his beautiful creature. A fallen angel.
His head got a little foggy, breathe became heavier, but why does he look so beautiful like this? So beautiful he wanted to destroy him, so no one else could see him, marked him as his trophy, made everyone know that he’s the only one who got to ruin him. What is this? Is this what the kids can see through? Is this the effect of Gunil that had a hold on them? He made them want to worship him and yet to crush him. If he ruined him, would he be more beautiful? The bite marks on his neck, that Jooyeon’s, that bastard doesn’t know how to handle precious stuff. The bruises on his jaws, his wrist, his waist, that Seungmin’s, the fucker just love to play rough on his Gunil. Hyeongjun and Jiseok knew how to behave around their hyung, respectful, they always followed his needs, his demands, Gunil could also return the favors. What about him? He could be both, whatever Gunil wanted, he could do it, and he could do it flawlessly, for him, for his hyung. They answered each other perfectly, like an echo.
He gulped sticky spit in his mouth. Half-heartedly admitted that the marks on his boyfriend’s naked body were perfectly suited to him. Like fitted clothes from the finest tailor, those punks did it well, too. He’s so alluring. He caressed his fingers on the bruises from Gunil’s neck, collarbone, his breast, his belly, he quivered, answering to his touch, breathing soft whimpers; crying still. He’s magnificent . Jungsu found it was harder to breathe, the air in their room seemed to become thicker, his belly button went hot and suddenly cold in a split second. What if he ruined him more, wouldn’t that make him perfect? His eyes finally moved lower than his stomach, now he knew what Jooyeon was talking about. His eyes widened with awe, air pulled out from his lungs. The silver ring on his cock’s tip was shiny with his precum, waiting for him to play with, the tip was swollen and angry red, glistening like it was glazed with sugar, begging for him to taste, it’s twitching on his squeezing thigh, looking so beautifully painful. His heart swooped up to his throat, beating against Adam's apple. His body shivered with desire.
He hardly breathed, mouth parted and his eyes were getting hazier. So this was the effect of Gunil, he allured them, drunken them, and made them ruin him with lust, enjoying it to the last bit.
“Hyung…” Softly, he glided his hand under his eye, wiping away tears, and hair from his face. “Gunil, baby… could I please ruin you more…?” He finally gave in, his chest was burning on every breath he took, whispering his want.
Gunil fluttered his eyes open, still shaking, breathing raggedly, and looked up at his Jungsu. Seeing that his pupils were dilated, filled with greed, a bit hazy, staring back at him. The corners of his mouth lifted weakly, reaching his hand to cup his boyfriend’s face. “I’ve been waiting for you to,”
Jungsu’s world exploded.
He pressed his lips on Gunil’s, tangled their tongues, their lips wetly brushing as their heads tilted and turned, exploring every part of each other’s mouths.
Kissing still, Jungsu put his index finger in the ring on Gunil’s cock, gently pulled the sound out a little bit before pressing it back, and repeated, fucking it on his cock. Gunil squirmed, this was simply too much, he cried so loud the entire apartment would definitely hear him, his legs clenching together as he tried to deal with the wave of arousal. His hand grabbed Jungsu’s collar in the fist, pulled him closer to use his lips as a noise muffler. Jungsu gladly let him do so, pushing tongue impossibly deeper.
“I’m pulling it out, baby,” Jungsu warned, but Gunil’s gone, ears ringing, brain melted. He kept crying on Jungsu’s lips.
Once the sound was rid of his body, Gunil felt the need that he must cum right now. But he’d been holding back for too long; he could not do this alone.
“Jungie, please help,” He whimpered.
“How do you want it, baby? Tell me, I’ll do everything,” Jungsu kissed over his face, wiping away his tears with his lips.
“Eat me,” Looking right into the younger’s eyes, Gunil’s glare ablazed with demand.
This went straight to his cock, it throbbed painfully against his jeans, his eyes fluttered, and his wild instinct took control over his mind. He threw the elder back on the pile of pillows, took off his clothes and climbed over Gunil.
He felt like he might hyperventilate, seeing Gunil shyly flushed down to his chest, legs curled up on his chest, exposing every beautiful detail to him. He grabbed the lube that was left on the bed, poured it on this hand. He didn’t want to hurt Gunil. So even though he’s being extremely wet and sensitive to him right now, he still gently enveloped his big hand over Gunil’s cock, and sent finger one by one, stretching him nicely.
Gunil moaned and shivered. Then he saw the look on Jungsu's face, the unpleasant surprise that made him frown. Jungsu’s fingers touched a familiar liquid that was left inside of him, and it’s not lube. His heart sank, frightened.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I tried to clean it but…” He cried out, sobbing, afraid that Jungsu might disgust him.
“Don’t cry Nillie, that’s alright, they bred you well. But I am the only one who can fuck you pregnant, just remember that,” Jungsu cooed, fingers twitched inside to scratch out the remaining of Jooyeon and Seungmin out. Even he didn't mind, but he was enraged by how those two treated his precious like a cumdump. They’d have to pay later. He pulled his fingers out, wiped it on the bed sheet. They can change it later.
Gunil buried his burning face under his palm when Jungsu said that he’d impregnate him. It sent tingling waves through his body. And Jungsu started to rub on his frenulum, the electrical shock hit. He seized up, fist clenched on the bed sheet, letting out cries of pleasure.
“Jungie, please,” He begged, hips moving up and down in Jungsu’s hands.
“Now, now, easy, baby, let me help,” Jungsu pressed his other hand in Gunil’s belly, grounded him from squirming. “Cum for me once, and I will eat you good, okay?” As much as he wanted to devour him up right now. Jungsu needed him to release himself first or he might not be able to enjoy the pleasure but the prick of pain as he’s been overwhelmed with stimulations all day.
He settled his laps under Gunil’s legs. His hard cock rested on his hyung inner thigh, twitching and leaking, ready to fill him up. He clenched his jaws, let’s focus on Gunil first.
He skirted his hand over Gunil’s leaking cock, drawing sobs and moans that were interchangeable. He pumped his fist faster and made Gunil whine weakly, his breath hitched and body curled. He finally came.
Jungsu drove his head down once he saw white cum squirting out, sucking mercilessly on the head, hands preventing him from closing his shaken legs.
Gunil voicelessly writhed, shaking uncontrollably. He’s about to pass out. Head became mushy, almost unable to form any sentences.
“Huh, Jungie, again, cumming, Ah! ” Jungsu's heated mouth pulled out the second cum, swallowed every last drop.
Jungsu smiled slightly, kissing him back down to earth.
“Baby, my angel , you are so good for me, thank you,” Gunil’s crying from pleasure, blurting sweetly to his boyfriend.
Jungsu got sad on that specific pet name, “Do you call everyone else that, hyung?” His eyes lost spark.
“…what?” Gunil was recovering, he couldn’t process.
“You call Seungmin angel earlier, do you say it while fucking him?” Jungsu’s getting jealous, imagining his hyung moaning under Seungmin, calling him angel, the name that supposedly belongs to him. Only to be said by Gunil. His chest was burning.
Gunil was in full conscious now, seeing his Jungsu’s eyes in the verge of tears and pouting, he panicked. He got up and cupped his face, pressed their forehead together.
“No no, baby, I heard you, your angelic voice. I’ve been waiting, I’ve been wanting. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. There’s only you, only you all along, I slipped, won’t happen again. I promise,” Gunil shivered, caressing his hands over Jungsu’s face, shoulders, and tangled in his red-brown hair, lightly scraping on the scalp. His voice was shaking, he didn’t want the younger one to think that he’s been using it over someone else, he knew how much Jungsu loves being called that by him, and him only.
Jungsu saw the panic in Gunil’s eyes, blaming everything on himself because if he’d finished that lyric earlier, he could get to him before those two. The video Seungmin sent beat the focus out of him, now he blamed it on Seungmin, it felt easier to do that. But by hyung’s words, he finally put his heart to rest.
He pulled Gunil closer by his back, letting him sit on his lap, and kissed him deeply.
Gunil loved kissing Jungsu the most. He put him in a trance, floating up and down with excitement and yet making him so calm. Kissing Jungsu was never enough. The others either took him by the storm or melted his heart with their sweet lips. Jungsu was the gentle ocean waves that rocked him back and forth, steadily, forcefully and forever.
“You want to end it here, baby? We can stop if you want to,” Jungsu whispered between their kisses.
Gunil still felt Jungsu’s rock hard length pressing on his stomach, thinking amusingly, how could he let him go like this?
“Jungsu-ah, you still haven’t eaten me whole yet,” He teased, grinded his crotch on his boyfriend.
Jungsu grunted, heat setting off between his legs. He grabbed Gunil’s ass, and lifted him up. He pushed in until he was seated completely on his lap. Gunil little amused smiles vanquished, replaced with sobs and whispers. Jungsu fit him so well, he’s about to cry.
“Move, baby,” He leaned back, supported both of their weight with his arm, another clawed on Gunil’s bruised waist so he laid on him. Thrusting his hips once to suggest him moving.
“But, Su!,” He whined, twisting. His eyes were shaking with disbelief.
“Make me want to eat you then,” He gazed hotly on Gunil’s face, wanting to archive everything.
Gunil rutted weakly on him, legs were trembling unsteadily, uneven thrusts created filthy noise in the room. He dropped himself after a few pathetic attempts, sobbing.
“Leg days gave nothing to you, huh, babe,” Jungsu spanked his plum ass. And he just stopped functioning. Eyes dazed away. Pornographic moanings pierced through the thick air, right through Jungsu’s cock. He clenched his teeth, and could feel that his cock throbbed from that moan. Blood rushed through his head, it went white for a few seconds.
Gunil definitely felt that he got harder, as he pressed his hips so it went deeper, panting raggedly into Jungsu’s ears, pulsing his hole vulgarly on Jungsu’ length.
Jungsu’s gaze went dark. Gunil’s sweet breath brushed his ears, his heated bottom squeezed him like a snake, eating him alive. He bit his lips and threw all the reasons and cautions away. Panting his lungs out, while pinned Gunil back down on the mattress by his wrists, thrusting his hips so violently. The impact created filthy noise from their sticky burning skins. He looked at Gunil’s teary eyes, face winced with pleasure… or is it pain? But he hugged him so good and in the dirtiest way possible, so this must be that he’s enjoying it.
“Like that little spank, baby? You’re full of surprise,” Jungsu licked his own lips, stared hungrily on his boyfriend's lustful body. “You’re so made to be fucked,” Gunil sobbed on his words, leaking cock squirting cum all over his stomach.
“Did I say you could cum, Gunil?” Jungsu never stopped his hips. He grabbed Gunil’s soft cock and writhed.
“St… stop, please! I’m sorry, please,” Like hell he’d stop, look at him, all cry prettily under him, twisted in sweet agony he always loves and yearning for. His beloved pretty little liar, who always gets in their heads, stringing them around until he gets what he wants, like a puppet master. Let’s ruin him a bit more…
He kept his hand and hip going. Tears ran down Gunil’s face. He’s whispering Jungsu’s name on his lips, begging him to stop. His legs crossed behind Jungsu’s hip. His free hand dug on his shoulder, crescent moons appeared all over. His half-hard cock jerked and his body curled, again, he came, his cock was pulsing and so was his bottom. He cried feeblely, eyes half-closed, mouth parted; very lewd expression.
Jungsu hissed on the view, rolled on him. Lips locked on lips, tongues touched. And he came inside, kissing their way through orgasms. Gunil whimpered as he was filled, wrapped his arms around his Jungsu’s neck.
Once the heat wave cooled down. Jungsu tried to pull out only to be stopped by this wicked man under him.
“Don’t want me to go, baby?” He shook his head, his dark eyes were puffy and red.
“But we need to clean up,” He shook his head, his eyes begging, it pricked his heart and so did his cock.
“Can we stay like this for a while? I could cock warm you,” Dear lord, this sentence was said so nonchalantly, how could he say no to his birthday boy?
So he rolled their bodies and Gunil was laying on top of him. He looked like he went in a trance, head resting on his chest, playing with his nipple. He felt like he’s getting hard again inside his warm body. Jungsu’s thumb circled on his boyfriend’s shoulder, it’s slightly shaking. Then, he got worried.
“You feeling alright, baby?” Did he overdo it?
Gunil nodded, hair rubbed on his chest, but still didn't say a word.
“Baby, talk to me, please,” He got up, bringing Gunil with him so he’s straddling between his hips, still connected. He hugged his hyung loosely. Gunil was smaller than everyone thinks, he’s just muscular, but he actually was a small guy. He could cover him easily.
“Are you angry with me, angel?” He finally spoke. Avoiding his gaze.
“No, of course not! I… I was just worried,” He stuttered, shit, Gunil’s looking so breathtaking on his cock right now, his eyes glistening with tears, red from crying so much earlier, mouth shivering, beautifully bruised. God damn, he’s getting worked up again.
“You jealous?” He asked quietly.
“I didn’t… ah!? ” He felt a tight squeeze on his cock. He panted and looked at Gunil’s hungry gaze, what?
“Do not lie, say that you are jealous of Seungmin. He fucked me so good, I came four times,” Gunil provoked. He’s playing a game, his dirty little game. A wolf in sheep's clothing. “I also got a good amount of Jooyeon, he buried it so deep ,” He pulsed hard on emphasized words. Jungsu clenched his claws on Gunil’s hips, crushing his teeth. His eyes set ablaze, fixed on Gunil’s smirking face, on his way to his limit, but he’s waiting for him to reach the climax of his little game.
“Hyeongjun wasn’t bad today, he finally learned how to deepthroat me. I gagged,” He slowly went on, licking his lips, having fun watching Jungsu holding back. “Jiseok though, poor boy, couldn’t get me to fuck him. But I fingered him good, he came crying, pretty” He’s about to get to the point.
“What about you, angel, got petty over a stupid pet name?” He’s so hard right now. Gunil switched to riding mode, he slowly moved up and down his cock on each carefully selected word. Putting his hands on Jungsu’s pelvis to leverage himself. “And spanked me? How dare you?” Gunil better be praying after he finishes the game.
“You only came once , and think that this is over? ” There it is, he’s just needed more. A cruel wicked man. “I thought you’d do better than the rest, but you are just a pussy, aren’t you?” Their eyes fixed. Looked like they could fuck each other to death.
“Stop it,” He growled. Let’s play then.
“No, you are just a fucking loser who doesn’t know how to fuck his boyfriend properly. Lucky enough that you have a nice cock,” Gunil’s panting now. His cock also got hard. Still riding on Jungsu.
His hand jerked and grabbed his throat in a tight grip, choking him to shut his mouth. Gunil’s hands went up to his wrist struggling to be let go. But still wouldn’t shut his hole.
“You are so pathetic. I'm better be calling those two back, at least they can cocked me goo…!” That’s it, that’s enough.
He threw the evil that used to be his sweet and shy boyfriend a minute ago on the mattress. His hand still choking him, the other hand caged his cock, twisting and turning his wrist; drawing broken moans from his chest.
“I’m gonna fucking destroy you,” Jungsu slowed the pace of his wrist and pushed his cock in deep. Playing the game back on him.
“Yes,” He whimpered.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good you die,” another thrust.
“Please,” He begged.
“And I’ll make you forget every cocks that you’ve ever fucked,'' He nudged on his engorged prostate, Gunil whined and trembled.
“Ah! Make me, angel,”
And so he did.
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“That's not a stupid pet name right?” Jungsu asked while they were in a bubble bath together, Gunil resting on his chest, he laughed.
“No, it was not, angel, it’s just a part of a game.” He ensured, so that his boyfriend wouldn’t overthink it.
“But you've never had a slightest thought….” Jungsu was pulled in for a kiss, so he’d shut up. He touched Gunil’s chin so he could kiss him deeper.
“What are you gonna do with Seungmin tomorrow?” Gunil’s turn to ask.
“It’s today, baby, midnight passed, happy birthday, my dear,” He nuzzled Gunil’s cheek. “And I will fuck him braindead for that sound--toy--thingy, what the fuck was that? How did he get it? Fucking twisted prick,” Jungsu signed. His keyboard mate had unexplainable behaviors and thoughts sometimes.
“I owed it to Jiseok, I have to make it up to him,” Gunil said thoughtfully.
“Hyeongjun can get Jooyeon then, he’s been contemplating what to do with him for ages,”
“I think that’d be Jooyeon’s luck,” Gunil grinned, he knew that Jooyeon’s been yearning over Junnie for so long.
“Let’s get ready for bed, babe. We have schedules tomorrow, too” Jungsu got up, bubbles covered his beautiful body. Gunil followed. They kissed as they retreated to shower, washed away bubbles and went to bed. Looking forward to a fun surprise for the kids tomorrow.
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