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He's not doing anything wrong, he tries to reason with himself. He's only helping his youngest members out as a loving hyung and good leader, he thinks as Jongseob finishes tying him up with rope.
He's on his knees on the floor, his hands and ankles tied together, arms behind his back, cockring on his dick. He can't move an inch, so even if he changed his mind now, even if he suddenly wanted to back down, he wouldn't be able to. He's already agreed to this, agreed to be a toy, and he can't chicken out, otherwise he'd be seen as unreliable.
He's totally bare, at the mercy of Jongseob and Shota, his two youngest members towering over him, still fully clothed as they eye him like he's a piece of meat. They ogle his body, coming up with a plan on how to use him, thrilled to finally see someone naked right before their eyes, in a sexual context, completely to their disposal on top of that.
They're adults, there's nothing wrong with it. But they've only become those adults recently, especially Jongseob. He's known them since they were kids. He raised them. And now, they're going to destroy him.
Shota's face is indecipherable, but his eyes show it all - they're glowing with desire which he is holding back, because really, Jongseob is the one in charge here. His own expression is almost manic, a smirk on his face as he traces Keeho's body with a knife mindlessly, laughing to himself.
"You're such a pervert, aren't you?", he asks, leaning in to whisper in Keeho's ear, "Getting off to the thought of corrupting two barely legal boys. You sick fuck."
Shivers run down his spine. He knows he's not allowed to protest, they can say and do anything they want to, that's what he told them beforehand. It's not like Jongseob says, of course it isn't. He just cares about them. They're forbidden from dating, hookups are risky - but his maknaes deserve to lose their virginity, deserve to learn about the wonders of sex, and it's his duty as the leader to deliver.
The knife circles around his nipple, causing him to tremble again. The metal is so cold, and the area is sensitive, but most importantly, he can never know what Jongseob has in mind. Both he and Shota are quite unpredictable.
"Maybe I should cut them off as a punishment?" he whispers again, the knife now travelling to the other bud. Keeho dares to shake his head no, which only makes Jongseob chuckle. The blade teleports to his crotch and he sucks in a breath. The boy holds his cock in place with his other hand, the knife slowly sinking into the skin.
"But I don't think that would be enough. Freaks like you deserve to be castrated."
He bites Keeho's ear, making him yelp. The knife keeps pressing against his groin, and he's almost certain Jongseob will do it. Maybe it was their plan all along, maybe when he offered and they agreed, they only did it to lure him in, deceive him, teach him a lesson. He impaled himself on that knife.
But then, the blade swiftly disappears, and he can feel Jongseob grin against his ear.
"Not before you satisfy us both, though."
He breathes a sigh of relief. Not this time. Or rather, not yet.
Jongseob detaches himself from him and looks over at Shota. The boy is squirming, impatient, waiting for Jongseob's permission, and at last, it comes.
"You're so eager, huh, you simp? Go ahead, do whatever you want to him."
Shota's eyes light up and he quite literally jumps at Keeho, wrapping his arms around his neck and connecting their mouths. His lips start moving, clumsy and wet and so, so desperate. Keeho's been aware that the other has had a crush on him ever since they first met, but obviously he didn't give in, couldn't give in when the boy was still a minor. He didn't intend to blatantly reject Shota and break his heart however, so he's always showered him with affection, kissing him on the cheek or the forehead, which never failed to make Shota jolly. Now, he can finally convey all those feelings after years of bottling them up, living out whatever fantasies have accumulated in that strange little head of his.
He keeps kissing, almost pushing Keeho over and crawling into his lap, his lips moist and tongue lapping at Keeho's mouth awkwardly, the boy not quite sure what to do with it or where to put it. It's messy and Keeho is running out of breath, but he can't protest, so instead he tries to cool Shota's childlike enthusiasm and replace it with structured and organized passion, making attempts at kissing back the way a kiss is supposed to look like in order to teach the boy how it should be carried out. But Shota resembles a puppy in that moment, his love for Keeho overflowing.
He's nearly suffocating when Jongseob's lips press against his ear again.
"He's been saving his first kiss for you, you know."
That truly explains a lot.
The kiss abruptly comes to an end, and as Keeho opens his eyes, he sees Jongseob pulling Shota away by the hair. Keeho is thankful, taking this opportunity to refill his lungs with air. Shota looks so sinful now, a stream of drool connecting the corner of his lips to his chin, said lips red and swollen from all the force he's used. He's completely out of it, panting just like Keeho, eyes glazed over.
"That's enough for now. Don't forget I'm here, too." Jongseob warns him and lets go of his hair before approaching Keeho, an angry expression quickly replaced with a smirk. He can't lie, it turns him on how bossy his maknae is, taking control over both him and Shota despite being the youngest. He's always been independent, a fierce rapper with an assertive personality. It's hard to believe that someone so dominant and confident in a situation like this is a virgin.
He tugs at Keeho's hair now, forcing his head back. The boy's lips hover over his, and he can almost feel them on his own, but it's nothing if not a phantom. Jongseob teases him, leaning in and pulling away just as they're about to kiss. Instinctively, Keeho tries to close the gap between them, but Jongseob never lets him, greatly amused by their little game.
"Excited by the idea of stealing our first kisses? You're disgusting..." he murmurs the last sentence into Keeho's lips as they at last collide with his own. Jongseob definitely kisses differently from Shota, slow and deep, but it's obvious that he also has little idea of what he's doing. It makes Keeho relax a tiny bit. They're still just kids, so they can't possibly hurt him, right?
Despite trying to play it cool, like he's less eager than Shota, Jongseob gets lost in the kiss, his lips all over the place, tongue ever so often licking over Keeho's bottom lip. It's easier to guide Jongseob than Shota, the boy responsive and quick to learn. In no time he's going to be a great kisser.
Jongseob pulls back and Keeho immediately notices that something changed in his eyes. They're softer now, a little hooded, his mouth slightly ajar. It looks as if Jongseob realized something, but what it is exactly is beyond Keeho. He tries to regain his composure and dominant attitude as he signals for Shota to come closer. The corner of his lip twitches as he stares at Keeho's dick. He takes it in his hand and starts stroking, back in his element as he snorts.
"Already half hard just from kissing us? You're so pathetic." he comments before attaching his lips to the column of Keeho's neck. Shota soon follows suit and now they're both kissing and sucking on his skin, Keeho only praying that they don't leave marks. Nobody should find out about this, or else he'll be ruined.
Shota's hand joins Jongseob's, and as he's palming the head of his cock, Jongseob is still massaging the shaft. Their skin is so soft, Shota's fingers delicate while Jongseob's are more rough, and Keeho wonders just how many times they've jerked off under the covers or in the bathroom of their dorm, in the shower or maybe even in the restrooms of music shows they've attended, exploring their teen bodies, learning how to pleasure themselves, releasing the pent up stress. They've been doing this to themselves and now, most likely for the first time in their lives, they're touching someone else's dick, and it's his.
They lap on his neck like kittens before moving on to his nipples, each of them taking one in his mouth and sucking down on it. They look up at him, monitoring his reactions, and Keeho hates this thought, but it reminds him of two babies sucking on their mother's tits, with him being the mother, quite literally raising them. Maybe he isn't the one corrupting them, maybe they're the ones corrupting him instead.
When they feel he's fully hard already they detach themselves from his nipples and Jongseob looks over at Shota.
"Let's get him on the bed." he says, and something about the fact that he's not addressing him directly, speaking of him like he's not even there makes Keeho lightheaded.
Jongseob gets behind him and cuts the ropes binding his ankles and wrists together. Keeho shakes like a leaf, once again aware that the other is in possesion of a knife, and who knows if he isn't going to use it not only on the ropes, but also on his skin. In the meantime, Shota steals one more wet kiss from him, not able to contain himself. It's a compliment for Keeho - no one has ever been so devoted to him.
They pull him up by his arms and then throw him on the bed brutally, like he's nothing but their toy - and in fact, he is. They crawl in and sit where his legs start, Jongseob once again taking his cock into his hand, jacking it. They watch him as if they're hypnotized, probably still not fully processing that they're actually doing something sexual to someone else, their leader in addition to that. They seem to be fascinated with his body tied tight by the ropes, the skin bulging from the pressure.
Jongseob turns his head towards Shota and grins.
"Why don't you show him what you've learned?" he asks, making Keeho's stomach do a flip.
Shota catches on quickly, laying on his tummy and wrapping a hand around his dick, wanking it while Jongseob is still holding the base. His face looks so small next to it, the sight driving Keeho insane. Shota examines his dick closely, totally enchanted by it, until he attaches his lips to the shaft and starts pressing kisses to it. He's eager but slow, anxious whether he's doing a good job. His plush lips feel so good and after a few seconds his soft tongue accompanies them, licking and tasting Keeho's skin.
He climbs up and reaches the cockhead, putting it in his mouth. He looks so lewd but so cute, his big brown eyes staring right into Keeho's soul, searching for approval. Keeho nods to encourage him to keep going, already panting. Shota starts suckling on the tip like he would on a lollipop, lips wrapped tightly around him. At first he's doing it lightly but he's applying more pressure every second, hungry, as if he wants to eat him whole.
Jongseob is equally as captivated by the show, watching it like live porn unfolding right before his eyes. The corner of his lip twitches in a smile.
"You know, Shota's been practicing on a fucking banana to be able to satisfy you. You better appreciate that commitment." he says, glancing over at Keeho. Of course he appreciates it, and the image of Shota clumsily stuffing his face with the fruit appears under his eyelids as he screws his eyes shut and tips his head back with a groan. Those two are really going to kill him.
Shota drools just as much as he did when kissing him, his saliva soon covering the entirety of his erection and dripping on Jongseob's hand. He squirms and sighs, clearly wanting to do something but nervous to. Jongseob helps with that, putting his other hand on top of Shota's head and pushing down, not forcefully but just enough to make the boy take more of his cock inside his throat. He can't reach the base but it's not like Keeho would expect him to on the first try. He keeps nodding, showing that he's content with as little as that, and it spurs Shota on. He starts moving his head up and down, and Jongseob takes his hand off the other's head. His hand jerks whenever Shota's lips come near.
Shota's blowjob is awkward, the boy ever so often pulling off to take a deep breath before going back to work. What he lacks in technique he makes up with enthusiasm, genuinely enjoying the experience, relishing in the feeling of Keeho's dick in his mouth, savoring the taste. His tiny mouth full of cock looks adorable, so really, Keeho has no complaints. From time to time Shota smooches the crown, whispering a faint "Steph" into it, the air hitting his wet skin making Keeho shiver.
At one of those instances Jongseob lays down on his stomach similarly to Shota and attaches his lips to the base of his shaft, lapping at it. Keeho yelps, not expecting Jongseob to join in. Right now they look so wicked, two succubi devouring him. He truly has to check through their phones, because it seems like his maknaes are watching way too much porn.
Together they're even more uncoordinated, but the touch of their plush lips and pillowy tongues against his hard-on compensates for that. They keep staring at him, Shota still suckling on his dickhead, but then he turns his head sideways, allowing Jongseob to go up. They both start caressing the sides, their lips almost touching, and then they both reach the tip, mouthing at it and swiping their tongues with their eyes closed. Jongseob tries to get even closer to Shota, possibly even kiss him, but then the boy jumps away, terrified by the sensation of their mouths almost colliding. Jongseob laughs out loud, his hand grabbing Shota by the nape.
"Come on, I'm not too fond of the idea of kissing you either, but I bet this psycho wants to see us make out over his dick. Don't you?" he asks, shooting his gaze at Keeho. He gulps down, feeling as if he's been caught. He wouldn't mind watching. At all.
"Y-yeah... I mean, only if you want to..." he answers, because it's not his intention to cause them to feel uncomfortable or force them to do anything. But he can't deny that seeing those two pretty boys kiss would be hot as hell.
Jongseob looks at Shota with an "I told you" expression, his eyebrows going up. Shota sighs, defeated. He doesn't want to, obviously, but he can't let Keeho down.
Jongseob connects their lips and they kiss with him leading, using the knowledge he acquired from Keeho just seconds earlier. Shota squirms but he tries to kiss back, nowhere near as greedy as he was when kissing Keeho. The man can't believe that he's seeing a sight so filthy, two teenage boys making out over his dick. They sink down until his cockhead is back between their lips, and Shota relaxes a little. They continue to kiss, and if it wasn't for the cockring, he would've exploded long ago.
They pull off at the same time, truly like twins that they sometimes call themselves. Spit is covering their whole faces, but they look pleased.
"We should probably take our clothes off, huh?" Jongseob suggests and Shota agrees. They kneel in front of each other and just when Shota is about to reach for his own shirt, Jongseob's hands get there first. The show is far from over.
They get rid of their upper clothing and start kissing again, clumsily trying to remove their pants and underwear. Their bodies are soft, the muscles visibly there but still not very prominent. There's no hair under their armpits, but then Keeho's eyes travel down and he can see fluffy bushes above their dicks. Speaking of those, they're both hard, rubbing against each other. Jongseob is the bigger one, his cock slim and slightly veiny, while Shota's is cute and tiny. Jongseob's hands grab the other's buttcheeks, getting a squeal out of Shota. He kneads them, and Keeho has to admit that they both have beautiful bubble butts, and he wouldn't mind fucking either of those.
"Why don't you show him what you've been doing to yourself?" Jongseob mumbles into Shota's lips, his eyes hooded and staring right into the other's. Shota nods quickly and Keeho's heart is thumping again. What else could he have possibly prepared?
Shota sits on his abdomen but with his back facing him and plucks his fingers into his mouth. As soon as he does it, Keeho already knows what he's about to do. His pretty ass is on full display now, and Keeho mourns that his arms are still tied behind his back and he can't sink his fingers into the plump flesh.
Shota soon takes his fingers out of his mouth and instead eases one of them into his ass. It goes in rather smoothly, considering the angle and how jittery he is. As Keeho watches the boy wiggle the digit around, Jongseob sits next to his head and starts stroking himself. Keeho hardly knows where to look, as they're both incredibly sexy in that moment. Shota is so adorable, whining as he fucks himself back on his finger, invariably checking for his reaction, while Jongseob is spreading his legs wide, his chest heaving. He licks the inside of his hand, deeming it too dry, and returns to jacking off, slowly and teasingly, his arm muscles flexing.
Second finger slips into Shota, becoming engulfed by his tight insides. Keeho recalls the words Jongseob said a few minutes ago, that this is what the boy has been doing for some time now, most likely while thinking of him. He wonders whether he should rummage through his room in search of sex toys.
The third finger presses itself next to the other two and Shota screams out a breathy "Steph!", making Keeho lightheaded. He will never be able to react normally again when hearing that nickname in any context. He looks over at Jongseob instead, seeing the other pinching his nipples. His hips are bucking up, and Keeho gets reminded that indeed, they're just horny kids. Whatever they'll do to him, they probably won't last long.
Jongseob realizes he's stared at and their eyes meet. The boy grabs him by the chin, his thumb prodding at Keeho's lips.
"Like being a sex slave for two teenage boys?" he asks, and Keeho has never in his life thought that he'd be turned on by someone calling him a slave.
Jongseob forces his fingers into Keeho's mouth and he sucks down at them obediently. They're a little sturdy and chubby, and the skin is so soft. Jongseob is rough, thrusting them almost all the way down his throat. It's hard to believe that he has no experience.
Eventually he pulls the fingers out. Sweat is starting to glisten on his forehead and he's agitated, impossibly horny. He approaches Shota and tugs at his arm.
"Come on, ready yet? Don't you wanna ride him?" he urges, his gaze animalistic. Shota whines, clearly craving it, too. He slips the digits out of himself and turns around so he's now facing Keeho. Jongseob takes care of the rest, putting the condom on with shaky hands and pouring a generous amount of lube over his dick. He holds it at the base and as Shota looks back at him, he nods, letting him know that everything's ready.
Shota trembles, scared, and just as Keeho tries to say something to help calm him down, maybe even tell him that it's okay if he wants to call it off, he feels the boy's rim over his cockhead and then the tight walls are swallowing him. Shota whimpers as he keeps going, Jongseob's hand at his hip to guide him. His face is all scrunched up, cringing with pain, and Keeho probably shouldn't, but he finds it so, so beautiful. At last, Jongseob lets go of the base of his cock and Shota sits on it fully, his asscheeks making contact with Keeho's hips. Their heads fall back and eyes flutter shut at the same time. Jongseob hugs his friend from behind, fingers rubbing circles on his hipbones. Everything stills as Keeho's adjusting to the tight grip of the other's insides over his dick, and Shota to having something so big stretching him wide.
"Does his virgin ass feel good?" he can hear Jongseob asking, which results in him twitching and, in a chain reaction, causes Shota to mewl. He responds with a high-pitched "yes", because it truly does. He opens his eyes only to be met with the sight of Shota's stomach bulging. No wonder since the boy is so thin, but it brings him closer to fainting. Jongseob seems to be mesmerized with the bulge as well, palming it.
A minute passes and both Keeho and Shota relax, growing used to the sensation. Jongseob grabs Shota by the hips and starts grinding the boy onto the dick gently. It quickly turns out to not be enough for Shota and he begins to move on his own. Jongseob pulls back and instead looks down to where Keeho and Shota are connected. He watches intently as the cock shows up and disappears, Shota picking up the pace with each second. Jongseob licks his lips and curses before crawling next to Keeho, taking his own dick into his hand again.
He touches himself for a while, both of them watching Shota bounce on Keeho's erection, before reaching for the nightstand. Keeho can't see what he's doing, but he doesn't have to - in no time a knife appears at his throat, and oh well, Keeho might've forgotten about it already.
"What if I killed you right now, huh? Chopped off your head? You'd be nothing but a dildo for Shota, nothing but a toy for us." he says through gritted teeth, and Keeho wonders whether Jongseob has always been like this, whether he's always had those cravings for power, even over someone else's life, and he just never noticed. He knows Jongseob's chill and sweet at heart, polite to everyone and shunning away from conflicts, but perhaps being in the industry for so long, ever since he was eleven, took its toll on him. He didn't have a real childhood like other kids do, and it possibly came with developing bizarre kinks and desire for control. And Keeho digs that.
Jongseob rubs the tip of his member over Keeho's lips, hissing.
"If Shota claimed your dick, then I'll take those cocksucking lips of yours." he says and hugs the blade closer to Keeho's skin. He already knows what he has to do - he opens his mouth so that Jongseob can slip inside. The boy sighs, such warmness and wetness enveloping him for the first time in his life.
His hips start moving, fucking right into Keeho's throat. He's a perfect size, quite big but not enough to totally suffocate Keeho. His cock tastes salty, the manly scent of his body wash is filling Keeho's senses, and he's letting out such cute, high moans. His rhythm is rather sloppy and the knife begins to shake. Eventually Jongseob places it back on the nightstand and Keeho is able to fully relax again, focusing on slackening his jaw so that the other can use his mouth however he pleases.
"Kimochi ii*..." he hears Shota's faint voice. Jongseob laughs, amused.
"Fuck, you're making him moan in Japanese... That dick must be good, huh?" he comments. Keeho wishes he could show them how good he can really be, unleash the potential inside him. He wishes he could flip Shota over, bend him in half and pound him into the bed, teach him how to take dick properly, how it feels like to be fucked. But the two of them want to figure it all out by themselves, and Keeho respects their choice.
Shota is indeed hopping on him like a bunny, his nails scratching over his chest, most likely leaving red marks behind. He's sobbing out his name, and it almost sounds like he's crying, but Keeho can't see him - Jongseob is pulling his hair, preventing him from moving and fucking into his mouth. But then, Shota's moans grow louder and more desperate, signalizing that he's close. Jongseob pulls out and plops beside Keeho, allowing him to watch the final seconds of the show.
The boy is fisting his cock, his cheeks dusted with pink and delicious body beaded with sweat. He's beautiful, using Keeho to his own enjoyment, still ungainly but who would care when his insides are so hot and soft, pulsing around him.
"Iku, iku!**" he screams as he comes, his watery cum flooding his hand and some of it hitting his tummy. He shakes all over, his thighs quivering as he folds and drops down on Keeho's chest. Keeho mourns that he can't comfort the boy, give him a hug, pat his back until Shota's heartbeat calms down. Speaking of it, he feels it against his chest, pumping blood at a rate nearly typical for a small mammal. His voice is hitching as he breathes heavily, and fond emotions take over Keeho. That's his baby, his little maknae, who's already turned into a big boy.
"You did so good." he says, the only thing he can do to let the other know how proud he is. Shota doesn't respond, or rather he does by pressing his lips against Keeho's and freezing like that, a kiss so childlike and pure that it makes Keeho close to tearing up.
Shota rolls to the side, aware that as much as he wants to bask in sweet post-orgasm affection with Keeho, he has to allow Jongseob to get his release as well. The boy mentioned loses no time, having held it in since they've started. He's quite certainly incredibly blue-balled, so Keeho forgives him for being so rough when he turns him around until he's now on his stomach. He sits on Keeho's legs and rubs his dick against his asscheeks. The man panics.
"Jongseob-" he starts but the boy leans down, his lips on his ear.
"Don't sweat it, I know what I have to do first. I just can't wait until I'm inside that ass."
He reaches for the lube and soon enough, one of his fingers enters Keeho. It wiggles around like a worm, and eventually it grazes over his prostate. Keeho's whine is followed by Jongseob's menacing laugh. He purposefuly toys with it and Keeho squirms all over. He wonders whether the boy has done it before, either to himself or maybe even Shota. Shit, what if they've been lying to him all along? Lying that they're virgins? What if those two have experimented with each other, maybe even not long before this whole ordeal, and now they're only pretending to be completely new to this only for Keeho's sick enjoyment?
Jongseob leaves his prostate alone, not wanting to make him come too fast. He adds another finger and now he's going awfully slow at it. He's a brat, and hopefully one day Keeho will be able to get revenge and teach him a lesson.
Jongseob places a wet kiss on his nape, sending chills down Keeho's spine.
"You know, I practiced, too. With a fleshlight."
Keeho definitely has to carry out a thorough inspection of their rooms.
Another finger joins the other two and Keeho finds himself whimpering. He's been teased for so long now, he really needs to come. As if sensing his despair, Shota pets his hair and scoots closer to kiss him on the cheek. It's such a loving, small gesture, a total opposite to Jongseob's violent fingerbanging.
Finally the digits are taken out and Jongseob cuts the ropes on his ankles before turning him over again, folding him in half by pressing his legs to his chest. Keeho stays in this position as the boy puts on a condom and covers his dick in lube. A thrill takes over Keeho. He's just about to get fucked by his youngest member, a virgin teenager. The guilt has already left his body however, and excitement is all that remains.
Jongseob inhales deeply, cockiness replaced by nervousness. Keeho isn't a fleshlight, or, well, at least not an unconscious one. It's so much different from playing with a mindless toy. Keeho doesn't say anything, knowing that doing so would only stress Jongseob out more. At last the boy pulls himself together and prods at Keeho's rim. He can't get the head in so he holds his dick in one hand and pushes harder. Keeho tries to relax to the best of his ability and then the tip of Jongseob's member enters him. He hisses, the pressure and temperature of Keeho's ass overwhelming him. Wanting to be fully inside already he keeps moving forward and after a few seconds, his hips become flush with Keeho's buttcheeks.
Jongseob looks completely out of it, eyes tightly closed, teeth bared and sweat dripping down from his face. He's so hot this way, his skinny body towering above Keeho, hunched over, with his hands clenched in fists on both sides of Keeho's head. Keeho's stance isn't much more composed. Shota links their fingers, nosing at Keeho's cheek. This must be heaven.
A solid minute passes when Jongseob starts fucking into him, the squelch of lube and the slapping of skin against skin filling the room in an obnoxious melody. Jongseob suddenly remembers the cockring and takes it off, and Keeho's never been more grateful in his life. He's aware he won't last long now, but hopefully long enough to make Jongseob satisfied.
The boy's movements speed up every second, his cock slipping out of Keeho every now and then due to the powerful nature of his thrusts, but he's quick to grab it and push it back inside. Keeho sees his pecs bouncing and jiggling and he wants to suck on them, but he can't do it without permission, can't startle Jongseob like that or else there would be consequences, perhaps in the form of the cockring being fastened around him anew.
"Like that teenage cock in you?" Jongseob growls, and Keeho nods frantically. The younger is growing more and more carnal, groaning like an animal, but every so often his voice hitches, becoming nasal and high-pitched, causing Keeho to ponder over how the boy would moan when fucked. He hopes one day he can take his anal virginity, too.
Shota is clearly jealous, wanting Keeho's attention all to himself. His fingers are grazing over his chest until they turn his head to the side and their lips meet in a kiss, Keeho sobbing into Shota's mouth. It's too much even for him, and he's the one who feels like a virgin, desperate and on edge.
"I'm close..." he whines. He hears Jongseob calling Shota over, and then the boy's hand is on his dick, jerking it. He's staring at him with those round brown eyes of his, slapping his cock on his lips.
"Feed me, Steph." Shota breathes out and that does it for Keeho. He comes in thick spurts, Shota trying to catch the most of it on his tongue, but then his cum is all over the place, splashing over the other's face and his abdomen. When his orgasm finishes, Shota laps at the remaining semen, gathering it from his slit and stomach. He looks like a puppy, licking Keeho's body.
His walls spasming around Jongseob's cock bring the boy even closer to his own release, as his rhythm gets even sloppier.
"Fuck, where do you want it?" he asks.
"I-in my mouth..." he says faintly, still quite fuzzy. Jongseob slips out and rushedly gets rid of the condom. He sits by Keeho's head and jacks himself off furiously until finally he comes, flooding Keeho's mouth with his young boy juice. It tastes so great, so fresh, and Keeho makes sure to swallow it all. When Jongseob's orgasm comes to and end, Keeho moves closer to take the cockhead between his lips and clean it, but Jongseob jumps back with a cry, oversensitive already. He's so adorable.
With half a mind, Jongseob turns him around to cut the ropes binding his wrists together. He's then rolled over on his back again, and the two boys wrap themselves around him, giving him a kiss on the cheek at the same time. He did it, he actually took their virginity, and they seem to be content with how it went.
Jongseob grabs his spent dick in a tight grip, making him screech.
"Maybe one day I'll ride you, too." he whispers in his ear. Keeho wouldn't complain.
Then, he feels the cold metal kissing the skin of his neck again.
"I hope you're aware this is only the beginning. You better act like a good little slave for us, or else we'll tell everyone what a disgusting fucking pervert you are."