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It starts with a simple phrase. “You did such a good job!” Su-ho says, looking at the test score on Si-eun’s paper. Last year, his grades had slipped, but now there were fewer distractions, he was doing really well.
Hearing that phrase from Su-ho’s lips…Si-eun tries to strangle the sound as much as he can, but an audible moan slips out. Everyone in their little circle blinks at him in shock.
“Si-eun has a praise kink?” Gotak breathes.
Si-eun feels his cheeks heat up. “Oh god, just kill me now.”
“Wait, no, no, no, no, no. This is amazing.” Baku jumps in excitedly. “Si-eun, you are so cute.”
Nothing.
“Maybe it has to be when he’s caught off-guard.” Jun-tae suggests.
Baku points at Jun-tae and nods. “That’s a great idea.”
“Maybe it’s just the phrase ‘you did a good job’?” Su-ho puts forward. Si-eun coughs to hide his moan. His friends know him too well and read it easily as the cover it is.
“So, it’s just certain phrases?” Jun-tae shyly leans over. “Si-eun, you did a great job.”
Si-eun feels his cheeks heat beyond anything they should. He whimpers.
Gotak’s mouth is agape. “Oh, fuck, that’s so cute. Wait, Si-eun, don’t-“
Si-eun gets up and starts walking away from the group. They’re insufferable. Of course, it would be too much to ask that they leave him alone; before he’s even gotten out of the hallway, Baku’s arm slides around his shoulders.
“Come on, don’t be like this.”
“Can we not do this somewhere more private?” Si-eun begs. He knows already that none of them are going to drop this until he’s been fully embarrassed. The least they could do is allow it to be done where no one else can see it.
Baku nods. “Alright. Tonight…we’ll all go to your place. No escaping! We’ll just come around anyway and ring your doorbell.”
“Fine.”
Three Years Earlier
Si-eun had just bought home another award from school. His father had glanced at it, ruffled his hair – which Si-eun had pulled back from immediately – and just said ‘great job, kid.’ It had already sunk into his bones that he would never get praise like he wanted from his father or mother.
Recently, there had been a trend online of ASMR videos becoming popular. It seemed every channel, new or old, was trying their hand at it. Si-eun had clicked on one, curious, and had sunk into a blissful world where he could close his eyes and be comforted without needing any close friends.
Soft whispers, stroking hands, faces close to the camera – it all seemed perfectly made just to suit his tastes. He liked the slower ones best.
And then, that night, he’d stumbled across his downfall; Positive Affirmations for Sleep and Study.
Si-eun had clicked on it. He’d felt no thrill at doing so at the time, even though whenever he revisited, he did now. A young woman had faded into the video, her hands stroking the ears in front of her, an easy white noise to lure him in. His eyelids had fluttered closed, and he’d gotten ready to just slip away into sleep, when it had happened.
“You’ve had such a hard day today. Let me pep you up by giving you some affirmations. You’re doing so well.”
He’d jolted awake, his spine tingling.
“You are working so hard.”
He’d sort of whimpered. His heart was hammering.
“You are a good student.”
Something was happening to him. His pulse raced under his skin. He felt hot. He swallowed, trying to survey himself.
“I’m proud of you.”
He’d moaned. Like seriously, loudly, moaned at that.
“You are a good person.”
That one didn’t do as much for him. He rewound a few seconds.
“I’m proud of you.”
He sighed, and a wetness started growing between his legs. He rewound again.
“I’m proud of you.”
He swallowed again, rewound it.
“I’m proud of you.”
He slipped his fingers below his waistband, gasping at how wet he was, just from hearing that phrase.
“I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you.”
He played it on loop, touching himself. He didn’t stop her until he came. Then, he listened to the rest of the video, hoping to find some other phrases he liked.
“I love you. You’re doing a great job. You’re so kind. You’re talented. You’re beautiful.” Were among the phrases that turned him on the most.
After it was finished, he saved the video to his favourites, commented that he liked the phrase “I’m proud of you” most of all, and then laid back in bed, stunned at his response.
He had a praise kink. A really, really big praise kink.
He could never, ever, let anyone find out about this.
All four of his friends are waiting at the school gates for him. Si-eun sighs and approaches.
“Si-eun-ah, I talked the others down. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Jun-tae says quietly.
Si-eun looks between all four of them. Baku looks disappointed, but the other two appear as normal, to him. “Baku?” He asks.
Baku pouts and kicks at the ground. “I just wanted to see you smile…” he mumbles. “You do it so rarely, and you’re so cute when you do…”
“Su-ho?”
“I’ll take advantage of the knowledge later.” He says with a sinister smile. “I don’t need to explore it just yet.”
“Gotak?”
He shrugs. “It woulda been fun, but I respect your boundaries. If you don’t want to, I won’t push it.”
“Jun-tae?”
“Well,” his cheeks go bright red, “I thought it was really cute, but…like Gotak said, if you’re not up for it, I won’t push you.”
Si-eun sighs. “Let’s just go to mine. We can figure it out when we get there.”
As they walk, the other four talk amongst themselves, but Si-eun is deep in thought. On the one hand, his praise kink is way too deep for him to make it out of a teasing session like that without ending up with all four cocks inside him. The way he’d found out about his kink had shown him that much.
On the other hand…would that really be such a bad outcome?
He already loved Su-ho and had shared a quick kiss with him before. They hadn’t had the time since to talk about it, and Si-eun still hasn’t had the chance to tell him about his…downstairs situation, so what better opportunity? Jun-tae was cute, Gotak was sweet, Baku was…Baku. He wouldn’t mind having all four of them on him. All he really needed to figure out was if he’d be okay with it happening all at once.
By the time they make it to his apartment, he’s made up his mind. He has plans as they open the door, but his mother is already there, so he has to shelve them for the time being.
“Hello. Why aren’t you going to cram school?”
“I just want to hang out with my friends tonight.” Si-eun says.
She pouts, but ultimately nods. “Alright, well…I hope you all have fun studying, and not staying up all night playing video games.”
“We’ll study, I promise.” He chooses not to mention that he’ll be the study subject.
She looks at Su-ho. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” She says quietly. “I know it’s been a few months already, but…honestly, after what happened…” She pats his shoulder before she gathers her things. “Well, boys, I have to be off. I’ll see you all later.”
They wave her goodbye, and then turn to Si-eun.
“So?” Su-ho asks.
Si-eun sighs again. “I’m going to show you all a video. In it, there are some phrases that I like, and you’re all going to promise me that they’re not going to be said to or around me in public settings. In advance, I need you all to know that this is a kink. In the basest form of that word. I get aroused when I hear this. So, if you stay, you’re also agreeing to have sex with me later.”
That makes all four of them stop in shock. “What…like…really?” Baku asks in disbelief on behalf of the whole group.
“Yes. If you stay and hear the phrases that turn me on, I need you inside of me later.”
“That’s one hell of a sweet deal. Who the fuck would say no to that?” Baku says bluntly.
“Certainly not me.” Su-ho says with a grin.
Jun-tae is flushed, but stays where he is. Gotak looks at Jun-tae. He swallows, then tugs him outside. Si-eun knows exactly what he’s saying, but he’s curious about what Jun-tae’s reaction will be.
When they both come in with flushed cheeks, quiet smiles and clasped hands, Si-eun knows the answer. Jun-tae is just as in love with Gotak as he’d expected.
Gotak squeezes Jun-tae's hand as he looks at him. He turns his gaze to Si-eun. “Okay. We’re ready.”
Si-eun doesn’t show them the first video he’d found. The same creator had made a special video with phrases that her followers most liked and among them were most of the ones Si-eun liked.
“Um…” Si-eun is starting to get embarrassed at this situation. While he’d been thinking about it, he’d gotten horny, and that had spurred his confidence before. Now, he’s rethinking how good of an idea this is. Still, he’s gotten them all excited, so he’d feel bad if he backed out now. “For the first bit, don’t touch me. I’ll let you know when I’m okay with that.”
“Okay.” Jun-tae says sunnily. He looks even more excited, somehow, than Baku or Su-ho.
Si-eun swallows and, his heart pounding, presses the play button. He’s skipped the intro, so her soothing voice washes out of his speakers, starting to say the phrases that he loves so much.
“You are talented.” She whispers, close to the mic. Almost like the Pavlovian response he’d instilled in Tae-hoon and Jeong-chan at his old school, he starts to calm. “You are talented.” She whispers again, and his shoulders fall away from his ears. “You are talented.” He fully relaxes, closing his eyes and sitting back on his chair.
“You are kind.” The first of his soft moans comes. “You are kind.” He takes a deep breath, starting to feel the warmth of arousal creep over him. “You are kind.” He shifts, spreading his legs wider, swallowing.
He’s chosen this version because she says his favourite phrase last.
“I love you.”
“Okay.” He breathes, and instantly, he feels two hands on him. One is unmistakably Baku’s; his hands are bigger than anyone he’s ever known. The other is either Gotak’s or Su-ho’s. They have surprisingly similar hands.
Baku’s hand is on his shoulder, the other is on the front of his neck. He feels a light touch on his cheek, and opens his eyes to see Jun-tae smiling at him.
“I love you.” She whispers for the second time.
His head is tilted back by the hand on his neck, and Si-eun is suddenly looking at the ceiling of his room. Until Su-ho’s face hovers over him, then slowly, their lips connect. It’s soft and gentle, slow and deep, just like their first kiss had been.
Si-eun sighs. This was a good idea.
“I love you.” She says for the final time, before moving on. “You’re doing such a good job.”
They’re getting into dangerous territory; Si-eun moans louder this time. A mouth closes over his earlobe. A hand presses against his chest, another his stomach. Su-ho is still kissing him, his hand pressing gently against Si-eun’s throat.
Si-eun is drowning in so much stimulation that he almost misses the next repeat. “Good job.”
He moans again and his hips involuntarily thrust up. Immediately, a hand presses against his thigh. “Can I?” Jun-tae asks cautiously.
“Mm.” He tries to nod, but there are too many people around him. “Yes.” He whispers.
“Yes.” Su-ho says, and Jun-tae’s palm presses flat against Si-eun’s crotch.
Si-eun hasn’t worn his packer in months. It feels like a waste of effort, since usually people aren’t looking, and no one has tried to cop a feel. So, Jun-tae immediately feels that there’s no bulge there, just a slightly squishy mound. He gasps and shifts his focus to rub at Si-eun’s clit.
“Guys…he’s…Si-eun is trans…”
Attention ceases, and they all look down at where Jun-tae’s hand is massaging Si-eun’s pussy.
“Fuck. Can I see it?” Su-ho asks.
“Yeah.” Si-eun opens his trousers and shoves both them and his underwear down his legs. Four pairs of eyes peer down, to between his legs. Si-eun moans and spreads his legs wider, feeling on-display, but instead of feeling ashamed of that, he basks in their attention.
“Si-eun, your pussy is so pretty.” Jun-tae says absentmindedly, but somehow, it’s the best thing Si-eun has ever heard.
He moans so loud he thinks someone next door is sure to hear it. He clenches, and a tiny wash of slick bubbles from him.
“Shit, I never thought someone having a praise kink would be so hot.” Su-ho admires. “Can you do that for us again, baby?”
Si-eun would have tried anyway, but the video has just reached his favourite phrase of them all. “I’m proud of you.” He moans again and clenches, even more fluid dribbling out.
“I bet it tastes so good.” Baku says. “A meal no one has to pay for…” His eyes drift up. Si-eun nods. Baku falls to his knees and starts to worship.
It’s not…great. He uses his tongue way too much in the wrong places. He’s overenthusiastic, meaning there’s no intention to any strokes or sucks. But Si-eun is too drunk on the feeling of being praised to bother with whether the stimulation is any good.
He bucks his hips, holding Baku’s head close, practically riding him. “F-fingers…” Si-eun pleads. “Finger me?”
Baku seems incapable of hearing him, so Su-ho picks up his slack. He moves to Baku’s side, pushes him until there’s room, and then curls two fingers into Si-eun’s pussy.
Si-eun cries out, his orgasm overtaking him. More slick comes, and is immediately swallowed by Baku. Finally, Si-eun gets oversensitive, and he pushes both boys away. The video is finished.
In the middle of the circle, Si-eun is panting. Gotak is stroking his crotch, Jun-tae is flushed to the tips of his ears, Baku looks like he’s just swallowed the world’s most powerful drug, and Su-ho looks hungry.
On shaky legs, Si-eun stands and makes his way to his bed. He flops down and lies like a starfish. “Su-ho-a. I know you want to. Come here.”
“You’re so observant. Such a good, smart boy, aren’t you?”
Si-eun moans again. “Su-ho.” He doesn’t make any noise, just mouths ‘are you proud of me?’
“So proud. Hyung is so proud of his beautiful baby boy.”
Si-eun thinks he cums again.
Su-ho slips his fingers back into his pussy, stroking along his walls until he finds that spot. His reactions give him away. Su-ho grins. “There it is. So gorgeous. Such a responsive, sensitive pussy. So warm and wet for Hyung.” He slides in another finger. “And look at that, you’re already so wide. You’re doing so well, baby.” Si-eun clenches again. “Ah, that feels so good. Are you gonna be good and come for Hyung again?”
“’M gonna be good. I’m good. Hyung. Appa.”
Everyone in the room gasps. Si-eun wants to know what they all look like, but his gaze is locked onto Su-ho’s face. “Si-eun-a. Shit. You’re so fucking gorgeous. Come on. Cum for me. Then, tell me who’s gonna pop your sweet cherry.”
“Wait, he’s a virgin?” Gotak asks, bewildered.
Si-eun nods.
“Fuck. Fuck. Si-eun-“
“It should be Su-ho.” Jun-tae says, cutting through the room. “He…you loved him first.”
Si-eun looks between all three of his newer friends, seeing agreement on their faces. He looks up at Su-ho, and sees an anticipation there. He smiles.
“Okay. Su-ho-a.” He clenches around his fingers again. “Will you have sex with me?”
“I’m already halfway there, baby.” He bends down for a kiss. “I love you.”
With that, Si-eun cums again. He’s sensitive from his earlier orgasms, so he’s happy when Su-ho leaves his clit alone. When his channel has finally relaxed, Su-ho pulls his fingers out.
“You clench so tight, baby. It feels so good.” Si-eun moans again. Su-ho chuckles and pets his hair off his sweat-soaked forehead. “Let’s get you out of your uniform before it gets drenched.”
He sits up and takes his blazer and button-down shirt off. He always wears a plain white singlet underneath, as it hides his binder better. Once that’s all that remains, there’s a pause.
“If you want to leave it on, you can.” Jun-tae says gently.
Si-eun shakes his head. “It’s okay. It’s just a bit…hard.”
“Do you need some help?” Gotak asks, stepping forward.
He nods, and then Gotak’s thick, calloused fingers are undoing the little hooks on either side of the binder, until it just hangs off his shoulders. Unrestricted, his breasts droop to rest against his chest. They’re not small, but not massive, either.
“Is it okay if I…?” Gotak asks softly, his hand hovering.
Si-eun nods, and Gotak takes the fabric away, revealing his C-cups to the group. With gentle hands, Gotak cups the breast on Si-eun’s left side. It’s not particularly sensitive, but the touch feels like reverence, and that’s what makes Si-eun moan. He pushes his chest up for more.
Baku is unable to help himself. He reaches over and cops a feel, too. “Whoa. They’re so soft.” He squeezes gently, then plays around with it, bouncing it up and circling his thumb around the nipple. “Does it feel any different from just regular skin for you?”
“Kind of. But only really in the sense that they’re a bit more sensitive, and I can get dysphoric about them sometimes.”
“Oh. Tell us if you want your binder back on.” Gotak says, even though his hand doesn’t leave Si-eun’s chest.
“I will. For now, I’m too empty.”
Su-ho takes charge again and lays Si-eun down. “You can be a pillow princess if you want, Si-eun. Let Hyung take care of you.”
Si-eun allows his legs to fall open, and Su-ho slots himself between them. The light is on, so everyone present gets a good view of Si-eun’s pussy as it opens. “Wow.” Baku whispers. “It’s so pretty.”
“You had your face all up in it only a few minutes ago.” Gotak points out.
Baku shakes his head. “That was for the taste. This is…it’s gorgeous.”
Si-eun opens his legs wider, even more wetness pooling underneath him. “Jun-tae-a, can you get a towel, please?” Si-eun asks with his last shred of sanity.
“Of course.” He returns quickly, then helps him arrange it underneath his back and hips.
Suitably prepared, Su-ho strokes Si-eun’s thigh. “Are you ready, baby? Ready for Hyung to spread you for the first time?” Si-eun’s eyes flick down, and he moans at the sight of Su-ho’s thick cock.
“Please. I need it.”
Su-ho stops talking for a few moments while he lines himself up. He pushes forward, and the wide, bulbous head gently pushes aside Si-eun’s flesh, making way. Si-eun clenches down again, and Su-ho groans. “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight. I can’t even move, baby.”
Si-eun concentrates on relaxing. Su-ho slides the rest of the way in, settling deep. Their hips are flush. Si-eun takes a few deep breaths, resting his hand on his lower abdomen. He can’t feel the bulge of Su-ho’s cock there, but just knowing that he’s finally full for the first time is enough.
“Hey, look at Appa.” Su-ho says, and Si-eun’s eyes flick back up to his face. “Appa loves his little agi.” He bends down and kisses him again.
Si-eun moans again, wrapping his arms around Su-ho’s neck. “Appa. Please, move.”
Su-ho is putty in Si-eun’s hand. He gently starts to thrust his hips. The little mewls of pleasure that are pulled from Si-eun’s throat are music to everyone present. Su-ho holds Si-eun close, placing his hand on his neck, bringing him in for kiss after kiss.
It gets sloppy. It gets wet. Si-eun’s legs wrap around Su-ho’s waist, raising his hips. “Hyung, please.”
“I know. You’re doing so well, baby. Just a little longer. Hold on for me.”
Another few thrusts later, and Su-ho is spilling inside. He keeps going, wanting to get Si-eun to an orgasm, too, but his cock betrays him, softening after it’s finished.
“It’s okay. I don’t cum from just vaginal stimulation often.”
It’s a bit disappointing, but Su-ho accepts the situation for what it is and withdraws. “Alright. Who now? Si-eun, you should choose.”
He bites his lip. He doesn’t want to offend anyone.
“It’s okay. We’re all gonna get a turn.” Baku says.
Si-eun nods. “Then Gotak.”
The boy in question flushes and strips. Just as Si-eun had expected, his body is immaculate. He’s got lean muscle all over – his legs, arms, abs, back, shoulders and hips – and his tan skin stretches smoothly over it all, rippling and rising in taught, attractive planes. Si-eun watches as Jun-tae’s eyes travel every expanse his just had.
“Jun-tae, come over, too.” They both approach the bed, kneeling on it together. “Let me see you kiss?” He asks softly.
Without hesitation, Jun-tae leans up and presses their lips together. Gotak’s hands fiddle with the zipper of Jun-tae’s fluffy brown jacket, pushing it off his shoulders when it’s open. Once Jun-tae is shirtless, he pulls back and does a similar sweep of his body.
“You’re so cute, Jun.” Gotak breathes.
“You’re so handsome.” Jun-tae replies.
Si-eun touches himself, playing with the cum Su-ho had given him earlier. Their attention turns from each other to Si-eun. “Can we just finger you?” Gotak asks. Si-eun nods.
In a matter of minutes, Si-eun has one boy either side of him, kissing alternatively him and each other, two fingers from each inside him. I’m so lucky right now. Si-eun thinks as another orgasm hurtles towards him. Spit-slick lips connect above his eyes, Jun-tae moaning into it, Gotak humming in contentment. Jun-tae kisses with tongue, and somehow really well.
Gotak twists his fingers as Jun-tae’s tongue invades his mouth yet again. Si-eun moans underneath them, and they part. Gotak kisses his lips while Jun-tae kisses his cheek. Then Jun-tae is kissing his lips.
Jun-tae’s fingers disappear from his sex, and Gotak takes over. His fingers press even deeper, somehow knowing exactly how to move in order to-
“Ah! Fuck! Go-Gotak! Please, please, please – oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck-yes! Yes!” He’s so loud. But no one bangs on the door or tells him to be quiet. In fact, Jun-tae in particular seems to be drinking his reactions up.
“So gorgeous.” Gotak praises. “You cum like a queen.”
Si-eun clenches again. Jun-tae kisses his cheek. “You’re so pretty, Si-eun-a.” Again.
“I’m so proud of you.” Gotak purrs as he licks the shell of Si-eun’s ear. “Si-eun-a, do you want Jun-tae to fuck you?”
He nods emphatically. Jun-tae slips his cock into his opening. It’s not as thick as Su-ho’s had been, but it is big. It’s long. So long. It presses deep, and Si-eun feels his back lift off the mattress.
“Jun-tae-a.” He begs. “Please.”
While Jun-tae fucks his pussy, Gotak plays with his breasts. He sucks on them, squeezes them, pinches his nipples and scrapes them with his teeth.
Jun-tae doesn’t last very long, but Si-eun doesn’t mind. In fact, he feels there’s not much of his mind left. He’s had so many orgasms, it feels he’s turned to mush.
And it’s far from over. Jun-tae leaves the warmth of his sex, and Gotak fills it instead. He’s similar in size to Su-ho, except a bit shorter. It doesn’t matter, because he uses it well. With strong, heavy thrusts, he makes sure to brush Si-eun’s clit every time.
Si-eun feels something tighten in his stomach. He feels like he might have to pee. “Wait, wait-“
Gotak stops, and Si-eun pants.
“What is it? You okay?”
“I think I need the bathroom.” He starts to get up, but Gotak stops him. “What?”
“Si-eun…I know this is gonna sound weird and maybe a bit gross, but I think you’ll feel really, really good if, the next time you orgasm, you let go.”
“Piss myself?”
“Yeah. Well, sort of. I asked a girlfriend once, after she squirted, what it was like. She told me that, when you orgasm, sometimes it feels like there’s a choice. Push, or don’t. If you push, fluid gushes out. It’s not quite pee, but it’s kinda like it. Even if it is just pee, though, I read up on it. Apparently, even that can feel really good – peeing while you orgasm.”
Si-eun flushes. “I need more towels.”
“I’ll get them.” Baku says immediately. “Don’t do it while I’m gone, ok?” He bounds out of the room, returning seconds later. He dumps an armful of towels on the end of the bed and excitedly takes his seat again. He watches in awe as Jun-tae lifts Si-eun’s hips and places down more towels.
Finally, Gotak starts thrusting again. “I’m gonna talk you through this, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I’m going slow so you can focus. Can you still feel that thing you felt before?”
Si-eun furrows his brow. It’s distant, but he can feel it. He nods.
“Okay, bring it as close to you as you can. You can tell me if you need anything.”
For the first time in a long time, Si-eun listens to what his body is telling him. “Faster? Can you lift your hips higher? Lift my leg? Yeah, that one. A bit deeper?” Finally- “oh! It’s here, it’s here!”
“Can you feel that choice?”
Si-eun nods frantically.
“Push.”
Si-eun groans as he pushes out, and-
Gotak gets soaked. Fluid erupts from Si-eun’s urethra as his orgasm overtakes him. Gotak reaches through the stream and rubs the top of Si-eun’s clit with two fingers gently, helping him reach the absolute peak.
Si-eun almost screams as pleasure shoots through his body. It feels so good. He’d had no idea squirting could be so…transcendent.
As he comes down, his ears start ringing. His heart is pounding so fast he thinks it’ll run away. His body feels heavy, but in a good way. Relaxed. Like he’d been a bow, strung tightly, now set loose with a broken string.
He glances over at Baku, who has creamed his pants. His mouth is open in awe. Si-eun chuckles at him.
“You guys are gonna help me clean up, right?”
“Of course.” Su-ho picks Si-eun up and takes him into the bathroom, where he starts to run a bath. Meanwhile, the other three set about changing the sheets and washing the towels.
After his bath, Si-eun gets swaddled in blankets and cared for like a baby. He’s spoon-fed by Jun-tae, Baku dries his hair with gentle swipes, Su-ho coos over him and praises him even more which, now that he’s all fucked out, just gives Si-eun a warm glow.
Gotak is taking his own shower, having been the only one caught in the spray. Baku had only needed a damp cloth to sort out his situation.
“I can’t believe you came just from watching Gotak make me squirt.” Si-eun says slowly, eyes on Baku.
Baku flushes. “Yeah, well…you still owe me a chance to fuck you. I didn’t get my turn.” He evades.
“Later. I’m exhausted.”
Su-ho chuckles and leans in to kiss Baku. He looks a bit surprised, but kisses him back. “I can fuck you, if you want.” Su-ho offers.
“Wha-?”
“Seems like we’re all gonna be in each others’ pants.” He says with a shrug. “Might as well get a head start.”
Si-eun pouts. “Jun-tae and Gotak are already going to be obsessed with each other after this. I thought I’d get to have you two to myself.”
“Who says we won’t still have time for you?” Gotak asks as he enters the room, scrubbing at his hair to dry it. “Your pussy is fucking magical, Si-eun. You can’t ask us to just forget about it.”
Jun-tae nods in agreement. “I want to taste it like Baku did.”
“All in good time.” Su-ho says in a sagely manner. “For now, let’s let the princess have some rest.” He kisses Si-eun’s forehead.
Si-eun rolls his eyes, but he really is exhausted. His eyes flutter closed, and before he even knows what’s happening, he’s asleep.
Si-eun wakes to the sounds of moans. As his eyes slide open, he sees Jun-tae and Gotak engaged. Su-ho is behind him, holding him, snoring. Baku is wide awake, watching his friends have sex.
Slowly, gently, Si-eun shuffles from under Su-ho’s arm and goes over to Baku. “Hey,” he whispers, trying not to startle him.
“Hey.” Baku whispers back. “Aren’t they gorgeous?”
“Yeah. But…do you want to join them?”
Baku frowns. “What do you mean?”
Si-eun kisses the corner of his mouth. “You still haven’t put your cock in me yet.”
Baku stifles a snort. “You’re absolutely filthy, you know that? Alright. Are you wet?”
“Find out.”
Si-eun had never thought he was particularly seductive before, but the way Baku’s expression shifts at that command tells Si-eun that his words have turned Baku on. He brings their lips together properly, holding him close. His fingers don’t wander for a while. Si-eun stops anticipating it and pays more attention to the kiss.
It’s good. Nice. Baku is slow, strong, steady. Occasionally, he’ll get a bit excited and give Si-eun’s bottom lip a nibble. Gradually, he introduces his tongue, which pushes in in short bursts, licking up a taste before retreating. He’ll go back to just lips and the odd tooth, until he ventures again, a little deeper this time.
It’s only when Si-eun is completely relaxed and pliant under him that Baku makes his move. His strong, thick fingers slide beneath the waistband of Si-eun’s pyjamas and search for his folds. When he finds them, they’re slick with arousal.
Si-eun moans and presses up into his touch. “Baku.” He whispers. “Please.”
“I wanna tease you. Is that okay?”
He almost bites back with a ‘no’, but he wants to see what Baku will do with free reign. He relaxes back against the pillow. “Do what you want.”
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” His lips press to Si-eun’s neck.
Under the blankets, Baku’s fingers slowly slip in and out of Si-eun’s pussy. Above them, Baku continues to kiss him. The slide of their lips is lazy, almost haphazard. But there’s something about it. A heat hiding under the surface. A glint in Baku’s eyes. It keeps Si-eun engaged and slightly alert. Tingling.
Baku’s fingers curl, and Si-eun gasps. He clenches. Baku smiles. “That’s it.” He encourages softly.
Si-eun suddenly understands what’s happening. He’s about to be unravelled into a begging, crying mess. Baku somehow knows exactly where all his weak spots are. He’s going to avoid them entirely until Si-eun has let down his guard, and then prod him further towards the edge. It’s going to be one hell or an orgasm, and he’s going to wake the others with it.
“My mum is probably home.”
“Then raise your voice just enough for Su-ho to get jealous.”
Si-eun flicks his eyes over and sees his face. It’s mostly in shadow, but he still recognizes the lines of it. His eyes are open, now, looking at the four of them. As yet, Gotak and Jun-tae haven't noticed them, and are still engaged. Jun-tae is currently under Gotak, the latter boy thrusting into him at a romantic pace. Si-eun gets distracted for a few moments, until Baku's voice drags him back.
“Or, you can tell me to stop.” There’s a challenge in the words. Even so, Si-eun contemplates it.
After a slight hesitation, Si-eun shakes his head. “Keep going. Ruin me.”
It doesn’t take long for Si-eun to regret his words. Somehow, Baku has learned enough from watching the others please him that he has him writhing for an orgasm so much, he’s on his knees, panting into the bedsheets. Gotak and Jun-tae have finished their own engagement, and are now watching Baku tease Si-eun to the brink of insanity. Su-ho is still watching from the bed, his hand beneath the sheets.
Sweat drips from his forehead as he mewls his discontent. His back arches, and he tries to force Baku’s fingers deeper, into any other spot than where they’re sitting, because they’re teasing his entrance, pressing into a pressure point that feels so fucking good, but it’s just not enough, and he needs more, more, more.
Tears are welling in his eyes as he gasps in frustration. And then Baku’s thumb – the bastard – swipes against his clit. He throbs, shivers, moans, wriggles even more. He lands on his back again, glaring up at Baku.
“Please, please, let me cum.” He growls out.
“Soon, baby. You’re doing so well.” But he’s been saying ‘soon’ for the past half hour, and Si-eun is genuinely going to lose his mind.
Baku thrusts his fingers in deeper, and Si-eun’s body breathes a sigh of relief. Finally, finally, finally. But Si-eun’s brain isn’t so easily fooled. He knows Baku’s still just teasing. Sure enough, he withdraws his fingers entirely and rubs the outside of his labia, firmly enough that Si-eun can almost feel it in his stomach.
He’s beyond wet. It feels like he’ll run out of slick, soon. It’s thick and syrupy – the kind that comes out when he’s really, really turned on. His body betrays him. As much as he’s begging for it to be over, this is the best time he’s had in a long time – maybe ever.
“Get back up on your knees.” Baku instructs, and Si-eun complies immediately, hopeful that it’ll mean an end to his suffering. In a way, it does. In another, it certainly doesn’t.
Instead of his fingers, Baku finally presses his cock in. But then. It. Just. STAYS. There.
Si-eun whimpers. He stretches his back out like a cat in heat. He tries to move his hips anywhere, but Baku is holding him so tightly in place, he can’t move even a millimetre.
He feels so deliciously full. His pussy is throbbing, both pleasure and desire. He clenches and begs and pleads.
Through his tears, he can see the other three – traitors – watching with dark eyes, hands stroking their cocks. Every time Si-eun tries the same, his hands get slapped away.
Baku, with slow, deliberate movements, leans over his back. “You made me wait, princess. All night long. I think it’s only fair you have to wait, too.”
Si-eun mewls. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please, Baku. Just fuck me.”
Baku’s left hand curls around his throat and forces him to look up at where Su-ho is sitting on his bed. Su-ho’s cheeks are flushed, his pupils blown wide, his lips parted in awe.
“His cock was good, right?” Baku teases. “You want it back in you, instead of mine?”
Si-eun shakes his head, his eyes apologizing to Su-ho. But somehow, his confession stokes a fire in Su-ho. Instead of getting angry, he groans, stroking faster. “Fuck, Si-eun-a,” he explains, “you’re such a lying slut. You’d love for it to be my cock, ‘cause I’d actually fuck you. I don’t have Baku’s self-control.” He continues stroking, aiming towards Si-eun’s upturned face. “Keep your sweet lips right there, baby. I’ll give you something to snack on while you wait.”
Baku’s thumb digs into his cheek, encouraging Si-eun to open his mouth. Su-ho groans as he cums, jizz filling his mouth. Keeping eye contact, Si-eun swallows everything.
“There’s a good boy.” Su-ho praises, patting his head. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. You look amazing like this.”
Si-eun clenches again, the praise making everything better and worse at the same time. Baku turns his head to look at Gotak and Jun-tae, who are still wrapped around each other. They alternate stroking their own and each other’s cocks.
“And what about these two lovebirds, huh? You liked having them fill you up, you liked being their sloppy seconds?”
Si-eun moans. “Baku, please…”
“Come on, admit it. You like being a cum rag.”
It’s getting too close to the edge of what he doesn’t like. His noises must differ, because Baku catches on immediately. He kisses Si-eun’s shoulder and mumbles an apology.
Si-eun breathes through whatever it is he’s feeling, too far gone to even name an emotion, let alone this one. It passes, and Baku whispers in his ear. “You’re doing so well, baby. We’ll have some aftercare after this. Just three more minutes and you’ll get to orgasm, okay?”
Si-eun nods. He’s sobbing. Gotak and Jun-tae look concerned, but Su-ho is steady.
“You were so good for them earlier.” He nods, and they seem to catch on that they’re supposed to praise him.
“Y-yeah.” Jun-tae starts. “Si-eun, your pussy was so nice. So soft and warm.”
“And you squirted so beautifully for me. Listened to me so well. Like a goddamn fountain.”
Si-eun feels his cheeks heat with a mixture of shame and pleasure. He’d made such a mess…but it had been exactly what Gotak had wanted of him.
“See? You gave everyone a good time but me.”
“I’m sorry, Hyung. Please. Please, fuck me now. I’ll make it up to you.”
Blessedly, Baku starts to thrust his hips. It’s slow, too slow for Si-eun’s tastes. But then Baku reaches under him and rubs his clit in slow, deliberate circles. Si-eun clenches again.
“Baku.” He cries. “Baku. Baku. Baku. Hu-min-a. Hyung. Baku. Baku. Baku!”
He chokes as his orgasm hits him. Harder than the truck had hit him last year. His face is pressed into a pillow by someone, to make sure his noises don’t wake his mother. Then, as he comes down, he’s cradled into two pairs of arms, both stroking him.
In the aftermath, Si-eun sobs into Baku’s chest. He has no idea why he’s even doing it. Why he’s so emotional. But it feels fucking good. His back is getting stroked, and when he calms a little, a water bottle is pushed at his lips until he takes a few sips. His face is washed with a damp cloth, and he’s caressed and cooed over for minutes.
Kisses are pressed against his skin from all angles, by four different mouths, and he’s praised to the high heavens. As Si-eun sinks back into another sleep, he dimly thinks that if this is the kind of treatment he can get, he’ll gladly go through it all over again.