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Yunho was straight.
He had always liked women, ever since his teenage years, and had never once questioned it.
All it took was a pretty actress in a movie, a classmate smiling at him, or a stranger with a defined waist and wide hips walking down the street for his brain to immediately register the information as something desirable.
He liked hair tied up in ponytails, sweet perfumes, shy laughter, long nails, and small hands holding his. If someone asked him what his type was, he would probably give a different answer every week, but the conclusion would always be the same: women.
Especially enjoyed admiring female bodies. Large breasts made his cock hard, while smaller ones made his mouth water and part immediately at the thought of swallowing them.
That was why, in his twenties, Yunho considered his heterosexuality one of the few immutable constants in his life.
Of course, he wasn't exactly proud of all his habits. Like practically every single man he knew, he ended up consuming more pornography than he would ever admit out loud. Nothing excessive or outrageous, but enough to make him promise himself, at least once a month, that he would cut back on it... promises that, inevitably, were forgotten after a few weeks without getting off.
And although it had been almost a year since the last time he went out with a girl, that didn't worry him much either. He was busy with college, work, and honestly, his laziness when it came to downloading dating apps, which might occasionally lead to sex, was greater than his desire to meet someone.
His life was peaceful, and his heterosexuality? Unquestionable... Until the damned noise started.
"Motherfuckers..." Yunho stared at the bedroom ceiling, his expression far too blank for someone on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
He pulled the blanket over his head, trying his hardest to ignore the rhythmic, wet sounds spreading through the apartment, trying to ignore the quiet words escaping in timid, muffled whispers, afraid of being discovered.
Yunho definitely did not want to know what was happening.
In fact, over the past few months, he had developed a very healthy philosophy that basically consisted of "If something was happening behind Song Mingi's bedroom door, then it was exclusively Song Mingi's problem".. and Choi San's.
San was his friend from college, and Mingi had been his best friend since childhood.
The disaster had actually started when San desperately needed a place to live, and Yunho, being a minimally decent person, told him they had a spare room at home and needed a third person to help with the rent, which had recently gone up.
At the time, he genuinely believed everything would be fine. It was stupid of him not to consider the possibility that an introverted, muscular gay man and a bisexual with the kind of personality that made strangers trust him in less than ten minutes would end up becoming close very quickly.
I mean, San was Mingi's ideal type, in other words, anyone who laughed at his stupid jokes and had "a thick dick to suck," in Song's own words. Not that Yunho thought about San's dick often. He had probably thought about it once or twice... or every single damn time he was involuntarily reminded of its existence.
Still, Yunho was certain that he liked women exclusively, without any room for debate.
So, any strange thoughts that occasionally appeared in his mind could easily be explained as curiosity. Because it was normal to be curious, right? Especially when it came to his friends.
Anyone would be.
Any reasonably rational person would wonder why Mingi always seemed so satisfied during breakfast after certain nights, or why San would show up in the kitchen wearing Mingi's oversized clothes, or even question the abnormal number of times they came home carrying pharmacy bags.
It definitely wasn't his business, but Mingi and San were extremely masculine. Unlike him, who was tall and skinny, the two of them were gym rats who drank more pre-workout than water... So, in his imagination surrounded by heteronormative standards, he found himself wondering who was "on the bottom."
Mingi liked girls too, so he definitely enjoyed penetrating... But what about San? Was San the one taking that role? Or maybe they switched? Fuck, that was none of his business.
And occasionally, in moments of extreme moral weakness like this one, Yunho would catch himself staring at the wall of the room next door, wondering things he absolutely did not need to know.
Questions that were immediately followed by a "My God, why do I want to know that?"
Because he didn't want to know. Not at all.
It was just that his brain and his common sense had stopped working together a few months ago, and they always returned to subjects he had never been interested in before, like gay sex.
I mean, Mingi himself had once told him that being the bottom was pretty uncomfortable and that it hurt a little at first... But then why did the sounds coming from the room next door always seem so utterly consumed by pleasure?
Yunho preferred not to think too much about it.
In fact, he preferred not to think about anything at all.
With a defeated sigh, he pushed the blanket off his body and sat up in bed. His throat was dry and his head felt heavy. Honestly, lying there listening to his own thoughts while his friends had sex seemed much worse than facing the kitchen at two in the morning.
He got up quietly, dragging his feet down the dark hallway, passing Mingi's bedroom door without looking directly at it. That was another important rule of Jeong Yunho's philosophy of domestic survival, don't look, don't listen, don't ask.
Reached the kitchen and immediately grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. After taking a few gulps, he opened the window next to the cabinets out of habit and lit a cigarette from the pack Mingi had forgotten on the counter.
Leaned his back against the wood, squeezing himself into the small space there and slowly exhaled the smoke, appreciating the little peace of mind it gave him despite hating Song's watermelon-flavored menthol cigarettes.
"Oh, my God...!"
Yunho nearly choked. On the other side of the kitchen stood Choi San, one hand over his chest and an alarmed expression on his face.
Not the San from college wearing oversized hoodies, or the San sitting in the living room watching some horrible reality show with Mingi while dressed in the worst clothes imaginable.
This was a caught-off-guard San, sweaty and disheveled, wearing nothing but sweatpants while covering his bare chest as though he had just remembered there was a possibility of encountering another human being awake at this hour.
The two stared at each other, and Yunho's eyes instinctively dropped to Choi's chest, large and full, before returning to his flushed face.
"I thought you were asleep..." San spoke first, visibly awkward.
"I thought so too," Yunho answered before even processing his own words.
"You thought you were asleep...?" San frowned.
"That's not..." Yunho stammered, feeling his ears heat up in embarrassment. "I mean, I thought you guys were asleep."
"I..." San blushed and nodded, lowering his head.
Yunho took another drag from his cigarette while San opened the refrigerator.
Yunho stared at the smoke, trying to hide his embarrassment, while San stared at a bottle of juice as though it contained the secrets of the entire universe.
"Sorry about the noise," Choi eventually muttered without looking directly at Yunho.
"I didn't hear anything." Yunho almost dropped the cigarette in the middle of the lie.
"Yunho..." San slowly raised his head.
"I sleep with headphones on."
If Choi San looked like he wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth, then at least Yunho wasn't the only one suffering in that house.
San cleared his throat softly and picked up the juice bottle from the refrigerator. At some point during those thirty seconds of suffering, he seemed to have decided that the best course of action was to simply pretend the situation didn't exist.
And honestly, Yunho agreed. It was an excellent strategy.
"So..." San closed the refrigerator door. "Good night, hyung."
"Good night."
Choi offered him a small, awkward smile, still dying of embarrassment but already a little more relaxed. And that was exactly when a second figure appeared in the hallway.
"Sannie, why are you taking so long?" Mingi's voice complained before he even came fully into view.
Yunho felt his entire body stiffen. For the love of God, no... Facing a shirtless, post-sex-looking San was one thing, but his best friend...
Mingi walked into the kitchen with messy hair and sleepy eyes, wearing a T-shirt he had probably thrown on in a hurry.
Without even looking around, he approached San and automatically pulled him closer, grabbing his small waist and hugging him from behind.
"I thought you'd be back already, I almost fell asleep..." Mingi whined, only to widen his eyes the moment he noticed Yunho wedged between the cabinets in the corner holding a cigarette with the blank expression of a wandering ghost. "HOLY SHIT, DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE?!"
San jumped at the shout, and Yunho almost dropped the cigarette again.
"How long have you been there, damn it?!" Mingi placed a hand over his chest, trying to remember how to breathe like a normal person.
"Since before you got here." Yunho sighed, taking another drag.
"What the fuck are you doing there?"
"I'm smoking."
"Like some evil cockroach hiding between the cabinets?" Mingi grumbled indignantly.
"I live here. I think I have the right to smoke wherever I want," Jeong huffed.
"And I almost had a heart attack!"
"My God, I want to die..." San, trapped between the two of them, slowly closed his eyes.
"Me too!" Mingi pointed at Yunho. "I thought you were asleep!"
"Everyone in this house thinks that," Yunho replied automatically, dripping with sarcasm.
The silence that followed was miserable.
San remained standing in the middle of the kitchen, Yunho remained wedged between the cabinets, smoking like some cursed entity.
And Mingi kept his arms wrapped around Choi's waist, still offended by the existence of that demon hidden in the corner.
"Ah, fuck you, Yunho," Mingi grumbled at last.
"I love you too, asshole."
"No, seriously, fuck you," Song muttered. "I'm sleepy, I can't explain anything right now."
"That's your problem."
"And I'm waiting for you in bed, San," he informed him, giving Choi's ass a light smack.
"Unnecessary information."
"Did you ask?"
"No."
"Then stop complaining, asshole."
"Please, I'm begging you..." San let out a quiet groan of pure suffering and brought a hand to his face. "Can you two stop fighting for five seconds?"
"He started it." Mingi pointed immediately. "And we're not fighting."
"It's just that you always sound like a whiny baby," Yunho mocked, slowly exhaling the smoke.
"Fuck you, Jeong."
"You've already said that twice."
"Because you deserve to hear it three times," Mingi said before heading back down the hallway.
San scratched the back of his neck, unsure whether to laugh or hit the two of them.
"Good night, hyung," he ended up murmuring, offering Yunho an awkward smile.
And that was the exact moment when Jeong's eyes, traitorous as always, dropped for just a second.
Long enough to notice Choi's strong chest again, defined by years of working out. And, in a thought that definitely didn't need to exist, a thought that was not heterosexual in the slightest, Yunho realized that San had bigger breasts than several girls he had dated.
My God, his brain needed to be studied by science!
"Good night, San." He put out the cigarette, grabbed his bottle of water, and practically fled down the hallway.
Yunho closed the bedroom door and threw himself onto the bed, pulling the pillow over his head as though that would somehow be enough to silence the entire world.
Three minutes later, his eyes opened in the darkness.
"Fuck, San's chest..." was the only thing he could think about. "No. No, no, no." He turned onto his side, squeezing his eyes shut again.
"They're just... gym pecs" , he thought to himself, trying to focus on not thinking any more stupid thoughts. " Guy chest, totally normal. I have one too. Sort of. Okay, mine is more... flat."
His brain was a fucking traitor for remembering the way Choi's skin glistened with sweat, the way those pectoral muscles moved when he breathed. The fact that they were, objectively, bigger than those of several girls Yunho had hooked up with.
He let out a muffled groan into the mattress, blaming his almost year-long sexual drought. After all, jerking off wasn't the same as having really good sex with someone, right? He wanted to convince himself that was all it was, just loneliness.
With a dramatic sigh, Yunho sat up in bed, grabbed the laptop from his bedside table, and opened it. The glow of the screen illuminated the dark room, making him squint.
It was a simple fix. Some random porn video with a girl who turned him on. Get off and go to sleep, simple as that.
He opened an incognito tab even though he was the only one who used the laptop, typed in his usual site, and immediately started scrolling through the thumbnails. He picked a video with a busty blonde, the kind that usually got him hard just from looking at the image. He put on his headphones, lowered the volume, and hit play.
The girl was hot, definitely his type, ponytail, nice ass, moaning in the way he liked. Everything was perfect until Yunho slipped his hand into his sweatpants, wrapped his fingers around his cock, and started moving slowly, expecting the usual reaction.
Nothing.
Well... he was half-hard, the kind of erection that only happened because he was forcing it, but he wasn't actually excited.
"Seriously, dude?" he muttered quietly to his own dick, incredulous. "You're gonna betray me too?"
He sped up his hand, focused on the screen, Yunho bit his lip, tried to imagine himself there, fucking hard, holding those hips... and his traitorous brain, son of a bitch, threw in the image of sweaty San in the kitchen, the slim waist Mingi had grabbed so effortlessly.
His cock twitched with interest.
"No...!" Yunho whispered, almost panicking, pulling his hand away as if he'd been burned. "Fuck, you've got to be kidding me."
Switched to another video, but his friend downstairs seemed to be in power-saving mode, only half-hard, heavy, but completely unwilling to cooperate.
Leaned his head back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling with a defeated expression.
Wasn't going to give up that easily.
He changed videos about three times. Blonde, brunette, redhead... nothing, it would rise a little, almost out of politeness, then go soft again like it had lost interest in its own existence.
That's when the absurd thought appeared, a thought that wasn't even remotely straight, " What if I just... take a look? Pure curiosity." He laughed to himself nervously, rubbing a hand over his face.
He typed "gay porn" into the search bar with his heart pounding, already feeling embarrassed just seeing the results fill the screen.
There were tons of them.
Some looked way too over-the-top, others... didn't really catch his attention. Until he found one thumbnail that made him stop. Two muscular guys, defined abs, thick arms, and a skinny boy in the middle who looked a lot like him, tall, narrow shoulders, the face of someone who definitely didn't go to the gym.
Yunho swallowed hard. "Just curiosity. To see what it's like. It's not like I want to... right?" he told himself internally.
Yunho's cock throbbed hard, thickening quickly in his hand within the first few scenes.
"Holy shit..." he whispered in disbelief, without taking his eyes off the screen.
He tried to convince himself a little longer that it was just curiosity, but the more the video went on, the worse it got.
Without even realizing it, Yunho had already pulled down his pants and spat into his own hand, gripping his now fully hard cock. He started moving his hand slowly, matching the rhythm of the thrusts in the video. His breathing grew heavy, his chest rising and falling quickly.
"Fuck, he's enjoying it... look at his face..." he thought, unable to look away as he rubbed the swollen head, feeling pre-cum leak out.
His hand sped up on its own, and just for a second he imagined what it would feel like. The warmth, the pressure, the muffled moans, and his cock throbbed intensely, leaking at the thought. Yunho bit his lip to keep quiet, eyes glued to the screen while the boy was turned around and filled again.
His masturbation became urgent, wet, and far too loud in the silence of the room, his hips moving on their own while his mind descended into complete chaos.
Yunho couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, even though a tiny part of his brain was still screaming that he shouldn't be watching this. His hand moved up and down his hard cock, slick and messy, keeping pace with the thrusts one of the guys was giving the bottom.
He sped up the movement, biting his lower lip hard to keep any sound from escaping. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his thighs trembling slightly while he lied to himself for the thousandth time that this was just loneliness.
In the video, someone grabbed the boy by the hair, forced him onto his knees, and started thrusting into his mouth with controlled force.
Yunho felt his stomach twist in a way that definitely wasn't just curiosity when he saw tears forming in the boy's eyes.
And then it happened, the guy on the screen let out a deep moan, held the bottom's head in place, and came directly into his mouth, filling it with thick spurts that spilled from the corners of the boy's lips.
That was enough.
"Fuck...!" Yunho whispered with a choked voice as he came, the orgasm hitting in hot, abundant spurts that dirtied his stomach, his hand, and even part of the laptop.
His whole body trembled, his hips thrusting into the air while his mind went completely blank for several long seconds.
It was one of the most intense orgasms he'd had in months.
When the wave passed, the silence of the room returned like a punch to the face.
Yunho remained there, panting, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. The screen still displayed the end of the video, but he slammed the laptop shut with a quick snap, as if that alone could erase what he'd just done.
The shame hit him like an avalanche.
"My God, I came watching a guy come in another guy's mouth...?" he whispered to himself, running his sweaty, dirty hands over his face, feeling his cheeks burn. "What kind of fucking straight guy am I?"
He wanted to disappear, go back in time, and punch himself in the face for typing "gay porn."
[ . . . ]
The following week was, without a doubt, one of the most humiliating weeks of Yunho's life.
First because he decided that, as a mature and emotionally stable adult, completely avoiding his own friends was a perfectly reasonable solution to his problems.
Which was extremely difficult when the three of them shared the same apartment.
On the first day, he pretended to be studying. On the second, he left for college earlier and came home later, and by the third day, he'd reached the point of standing in the hallway for ten whole minutes waiting for the elevator to come back up because he heard Mingi and San's voices coming from the apartment and wasn't psychologically prepared to face them.
Neither of them had any idea about the existential crisis happening inside his head. San continued being polite and adorable as always, and Mingi continued calling him an idiot at least three times a day.
And Yunho kept acting like he was hiding a corpse under his mattress.
The worst part was that during that miserable week, he developed a habit that definitely didn't fit the identity of an extremely straight man, or at least that's what he kept repeating to himself while closing his bedroom door.
Apparently, one single experience hadn't been enough to satisfy his curiosity.
No, he had decided to turn it into a full-blown obsession, and for some reason Yunho preferred not to analyze too deeply, he always ended up choosing similar videos.
Nothing absurd, violent, or weird, but inevitably his eyes were drawn to bigger guys, broad shoulders, confident expressions, and deep voices that seemed to make something unexplainable happen inside his chest.
It was probably just aesthetic preference, Yunho didn't even know anymore.
All he knew was that after four consecutive days of telling himself that this would be "the last time," he started noticing a worrying pattern, because his brain apparently had a type.
And the most infuriating part of all? His type looked annoyingly similar to the two people who shared an apartment with him.
"No." Yunho pointed at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror that Saturday morning. "Absolutely not... I can't take this anymore."
Unfortunately, his reflection didn't seem intimidated.
"You're gonna shut up and leave me alone...!" he continued, pointing a finger at himself.
"Hyung...?"
Yunho jumped so hard in fright that he almost dropped his toothbrush. San was standing in the bathroom doorway, still in his gym clothes, holding a towel over his shoulder and wearing a concerned expression.
"Are you talking to yourself...?"
Yunho's eyes widened. Of course, the universe hated him.
Jeong blinked several times, still trying to recover a few years of life expectancy he had lost from the scare.
"I thought you were at the gym with Mingi." He answered way too quickly.
San tilted his head in confusion.
"We just got back." He replied with a small smile.
Yeah, the universe had decided to turn Jeong Yunho into an unwilling participant in some sort of psychological torture show with a live audience.
The awkward silence threatened to return, but San already seemed to have gotten used to the increasing weirdness inside that apartment.
"Are you going to be long, hyung?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe. "I want to take a shower."
Naturally, being the perfectly normal person that he was, San started taking off his shirt right in front of him, revealing his sweaty, glistening chest, hardened nipples, everything nicely defined from the workout.
And Yunho's eyes automatically dropped. "Pecs. Man pecs. Better pecs than most of the girls I've slept with..." Yunho thought, feeling his mouth water.
His cock throbbed violently inside his pants, reminding him of all the suffering he'd been enduring throughout the week.
"No! I mean... I won't be long." Yunho crossed his legs quickly, but the movement was so abrupt that he almost tripped over his own feet. "I'm already leaving."
San simply nodded innocently and tugged his sweatpants down a little as he entered the bathroom. Yunho practically retreated, his heart hammering and a traitorous erection threatening to pitch a tent.
He needed to breathe. He was a grown man, and grown men survived their friends' plentiful and juicy chests, right?
He just needed some water, that was all, and then he decided that the best idea was to grab a bottle of ice-cold water and lock himself in his room for the entire weekend. It was a good plan, until he entered the kitchen and found Mingi on all fours on the floor, his hair tied up in a ridiculous ponytail and his shirt riding up while his ass stuck out in his sweatpants, outlining everything it possibly could.
Song was stretching his entire body underneath the cabinet, unintentionally wiggling his hips while grumbling to himself, completely unaware of the nervous breakdown he was causing his roommate.
"Where the fuck is it...?" Mingi huffed, swaying his ass from side to side while trying to crawl further under the furniture.
Yunho froze completely, feeling the blood rush down to his cock so quickly he nearly fainted.
"What are you doing?" he asked, having absolutely no idea that his voice had sounded like a pathetic moan.
"My earring fell." Mingi answered without paying much attention to Jeong's presence.
"Earring?"
"The blue gemstone one San gave me..." Mingi stretched again, his ass lifting even higher, outlining his thick thighs. "He'll kill me if I lose it."
Yunho felt a drop of sweat slide down his forehead, unable to move or ignore the situation.
Okay, maybe he could accept being bisexual. It was new and terrifying information, considering that in all his years of life he'd never had any sexual interest in men, but it was manageable.
Now, wanting to bury his face in that huge, sweaty gym ass while Mingi was innocently looking for a damn earring? That violated some law of physics and morality.
Suddenly, his cock throbbed so hard while he was lost in thoughts about burying his face in Mingi's ass that Yunho accidentally stepped backward, bumping his hip against the table and knocking over a mug.
"You're acting really weird." Mingi said, getting up with the earring in his hand.
Yunho stared at him for a few seconds, observing his sweaty face and the long hair tied up in a way that looked hastily done. When had Mingi become so handsome?
"I've always been weird."
"No, regular weird is one thing." Mingi said, giving that roguish smile he always wore whenever he was flirting. "Weird like 'I've got a hard-on and just destroyed the whole kitchen' is something else..."
"I don't..." Yunho's eyes widened as he swallowed hard, his hands instinctively moving in front of his body, trying to hide the erection. "It's not like that."
"You think you're really subtle, Yunho." Mingi laughed softly, taking a step forward. "If you're trying to figure yourself out..."
Yunho choked on his own saliva and coughed so hard he nearly threw up yesterday's lunch. Mingi didn't seem surprised by his reaction, much less by the fact that yes, Yunho had a hard-on.
"Minki!" San's voice came from the hallway. "Have you seen my..." He stopped in the middle of the sentence, his hair still wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. "Is everything okay?"
Yunho's cock throbbed so violently at the sight of the half-naked man that he had to quickly turn sideways, pretending to look at the floor, but ended up bumping into the table again and knocking over the rest of the dishes sitting there.
"I'm going to my room." Jeong let out a deep sigh, red down to his soul.
This was definitely divine persecution. And the worst part? A part of him was starting to enjoy the torture... while the other part just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
[ . . . ]
Jeong Yunho had reached an important conclusion, and that was that if God existed, He hated him.
It was the only plausible explanation after an entire week of existential crises, suspicious searches at three in the morning, and an embarrassing number of incognito tabs open in his browser.
Yunho had finally been forced to face the facts.
He was bisexual, but honestly? The revelation itself wasn't even the problem anymore. Surprisingly enough, after the initial breakdown, he realized he still liked women.
He genuinely liked them, and none of it had been a lie or some kind of repression. He was also sure that his attraction to fit, tanned male bodies wasn't confusion.
In fact, during one particularly desperate moment, he'd spent almost two hours reading articles on forums and texts about sexuality. He had even looked up "compulsory heterosexuality."
And the answer remained the same, he didn't fit into that.
Yunho liked women, going out with girls, kissing girls, and their company. He truly liked them.
And apparently, he also liked men, but if the universe had even the slightest bit of mercy, he could at least be interested in normal men.
But no, in all its infinite wisdom, it had decided to establish extremely specific criteria.
Strong men, especially gym rats with faces that looked stupid. Preferably owners of smug smiles that made him want to punch them in the mouth.
The more he thought about it, the more absurd everything seemed. There were millions of men on the planet, and yet his brain seemed particularly interested in two specific specimens who already occupied far too much space in his life.
Sighing dramatically, Yunho grabbed his phone and opened his notes app, writing:
Things I've recently learned about myself:
1. I'm bisexual, not gay or straight
2. God has abandoned me
3. I have terrible taste in men
4. I urgently need to meet new people"
He stared at the list for a few seconds before adding a fifth item.
5. I need to stop staring at Mingi's ass!!!
He nodded to himself. Now that was proper situation management. He was being mature and responsible.
Yunho jumped slightly when San practically collapsed onto the couch cushions, sprawling out like a lazy cat searching for the most comfortable spot in the house. He stretched his arms above his head, letting out a quiet sound of satisfaction while stretching his whole body.
"Hyung..." he called, his voice still heavy with sleep. "Do you know how to make pancakes?"
Yunho blinked several times, trying to ignore the whiny tone the other man had whenever he was sleepy.
"Pancakes...?"
"Uhum." San agreed, sinking deeper into the couch.
"And Mingi?"
"Mingi almost set the frying pan on fire last time." San let out a dramatic sigh.
"He did what?!"
"It was an accident!" San hurried to defend Song. "But... he burned that red spatula."
It was so absurdly believable that Yunho didn't even question how it had happened.
"You seem more responsible." San commented sincerely, and Yunho almost laughed. If Choi San knew that the person he considered "responsible" in that room had been avoiding him simply because he couldn't stop thinking about fucking his chest, he would probably change his mind.
San stretched again, unknowingly moving closer as he adjusted himself more comfortably, his shoulder ending up pressed against Yunho's.
And that was when Yunho noticed the scent. It didn't smell like strong perfume or anything overly artificial. It was comforting, maybe vanilla, clean laundry, and something fruity he couldn't quite identify.
"You smell like a bakery." The words slipped out before he could stop himself.
"Huh?" San turned his head toward him in surprise.
"Nothing!"
"No, you said something."
"I said that..." Yunho felt his soul leaving his body while his cheeks grew hot. "You smell sweet."
"Oh..." He smiled faintly, running a hand through his hair. "It's my new shampoo... Mingi bought it because he said I needed to stop smelling like the gym and suffering."
Yunho slowly closed his eyes. Of course even San's shampoo was chosen by Song Mingi. Truly, the universe refused to grant him a single moment of peace.
"So, do you know how to make pancakes or not?"
"I do."
The smile that appeared on Choi's face looked so satisfied that Yunho felt his own heart do a somersault inside his chest.
My God... Now he was finding smiles beautiful. There truly was no saving him anymore.
San stretched out a little more across the couch, practically melting into the cushions while looking at Yunho with those sparkling eyes and that pout which, obviously, existed solely to manipulate idiots like Jeong.
"Make them for me, please...?" he asked in a whiny voice, biting his lower lip while staring at Yunho. "I need them so much, hyung."
"I will." Yunho answered immediately, not even properly processing the request.
San could ask him to stick his entire arm into a blender at that moment, and without thinking twice, he would say yes.
"Thank you!" The smile that appeared on Choi's face was almost criminally beautiful. He leaned forward, aiming for Yunho's cheek, but at the exact second he got closer, Yunho turned his head to say something.
The kiss landed on his lips instead, and both of them froze immediately. San's eyes widened and Yunho felt his soul leave his body.
"I-I was trying to kiss your cheek!" he hurried to explain, quickly pulling away while his entire face turned pink.
Yunho was absolutely certain that his heart had just exploded.
"I... I know." he stuttered, staring at the floor with his eyes open in an anatomically impossible way.
"Sorry!" San brought a hand to his mouth, mortified. "I didn't mean to... I know you're not into..."
"N-no... you don't have to apologize!"
An unbearably awkward silence lasted for approximately five seconds until San's nervous little laugh echoed through the room.
"You're still the best."
Yunho truly wanted not to blush or get nervous, although his ears were already red with embarrassment, that didn't mean anything.
It had been a completely innocent accident.
San was affectionate, hugged people, and gave him kisses on the cheek as thanks long before they started living together. Choi wasn't at fault for this happening right when Yunho was definitely aware of his sexual orientation.
And it definitely hadn't been a real kiss... So why the hell did his heart feel like it was trying to escape through his ribs?
"I'll make your pancakes." That was all he managed to say before getting up from the couch too quickly and practically marching toward the kitchen.
He needed to focus on flour, eggs, and milk, not Choi San.
"I'm going to the bedroom to wake Mingi up." San informed him from behind, still looking embarrassed. "But call us when it's ready!"
"Okay!"
"And, hyung?"
Yunho turned his head.
San was still sprawled across the couch, smiling with that calm and lazy expression which had apparently also become a problem for Jeong Yunho's sanity.
"Thanks, really."
"No problem."
As soon as he was alone, Yunho placed both hands on the kitchen counter and stared into nothingness. He took a deep breath and looked down at his own hands, which were trembling slightly.
"He tried to kiss me on the cheek and accidentally kissed me on the lips." he whispered to himself while grabbing a bowl. "It was an accident." he reinforced once more, taking the eggs and milk from the fridge. "A perfectly normal accident... These things happen."
While whisking the pancake batter, Yunho decided he needed to organize his thoughts.
Honestly, he was completely fine with discovering he was bisexual. I mean, he'd never been homophobic. He had grown up beside Mingi, listening to his best friend talk about boys and girls with the same naturalness he used when talking about games or food.
When San came out during college, Yunho had been one of the first people to defend him from any stupid comments.
He was actually very proud of them. So why wouldn't he be proud of himself? He liked women and men, that's all there was to it.
It wasn't the end of the world.
If someone asked him right then whether he was ashamed of being bisexual, the answer would be no. He didn't feel embarrassed at all about admitting that he'd discovered he was attracted to male bodies at twenty-five years old.
His problem was something else, because for fuck's sake, there was nothing wrong with liking other men.
There was nothing wrong with discovering new things about himself... But did he really have to be attracted specifically to his best friends?
And to make everything infinitely worse, Yunho was beginning to realize that his thoughts were far more detailed than they should be. Sometimes he caught himself remembering the way Mingi's hands fit around San's slim waist, the way the muffled moans from the room next door made his cock ache, and most importantly... My God, Mingi's thighs.
"No." Yunho pointed the slightly melted spatula at the frying pan as if threatening his own thoughts. "We are not going down that road...!"
Because that was wrong, not because they were men, but because they were his friends.
And he shouldn't be thinking in such detail about how Mingi and San had sex in the middle of the night, much less questioning which position he would want to be in. Even less about what it would be like to have Mingi holding his waist and fucking him hard while San sucked him off...
"Ah, for fuck's sake!" Jeong groaned, annoyed with himself as he flipped the pancake. "Go to hell, damn it!"
Yunho finished stacking the pancakes on the plate like that was the most important thing in the universe.
He even drizzled some honey, cut up a few fruits he found in the fridge and placed a cute little napkin on the side. He had been avoiding the two of them for the last few days, so the least he could do was bring breakfast in bed to San.
Like, a normal friend gesture... Nothing much.
"Just be chill, you can do it." He murmured to himself, balancing the plate carefully as he walked down the hallway. "Stop acting like a total weirdo... They’re your friends."
The door to Mingi’s room was ajar, just a tiny crack, but enough for the hallway light to spill onto a piece of the bed.
Yunho was gonna knock, he really was... But his body just froze in place when he saw Mingi on top of San, his hand moving slowly between the Choi’s legs, squeezing and sliding with that lazy familiarity of someone who had done it a thousand times.
San kept his head thrown back on the pillow, mouth slightly open letting out low little moans that hit Yunho straight in the stomach.
"Hyung... we... " San whispered in that whiny voice. "Yunho might... ah... he might end up hearing us..."
"It’s just you stopping moaning like that, love." Mingi let out a low, husky chuckle, leaning in to gently bite his neck.
His hand didn’t stop, on the contrary, the movement became a little more intentional, the thumb circling right where he knew San went crazy. Choi bit his own lip, but another little moan escaped anyway, sharper, almost desperate.
Yunho felt the plate tremble in his hands, the heat rising up his neck, his ears and going straight down to his dick.
He knew he should turn around, that it was wrong to stay there watching, but his eyes wouldn’t obey him.
The way San’s thighs trembled, the way Mingi whispered to him while speeding up his wrist... It was exactly like he had imagined on the nights he spent touching himself in silence in the room next door.
"Holy shit..." He whispered quietly, biting his lower lip, unable to look away.
San suddenly arched his back, letting out a louder moan, and Mingi laughed against his skin, satisfied.
The plate slipped from Yunho’s hands before he could stop it, the sound of porcelain hitting the floor echoed through the hallway along with the pancakes and honey flying everywhere.
Mingi lifted his head immediately, his eyes meeting Yunho’s through the crack in the door. San also turned his face, still panting, with red cheeks and swollen lips.
"Hyung...?" San murmured with his voice still hoarse, not understanding what was happening.
"Sorry, I... I didn’t mean to look." Yunho stammered, taking an awkward step back, his hands shaking. "I just... brought the pancakes and the door was open and I..."
The words died in his throat when he realized Mingi didn’t look surprised at all.
The younger one just tilted his head, his gaze slowly traveling down Yunho’s body until it stopped, without any shame, right in the middle of his legs, where the sweatpants were making a ridiculous effort to hide how hard he was.
"Relax, Yun... No need to make up excuses." He pulled his hand out of San’s pants. "Want to join? The bed has enough space."
San blinked surprised, but didn’t say anything against it, just bit his lip again, looking at Yunho with those shiny little eyes that always dismantled him.
Yunho opened his mouth to deny it, to say it was crazy, that they were friends and he couldn’t, but his legs moved on their own.
One step after another, he walked towards the bed, his heart beating so loud it drowned out any rational thought that still tried to scream in his head.
Yunho knelt on the edge of the bed, feeling the mattress sink a little under his weight. Mingi leaned forward, touching his face with a delicacy that didn’t match the hungry look. His fingers slid across Yunho’s warm cheek, gently lifting his chin before subtly brushing against his pink lips, opening them slightly.
"Have you ever kissed another guy before, hyung?" Mingi asked quietly, Yunho shook his head, swallowing hard, unable to form words properly. "I’ll give that to you."
Before Yunho could process it, Mingi pulled him closer, pressing their lips together with pure desire, his tongue invading Yunho’s mouth as if he had been waiting for this for a long time.
Mingi’s hands slid down his back, firm and possessive, until they reached the front of the sweatpants. He squeezed Yunho’s hard cock over the fabric, massaging it eagerly.
Yunho moaned desperately against his mouth, his hips moving on their own, seeking more friction and the sound that escaped his throat was pathetic with how needy it was.
"Damn, I thought you were straight..." Mingi laughed low, pulling his mouth away just enough to speak against his lips, moving down to Yunho’s neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin there.
Yunho moaned softly, tilting his head to give more space, his hands were shaking as he brought them up to hold onto Mingi’s shoulders.
"I... I’m figuring myself out." He managed to answer amid a moan.
"Fuck, Yunho... thanks for coming out to us." Mingi laughed delightedly against the skin of his neck, running his tongue there just to feel Jeong shiver. "We're going to take good care of you."
San, who had been silently observing until then, propped himself up on his elbows, slowly sliding his fingers along the side of Yunho's body, tracing his ribs over the thick shirt.
"Take it off for me, hyung." Choi asked with that sly pout that drove Jeong crazy. "We're here without shirts and you're still fully dressed."
Yunho, obedient like an eager puppy, didn't think twice, yanked his own shirt off over his head in a quick movement, throwing it into some corner of the room.
San smiled and rose enough to pull Yunho by the nape, joining their lips in a wet and urgent kiss.
Before Yunho could lose himself in it, San stretched out his other hand and pulled Mingi by the nape as well. The three met in an awkward kiss, tongues touching outside and inside mouths, breaths mixing in low moans.
Yunho was in total ecstasy.
The strong hands of the two roamed his body, squeezing and caressing as they pleased, and he finally did what he had wanted since he started imagining all this.
He slid his hand down to San's strong and defined pectorals, squeezing the firm flesh with trembling fingers. With no ability to control what he wanted, he pulled his mouth away just enough to beg, desperate "Sannie, please... I want to fuck your boobs..."
San let out a surprised and aroused little laugh, biting his lower lip while watching Yunho's brown eyes stare at him as if it were a matter of life or death.
"You like my tits, hyung?" Choi questioned, holding his chin. Yunho nodded desperately. "You can fuck them, hyung."
Mingi reached for the lube that was on the nightstand, handing the bottle to Choi with a complicit little smile. San knelt on the edge of the bed, positioning himself at the right height.
Yunho got up somewhat shakily, still not quite sure how to do it, his legs weak from so much anticipation and unable to believe that his sweet and polite Choi San was really allowing him to do that.
San didn't waste time, poured some lube on his own chest, spreading it slowly with the palm of his hand while looking up with that little smile that didn't match the situation at all. Then he grabbed the waistband of Yunho's sweatpants and pulled them down slowly, freeing his cock.
"Fuck, hyung..." San moaned surprised upon seeing it, biting his lower lip. "You were hiding all this from us?"
He didn't think twice, took Yunho's pink cock into his mouth, sucking deep right away. Jeong let out a loud moan, unable to control himself he gave a firm thrust forward.
"Sorry... ah, shit, sorry..." He murmured hoarsely, but didn't stop moving his hips, pushing slowly into Choi's mouth.
Mingi laughed softly, already with his hand in his own pants, touching himself slowly while watching the two.
"Now fuck my tits, Yunho." With a wet pop, San pulled away panting, a string of saliva running from his swollen lips to the tip of Yunho's cock.
Yunho obeyed instantly, rubbed the swollen head against San's nipple, rubbing the slit there with a moan of pure delight, coating it with pre-cum. Soon he positioned his cock between San's slippery pectorals and began to move, thrusting slowly at first, then with more eagerness. San started squeezing his own tits with his hands, trying to keep him there, hot and tight, and that was the best thing he had ever felt in his life.
The lube made everything wet and the moist sound seemed too dirty for only the three of them to hear. The sight of San, whom Yunho had always considered a little saint, squeezing his own tits with his hands, pressing them firmly around his cock, almost made Jeong cum right there.
"Holy shit..." Yunho moaned hoarsely, his hips moving hard, feeling the soft and firm flesh embracing him completely. Each thrust made his cock slide up and down, the pink glans appearing and disappearing, rubbing against San's chest and leaving a shiny trail of lube mixed with pre-cum.
San looked up with half-closed eyes, biting his lower lip while squeezing his tits more to create that pressure that was driving him crazy.
"That's it, hyung... fuck harder." He moaned cutely, trying to stay still in the same place. "Use them however you want, Yun."
Yunho lost the rest of the control he still had.
He held San's shoulders to steady himself and started thrusting for real, the wet and obscene sound echoing in the room every time he lightly hit Choi's body. Mingi watched everything extremely satisfied, masturbating while seeing his friends having fun like that.
Yunho's cock was so thick that it barely fit there, forcing San's tits to squeeze even tighter around it.
"Hmpfff... fuck... It feels so good..." Yunho grunted, his eyes fixed on his own cock disappearing between those defined tits, the way San moaned softly every time the pink head rubbed against his chest, the lube dripping down the sides.
"Look at him, Sannie..." Mingi let out a delighted little laugh, rubbing his own glans with his thumb. "He's already addicted to your tits... Fuck, Yunho, you're a fucking pervert."
San laughed too, but the sound came out more like a moan when Yunho gave a particularly hard thrust. Choi squeezed even more, using his hands to guide the rhythm, squeezing and releasing in sync with Yunho's movements.
Yunho felt his legs shaking, the pleasure rising up his spine like a burn. He couldn't stop looking down, hypnotized by the way his thick cock fucked those perfect tits, leaving them red and shiny, pre-cum spurting, mixing with the lube and making the slide even easier.
"San... fuck, I won't last long..." He warned, his voice failing in the middle of the moan, his hips losing rhythm.
San shook his head, still squeezing his tits around Yunho's cock, preventing him from cumming.
"Ah, no... you're not cumming yet, hyung." He said, making that cute pout. "You interrupted us before, remember? Now you have to fuck me properly to make up for it, don't you agree?"
"Yes..." Yunho nodded desperately, almost shaking. "Please, San..."
San got up with a satisfied little smile, taking off the shorts he was still wearing in a quick movement. When the piece fell, it was clear that he was already prepared, he pulled a black anal plug from behind him, and Yunho couldn't hold back the moan upon realizing that the plug was there, keeping him open and ready.
"Mingi can teach you how to do it, hyung." He lay down again in the middle of the bed, opening his legs in an inviting way. "He's good at this."
Yunho climbed on top of Choi, his body trembling with anticipation. He had barely positioned himself when Mingi grabbed his waist firmly, sinking his fingers into the skin.
Mingi's hard cock rubbed against Yunho's ass over his clothes, while his large hand went down, covered in lube, and wrapped around Jeong's cock.
"You're going to fuck Sannie good, hyung?" Mingi whispered in his ear, while starting to masturbate Yunho slowly. "He's dying to feel you, you know?"
Mingi thrust slowly over the clothes, rubbing his cock against him in a torturous rhythm, his hand working on Yunho's cock while keeping him trapped between the two.
Yunho lowered himself, unable to resist, and captured one of San's nipples with his mouth, sucking hungrily while moaning loudly against the hot and soft skin. His tongue circled and sucked, teeth grazing, as if making up for all the times he had only imagined it. San arched his back, letting out a cute little moan that only worsened his desperation.
Mingi, still behind, laughed softly and guided Yunho's trembling hand downward, wrapping his fingers around San's hard and wet cock.
"Do it like it was your own, hyung." He whispered hoarsely, biting the skin of his ear, still masturbating Jeong's cock with his lubed hand. "Squeeze and stroke slowly, he loves it like that."
Yunho obeyed, moving his hand as Mingi had ordered, his thumb passing over San's sensitive head while continuing to suck on his chest.
"San... can I... can I go in?" Yunho asked, his voice coming out almost like a desperate whimper.
"Hyung looks like a desperate little puppy, Minki." San let out a sweet and aroused little laugh, opening his legs wider around him. "Of course you can, hyung."
Yunho held his own cock, positioned the pink glans against San's entrance and pushed slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, a hot, wet and absurdly tight pressure that made Yunho's legs tremble. San was hot as fuck and so tight it almost hurt from how good it felt.
"Ahhh... fuck..." Yunho moaned hoarsely, his voice coming out choked as he sank deeper. The plug had left San open enough to enter, but the tightness was still insane, as if Choi's body had been made for him.
Meanwhile, Mingi continued rubbing his hard cock over his pants against Yunho's ass, thrusting slowly and firmly, the fabric friction providing a pleasant and torturous friction.
"He's tight, huh, Yun?" Mingi laughed softly, sliding his nose along Jeong's neck. "Go ahead, hyung, Sannie can take it."
San let out a long, cute moan when Yunho finally buried everything, his hips pressing against his ass, the thick cock pulsing deep inside the tight heat. Yunho stayed still for a few seconds, just feeling, San's hands squeezing his wrists, and the constant pressure of Mingi rubbing and grinding from behind.
Yunho started moving slowly, pulling his hips back and pushing in again into that tight heat. Each slow thrust was delicious torture, San pulsing around him.
"Ahh... fuck, Sannie..." Yunho moaned tearfully, eyes half-closed as he watched Choi's pretty face contort with pleasure.
He was trying to keep a calm rhythm, savoring every sensation, until he felt Mingi's large hands slide down his waist to his ass.
The fingers spread his cheeks without ceremony, exposing everything, and Mingi began to control the movement, guiding Yunho's hips back and forth, forcing the thrusts to become deeper, more rhythmic, as if he were fucking San using Yunho.
The tallest felt the tip of Mingi's cock, drooling and hot, rubbing right in the middle of his spread ass. Mingi rubbed slowly, up and down, pressing the wet glans against his entrance, but without forcing it in, just teasing, letting the pre-cum spread there while controlling the rhythm of Yunho's thrusts inside San.
"That's it... fuck him like that for me." Mingi moaned against Yunho's nape, squeezing his ass more and pushing his hips hard. "Keep going like that, really deep..."
Yunho let out a loud moan, lost between the insane sensation of fucking San and Mingi's torturous teasing rubbing right where he was most sensitive, without giving him what he was already starting to beg for silently.
"Have you ever touched yourself here, Yunho?" Mingi continued rubbing the tip of his drooling cock against Yunho's entrance. "Have you ever put a finger or something in?"
Yunho immediately shook his head, his face burning with shame, even in the middle of the pleasure.
"Can I?" Mingi let out a low, satisfied little laugh, nibbling on his earlobe.
Yunho hesitated for just a second, taken by curiosity that burned stronger than the shame. He nodded, biting his lower lip.
Mingi didn't waste time.
While Yunho continued fucking San with deep, rhythmic thrusts, moaning every time he sank in, he felt Mingi's lubed finger press against his entrance. The touch was firm but careful, circling slowly before starting to push inside.
"Relax for me..." Mingi murmured, sliding the finger very slowly up to the first knuckle, feeling Yunho's inner walls contract around him. "That's it, like that..."
Yunho let out a loud, broken moan, his whole body trembling. The sensation was strange, invasive, but absurdly good. Mingi's finger was moving slowly, twisting and opening space while he continued thrusting inside San.
Every forward movement made his cock sink deeper into Choi, and every retreat made Mingi's finger go in a little more.
"Ahh... fuck..." Yunho whimpered, his hips losing rhythm.
Mingi added a second finger, stretching him calmly, curling his fingers inward in search of that sensitive spot. When he found it, he pressed firmly, massaging in circles while Yunho moaned desperately, feeling his pleasure triple.
He fucked San harder now, driven by the sensation of being opened by Mingi, the two stimuli mixing into a hot wave that made his head spin.
San moaned underneath him, squeezing his thighs around Yunho's waist, completely lost in the spectacle.
Yunho continued thrusting into San in an increasingly erratic rhythm, his thick cock sliding deep. When the third finger entered, stretching him even more, curling and hitting that sensitive spot, Yunho completely lost control.
The orgasm was unexpected, an overwhelming pleasure that shot up his spine and unraveled in the middle of a strangled moan, filling San with his cum in abundant spurts.
"Ahh... San... sorry..." Yunho whimpered, burying his face in Choi's neck. "I didn't mean to... I didn't want to cum inside... shit..."
Mingi laughed behind him, and pushed Yunho's hips hard against San, keeping him deep, half arched for himself with his chest pressed against Jeong's sweaty back. His fingers didn't stop, they kept fucking Yunho, opening and stretching with rhythmic movements, preparing him while his cock still throbbed sensitively inside San.
San let out a satisfied little moan, contracting around Yunho's cock, one hand coming up to his hair, caressing tenderly.
"Shh, hyung... it's okay." Choi whispered with that sweet voice. "I love feeling you cumming inside me like this... You were so good... Now relax and let Mingi open you up properly." He asked, planting a little kiss on the other's forehead. "I bet you'll look beautiful when he fucks you for real."
Mingi continued moving his three fingers inside him, opening and stretching with relaxed movements, curling them exactly where Yunho felt it most. Jeong moaned lowly, his whole body sensitive, and his cock started to harden again inside San, even though he had cum not long ago.
"Who do you want to fuck you, Yunho?" Mingi murmured, leaving a trail of wet and hot kisses along Yunho's pale back, his tongue sliding slowly down his spine. "Tell me, who do you want to take your virginity?"
Yunho whimpered, pushing his hips back against Mingi's fingers without even realizing it.
"You... please, Mingi..." He begged softly, lost in Song's deep voice. "I want it to be you."
"I'll be careful with you, I promise." Mingi smiled against his skin, giving another wet kiss. "I'll give you the best first time possible."
Yunho wasn't a virgin, obviously not, but hearing Mingi talk like that, as if it were something precious and delicate, made his cock ache from being so hard again, pulsing strongly inside San.
Mingi slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving Yunho empty, and positioned himself better from behind, holding his own base and pressing the hot, lubed glans against his entrance. He pushed with patience, slowly enough to be torture for himself, stopping every time he felt Yunho tense up.
"Take a deep breath..." Mingi whispered while one hand caressed his back and the other held his hip firmly. "You're doing so well... so tight for me, fuck..."
Yunho moaned loudly when the head of Mingi's cock finally entered, the sensation of being filled slowly was uncomfortable, but Mingi compensated with soft kisses while San still squeezed around his cock, caressing his hair tenderly.
"You're doing so well, puppy..." Mingi stopped again, only the tip inside, waiting for him to get used to it, kissing his back and shoulders while murmuring low praises. "You're so good, Yunho... so good for me..."
He only continued when Yunho started pushing back, asking for more with his body, entering little by little until he was completely buried, his hips pressed against his ass. Mingi stayed still there, hugging Yunho from behind, letting him feel every pulse while kissing his nape.
Yunho whimpered softly, a cute and desperate sound escaping his parted lips as he felt the absurd pressure of Mingi's thick cock against his prostate.
"Ahh... Mingi... it's..." He moaned softly, babbling things that neither of the others understood, his whole body trembling between the two.
Mingi started moving slowly, short and careful thrusts, almost lazy, pulling out only halfway before sinking back in deep. Each movement pushed Yunho forward, making his cock slide inside San in a synchronized rhythm.
"Does it feel good like this, hyung?" Mingi whispered hoarsely against his nape, his firm hand on Yunho's waist guiding the movement.
"He's so good, Minki..." San let out a loud, cute moan from below, squeezing his legs around Yunho's waist with half-closed eyes of pleasure. "You need to... Hmpff... try his cock later..."
Yunho was lost, caught in the middle of the two. Mingi made him fuck San without even needing to make an effort, he was leaving him delirious, moaning nonstop, completely surrendered.
Mingi continued with slow and deep thrusts, every time he sank into Yunho, he pushed him deeper inside San. The rhythm was pleasant, constant, almost lazy, but it was already leaving the three of them lost.
Mingi's firm hands slid up Yunho's sweaty body, gliding over his ribs and pressing his broad chest against his pale back, trapping the two in a tight embrace while they fucked. His fingers found Jeong's sensitive nipples, pinching and twisting them slowly, pulling lightly.
"You're perfect for this, Yunho..." Mingi whispered hoarsely against his pale neck, his voice low and naughty, lips brushing against the goosebumped skin. "For staying in the middle of us, moaning like a little doll while we use you..."
San, from below, moaned cutely, one hand sliding between their bodies to masturbate slowly, his eyes glued to the scene above him. It was wonderful to see Yunho being completely dominated by Mingi, with his face contorted in pleasure, his nipples being tortured by fingers while he was fucked and fucking at the same time.
"Hyung... you two are so hot like this..." San murmured, his voice failing as he sped up his hand on his own cock, squeezing around Yunho.
Mingi laughed softly against Yunho's neck, biting there and giving another hard thrust, keeping their bodies pressed together with no space between them. San let out a cute little moan, still masturbating while looking at Yunho with eyes shining with desire.
"Hyung... I want your mouth..." Choi asked. "I want to be the first guy to fuck that pretty mouth."
Mingi laughed lowly against Yunho's neck and pulled his hips back firmly, forcing Jeong's cock to slowly slide out of San, spreading cum on the sheets. Yunho whimpered at the sudden sensation, but could barely keep up with the movements.
San got up quickly, positioning himself on his knees in front of him with a satisfied little smile.
"Since Mingi is taking your virginity..." He murmured, holding his own cock and rubbing the swollen, wet glans against Yunho's parted lips. "It's only fair that I get something too, right?"
Mingi, without wasting time, placed a firm hand on the back of Yunho's neck to keep him in place, holding him on all fours for both of them.
San didn't wait long, rubbed his cock between his lips a few times, spreading pre-cum, before pressing the glans against Yunho's mouth.
Yunho opened his lips, unsure, and started sucking somewhat clumsily.
He didn't really know what to do, his tongue sliding awkwardly around the glans, teeth grazing lightly from time to time, sucking shyly while trying to fit more into his mouth. The salty, hot taste filled his tongue, and he moaned softly around San's cock, with watery eyes looking up.
"Relax your throat, hyung." San whispered, starting to caress his messy hair, not forcing yet. "You're doing so well for the first time..."
Mingi gave a light slap on Yunho's ass and leaned in to whisper in his ear —"Suck him properly and I'll make you cum again."
Song held Yunho's hips firmly with both hands, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and started fucking him with more eagerness. The thrusts became deeper and more rhythmic, the thick, hot cock entering and exiting with force, hitting straight on the prostate every time he sank in.
The wet sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixed with the strong smell of sex, sweat and lube in the air.
"You're taking my cock so well, Yun..." Mingi grunted hoarsely, his hips slamming against Yunho's ass hard, making the flesh tremble with each impact.
Yunho moaned loudly around San's cock, the sound coming out muffled, the thrusts making his whole body shake violently, his hard cock swinging heavily between his legs, rubbing and drooling against the sheets. Every time Mingi sank all the way in, he pushed Yunho forward, forcing more of San's cock down his throat.
"Hyung..." San held his hair tenderly, fingers trembling slightly, moaning cutely. "Your mouth feels so good..."
Yunho was already on the edge again, all those sensations were too much, his whole body burned, his thighs trembling, his insides pulsing around Mingi.
He tried to warn, tried to pull his mouth back, but could only let out a choked and desperate moan when the orgasm hit hard for the second time. Yunho's body convulsed, thick, hot spurts splashed onto Mingi's sheets without even being touched.
The loud moan that escaped made him choke on San's cock, letting saliva run down the corners of his mouth, his eyes watered while his throat contracted in spasms around Choi's glans, he tried to breathe desperately.
"Holy shit, look at him... cumming again while choking on your cock..." Mingi laughed hoarsely, not stopping fucking him deep through the orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until Yunho became a complete trembling mess, panting and drooling between the two.
San let out a long, cute moan, his hips trembling as he felt Yunho's throat tighten hard around him during the orgasm.
"Hyung... I'm gonna cum..." Choi warned amid low moans, but it was already too late, he filled Yunho's mouth, the salty, strong taste exploding on his tongue.
Yunho tried hard to swallow with his throat contracting in spasms while trying not to choke again. Some of the cum ran down the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin, but he continued sucking weakly, obediently, until San pulled out with a satisfied sigh.
Mingi pulled out of him and with an easy movement, turned Yunho onto his back on the bed, opening those pale, strong thighs with his large hands.
"My turn..." He murmured, positioning himself between his legs and thrusting in again with eagerness, fucking deep and fast, much more intense than before.
Yunho let out a hoarse cry, arching his body on the bed. He was completely sensitive, his prostate being hammered mercilessly and his half-soft cock still throbbed.
San lay down over Yunho's sweaty chest, kissed the prominent collarbone tenderly, moving his mouth up to the pale neck, sucking and nibbling the sensitive skin while one hand slid down to wrap around Jeong's half-soft cock.
"You're so sensitive now, hyung... A mess for us," San whispered against his neck, masturbating him slowly, squeezing and sliding his fingers even with the cock not fully hard yet. "Hold on a little longer... we love seeing you like this."
Yunho could only moan and whimper, his hands gripping the sheets, his whole body trembling between Mingi's hard thrusts and San's caresses.
His head spun with that sensitivity, unable to form words, only desperate and broken sounds escaping his swollen mouth.
Mingi continued fucking Yunho hard enough for the bed to creak, his thick cock entering and almost fully exiting, hitting straight on the sensitive, swollen prostate every time. The wet and obscene sound of skin against skin echoed loudly in the room.
San, pressed against his chest, didn't stop masturbating his cock, now half-hard, sensitive as fuck, his slippery hand going up and down slowly, squeezing the sensitive pink head with his thumb.
"Ahh... Mingi... Sannie... it's too much..." He whimpered desperately, his voice hoarse, cute and broken, tears running from the corners of his eyes. "I can't take it anymore... ahh, fuck..."
His hips moved on their own, pushing back against Mingi and forward into San's hand, contradicting his own words.
His cock throbbed weakly in Choi's palm, trying to harden again even after cumming so much, making him let out high, pathetic little moans every time San ran his thumb over the slit.
"Shh, you're doing so well, hyung..." San whispered against his neck, nibbling the already marked skin while speeding up his hand a little. "Look at how you're squeezing Mingi..."
"You look so hot crying like this for me... hold on a little longer, Yun." Mingi grunted, holding his thighs tighter and thrusting deeper, tilting his hips to hit that spot even better. "Cum again if you need to, we want to see you destroyed like this."
Yunho could only whimper louder, his whole body convulsing between the two, completely surrendered and unable to think about anything else.
He felt everything at once, overwhelmingly, it was like pure electricity shooting up his spine.
Each thrust turned the pleasure into a delicious, almost unbearable ache, a heat that spread through his belly, his balls and up to the tip of his cock, making it pulse weakly in the slippery fingers that squeezed and slid over his half-soft but absurdly sensitive cock.
His cock tried to harden again, but it hurt in a delicious way, his contracted balls ached from being so empty, and every movement of San's thumb over the slit made Yunho's whole body jolt involuntarily.
"Ahh... hnnng... it's... it's too much..." Jeong whimpered with tears running down his temples.
He felt exhausted, completely destroyed, every nerve ending seemed to be on fire.
Yunho couldn't even think anymore, he could only sob with pleasure, his body writhing between the two as if trying to escape and get closer at the same time.
Yunho came again, without warning, with no control at all, the orgasm was weak, almost dry, just a thin, hot spurt that escaped his overly sensitive cock, lazily dripping down his own belly and San's fingers. There was almost nothing left to give, his body was already exhausted.
Thick tears ran from the corners of his eyes, sliding down his temples and wetting his hair. His face was red, his mouth parted moaning and sobbing at the same time, a cute and broken sound that was pure ecstasy in being destroyed.
Mingi let out a hoarse moan, admiring the sight, and slowly pulled out of him. The thick cock slid out with a wet sound, leaving Yunho empty and blinking. Jeong barely had time to catch his breath before Mingi grabbed his own cock and started masturbating fast.
With a few firm strokes, Mingi came on Yunho's abdomen, dirtying him with white, viscous streaks that slowly dripped down to his navel.
"You were incredible, hyung..." San smiled against his neck, still caressing the sensitive cock slowly, spreading what little was left. "So good that you even cried for us."
Yunho closed his eyes, completely lost in too many sensations. His whole body throbbed, his mind was a blank canvas, no thoughts, just a hot, exhausted buzz.
Everything spun slowly, distant, as if he were floating outside his own body.
When he opened his eyes again, he didn't know how much time had passed. He was curled up on his side on the bed, covered by soft, clean sheets, his body sore, his thighs weak and the skin of his abdomen clean, without traces of what had happened.
Someone had taken care of him.
Mingi was glued to him from behind, his broad chest pressed against Yunho's back, a strong, warm arm passing around his waist, holding him as if he never wanted to let go. The youngest's calm breathing tickled his nape.
Yunho blinked slowly, still a bit dazed, his face burning just from remembering the cries and moans, everything he had let out.
San appeared at the bedroom door, holding a plate of pancakes in one hand and a glass of juice in the other. He was wearing a loose t-shirt, probably Mingi's, and a almost shy little smile.
"Awake, hyung?" San asked, entering the room. "I made pancakes."
He placed the plate on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed slowly, lying down facing Yunho, his nose almost touching his.
"How are you feeling?" San murmured, bringing his hand up to caress Jeong's messy hair with a tenderness that made his chest tighten. "We cleaned you up properly and let you rest a bit..."
Mingi tightened the hug from behind, planting a lazy kiss on his shoulder.
"I thought you didn't know how to make pancakes." Yunho whispered, feeling his face heat up.
San smiled and placed a soft peck on his lips.
"And I thought you were straight."