Zakhael's

he opened the door and you were standing there, slightly flushed from the heat, wearing a hoodie you always wore when you came over to hang, casual like this was any other night. except it wasn’t. you weren’t looking at him like his best friend anymore.

you looked at him like you wanted him.

mark inhaled hardly. his heart was racing again like he hadn’t already blown his load ten minutes ago.

“hey,” you said, voice just a little too low, like you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

mark backed up to let you in, suddenly hyper-aware of how messy his hair looked, how red his ears probably were. he could still feel the throb in his cock, the need that hadn’t gone away.

you stepped in, shut the door behind you, and gave him a look that made his knees nearly buckle.

“you—uh—” he start, his voice cracking embarrassingly. mark scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting to yours. “you’re actually here.”

you raised a brow, stepping into his space like it was nothing. “you didn’t think i’d come?”

mark laughed nervously. his throat was dry.

“i thought—i don’t know. you heard me—”

“i did,” you said. your voice dropped again. that voice. mark felt it in his spine. “and you sounded so hot.”

his breath caught.

you reached up and touched his jaw, gentle but so deliberate it completely short-circuited his brain.

“mark,” you murmured, tilting your head a little. “was that the first time you touched yourself to me?”

mark froze.

his ears went bright red. he couldn’t lie. not to you. not when you were this close, looking at him like that.

“…no.”

your hand slid into his hair. “thought so.”

mark made a sound. it was somewhere between a whimper and a laugh. “you’re evil.”

you leaned in, letting your lips ghost over his ear.

“you wanna fuck me, mark?”

mark audibly gasped.

his whole body tensed. his cock twitched painfully in his sweats — already half-hard again and it hadn’t even been fifteen minutes.

“y-yeah,” he coaxed, like it physically hurt him to admit it. “fuck, i want to. i—have for so long. you have no idea.”

you smiled against his cheek. “then show me.”

mark forgot how to breathe.

something cracked open in his chest — every wall, every single dumb little fear he’d held onto all these years spend with you — it just crumbled the second you said that. like you were inviting him to do what he’d only ever dreamed about with his hand wrapped around his cock and your name deep in his throat.

his fingers twitched. his breath hitched. and then, finally, he kissed you.

it was hard and desperate.

he kissed you like he needed you to breathe.

mark’s hands flew to your face, pulling you into him with a guttural sound, as if something primal had taken over. his lips molded to yours in an instant — open-mouthed, breathless, full of hunger. he tilted his head and groaned when you kissed him back, deep and slow, your tongue meeting his like you’d done this a thousand times.

it was unreal how good you tasted, how naturally you moved with him — like your mouths were made to find each other. tongues sliding, lips parting. wet, hot, and so perfect. mark felt drunk on it.

you cupped the back of his neck, dragging your fingers into his hair, and he let out a soft cry against your lips. like some kind of pent-up loser finally getting touched. but mark couldn’t help it. your hands were on him. your voice was in his ear. he was already hard again, straining in his pants, so sensitive it was almost unbearable.

he pulled you back with a gasp, forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged.

“fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“i think i do,” you whispered, your fingers trailing under his shirt. “you’re burning up.”

mark clenched his jaw, eyes instantly fluttering shut. his skin was buzzing. you dragged your palms over his chest and stomach, slow and teasing — learning him. you’d barely even touched him properly and he already felt like he was gonna snap.

your voice, low and calm, cut through the haze.

“show me.”

mark blinked. “what?”

you stepped back just a little, just enough to look him in the eye. “what you do when i’m not here. when you think about me. i wanna see.”

his whole body shuddered.

the embarrassment was instant, but so was the heat. his throat closed, and mark looked at you like he couldn’t believe what you’d just said to him, then he glanced down at himself — already tenting his sweats again, already leaking, already so pathetic.

“you’re serious,” he breathed, voice cracking.

you nodded, sitting slowly on the edge of his bed.

“i want to see what gets you off when you’re thinking about me. everything. don’t hide anything.”

mark’s knees nearly gave out.

he’d imagined this. god, he’d imagined this — but this wasn’t a fantasy anymore. you were right here. watching him. wanting him. mark inhaled hard, backing up until the backs of his legs hit his desk chair.

his palms were sweating.

“you’re gonna watch me?” he whispered.

“i’m not gonna stop watching,” you said, voice thick, steady. “now take it off. let me see you.”

mark let out a shaky breath. he couldn’t believe all of this was really happening. his hands went to the hem of his hoodie, and he pulled it over his head, dropping it carelessly. then his sweats — slowly, his fingers dragging down the waistband until they pooled around his ankles. his cock sprang up, flushed red, already wet at the tip and sensitive as hell.

he heard you exhale. a quiet curse under your breath.

mark’s chest heaved. he looked down at himself, then back at you. his voice was barely a whisper.

“…you always make me this hard.”

you didn’t say anything. you just looked at him as if he was the only thing in the world worth seeing.

so he sat. slowly. on the chair. kegs spread.

and mark started touching himself — just like he did when you weren’t around.

he spat into his palm, wrapped it around his cock, and let out the softest, neediest moan. “fuck—”

it was too much already. his fingers glided over the head, teasing it the way he always did, using the slick from his tip to stroke slowly and tightly. he was sensitive — so sensitive from cumming not long ago — and the way you were watching him made every nerve light up.

“this is what i think about,” he murmured. his hips jerked up into his own fist. “your voice—fuck—i always start with your voice…”

you shifted on the bed, visibly hard too now, breathing shallow. mark dragged his thumb under the head and whined loudly.

“i think about you saying my name. all soft. all fucking pretty. like you did on the phone.”

he looked at you then — eyes wide, pupils blown, mouth open. he looked wrecked already.

“want me to talk you through it?” you said, voice hoarse, hand moving to your own lap.

he groaned. “please…”

you got up slow, too slow, and crossed the room like you were trying to kill him with every step.

mark couldn’t stop staring at you. your face. your mouth. your hand where it pressed against your pants, stroking yourself through the fabric. you sat on his lap — not on the chair, on him — one knee sliding to either side of his thighs, your weight grounding him completely. his breath hitched. his cock pulsed against your stomach where it was caught between your bodies.

you leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

“just like that,” you whispered. “don’t stop touching yourself. i wanna hear how you sound.”

mark choked on a moan.

he was already panting, fist slick on his cock as he jerked himself off under you. your warmth, your voice — it was like pouring gasoline on fire. his body was trembling, too sensitive, too close.

and then… then you touched him.

your fingers brushed his wrist, guiding his hand just a little tighter. then you slipped lower. past his hand. you ran your fingers down the length of his cock (his whole body jolted) then cupped his balls gently, like you already knew what he liked. mark gasped, his head falling back against the chair, neck arched, mouth wide open.

“f–fuck—fuck, don’t—don’t stop,” he whimpered, so loud it didn’t sound like him.

your mouth was right against his ear now. “you sound so fucking hot when you moan like that, mark. you ever jerk off that loud when you’re alone? huh?”

he groaned, hips jerking up into his own fist. “no—fuck, no—only when i’m thinking about you—only when i’m pretending you’re here—”

“good,” you whispered. “because i want all of it now. wanna see how much you want me.”

mark was falling apart.

he didn’t even care anymore how much noise he was making. his moans spilled out of him like they had a mind of their own — high, choked, desperate sounds every time your fingers slid up and teased the underside of his shaft, or when your other hand brushed over his nipples, barely, just enough to make him jolt again.

mark was leaking like crazy, his cock flushed red and throbbing, veins thick, twitching in his grip. it felt so fucking good — but it wasn’t enough. he needed more. he needed you.

he looked at you, eyes glassy,m and lips wet.

“i—fuck—i can’t—”

you kissed him.

hot and open-mouthed, swallowing every noise, licking into him as if you wanted to taste his begging. oh, and mark completely lost it. he broke the kiss with a gasp, hips grinding up into your stomach now, frantic and uncontrollable.

“please,” he panted, eyes wide, devastated. “i need to be inside you—i need it—i can’t—i wanna fuck you so bad—please let me—let me—please—”

you dragged your thumb up the head of his cock. he sobbed out.

“then fuck me,” you breathed, eyes dark. “i’m not gonna stop you.”

mark almost came right then and there.

his whole body stuttered forward.

as if his brain stopped working and his body just moved, his hands fumbled at your waistband as he kissed you again. rougher this time, messier. your mouth parted for him like it belonged to him, and he kissed you like it was the only thing keeping him alive. teeth clashing, tongues sliding, lips swollen from how hard he wanted you.

you let him strip you, let him really see you, and mark couldn’t even look away.

his hands were shaking as he took off the few rest of his clothes, cock already flushed and leaking, curved thick toward his stomach. you stared at it. at him. you reached down and brushed your fingers up the underside, gentle and slow, and mark almost folded.

“fuck,” he gasped, clutching your wrist. “don’t—fuck, don’t do that—i’ll cum, i swear to god—”

you just smirked, teasing. “you’re so sensitive.”

“i’ve been hard for an hour,” he said, voice cracking. “and you’re just—you’re here—i can’t—i can’t think straight—”

he pushed your legs open with his trembling hands, mouth parted as he stared down at your hole. he’d dreamed about this. every night, every time he jerked off alone in this room — it was always this. you, splayed out under him. letting him have you.

he lined himself up, rubbing his cockhead over you first, spreading the slick. your breath hitched. he looked up at you, pupils blown, lips wet.

“you sure?” he asked, barely a whisper.

you nodded, voice just as soft. “i want all of it.”

that broke him.

mark slowly pushed in, inch by inch, and the second he breached you, everything left his body in a single moan.

“oh my god—” he choked, eyes rolling back. “fuck, you’re tight—you’re so fucking tight—”

your hands gripped his biceps, grounding you as he buried himself deeper. your walls clung to him like you didn’t want to let go of him. mark couldn’t breathe. couldn’t move for a second — just stayed there, fully inside, jaw clenched and whole body shaking.

his voice was already a mess. “you feel—fuck—you feel insane, i can’t—”

“move,” you murmured, breathless. “please, mark. i want you to.”

no sooner said than done.

mark pulled out a little and snapped deeply back in. you gasped, your head tilting back, and mark watched every second of it. the way your mouth dropped open, the way your back arched slightly. he memorized it.

and then he started fucking you.

he lost his rhythm almost immediately — way too overwhelmed, too full of it — but god, it felt so fucking good. every time he thrust in, your body squeezed him tighter, like you didn’t want him to stop. the slick sounds of skin against skin, your breathing, the way you moaned his name. it pushed him over the edge.

“you feel—fuck—you feel like you were made only for me,” he babbled, thrusting faster now, voice raw. “i can’t—i can’t stop—don’t want to stop—please don’t tell me to stop—”

you weren’t saying anything. you were just moaning, wrecked and flushed and gripping his shoulders hardly, whispering things like 'mark, yes' and 'just like that' and it made him go feral. he leaned down, pressing his chest to yours, forehead to your temple.

his cock was throbbing deep inside you. he could feel your heartbeat in your walls, feel the way you clenched every time he moaned too loud.

“your voice,” he gasped. “say something—say anything, please—i’ll cum, just say something—”

you grabbed his face, pulled him in close, and whispered against his lips :

“you’re fucking me so good, mark.”

mark let out a soft plea.

a broken, high sound that cracked out of him like a sob. his thrusts turned frantic — sloppy, deep, and fast — hips slamming into you as his body chased that edge he’d been hovering on for so long.

“you’re so deep,” you moaned, legs locking around him. “i can feel you everywhere. you’re perfect—so big, so good—fuck, mark—”

his body locked. everything tensed, his breath hitched — and finally he begged.

“can i—fuck, please, can i cum inside? please—please let me—wanna fill you up—need to—”

your answer was instant. “y-yes. do it. give it to me.”

mark snapped.

he let out a sound that didn’t even sound human — half cry, half moan — and slammed into you one final time. his cock pulsed, deep and hard, and he came so hard he couldn’t breathe. warmth spilled inside you in thick, desperate pulses. he kept grinding through it, kept whimpering against your neck.

“fuck, fuck, i love you—fuck, i love your voice—i love your body—i can’t stop—can’t—” he panted, still moving, overstimulated and desperate to stay inside you.

you kissed his cheek, your own breath catching, body twitching from how deep he still was.

mark was shaking.

his thighs trembled. his fingers dug into your skin. his cock was still buried deep inside you, softening slowly, but it wasn’t quite enough. he still felt like he needed more. he couldn’t stop kissing you — jaw, lips, throat, shoulder — anything he could reach. he wanted to live inside this moment forever.

but his body wouldn’t let him rest.

mark was still moving — barely so — just little, slow grinds of his hips against you. his cock had softened inside you, but not for long. not when you were still warm, still gripping him, still making the softest sounds under your breath every time he shifted just right. he couldn’t pull out. he wouldn’t.

“i’m still—fuck, i’m still hard,” he whispered, voice raw, forehead pressed to your cheek. “i don’t even—how is that possible—”

you laughed tiredly, quiet and breathless, hands dragging over his damp back. “maybe because you’ve been edging for so long.”

mark let out a sound like a broken sigh, hips twitching again. “don’t even joke—you have no idea how many times i’ve—thought about this—about you—your voice—your mouth—”

he shifted again, and his cock — sticky and slick with your mixed release — dragged against your walls, half-hard but growing fast. he gasped.

“fuck—you’re still so tight, i can’t—” he kissed you again, messy, uncoordinated, and so desperate. “let me stay inside. please. i’ll be good. i’ll go slow. i just need—i need you, please—”

you cupped his face, guiding his eyes to meet yours.

“mark.”

his heart stuttered.

“you’re still inside me,” you said, gentle, voice low and steady. “and i don’t want you to pull out either.”

he nearly melted on the spot.

“oh my god,” he breathed, biting down on a moan. his hips bucked once, involuntary. “say more. i beg you. i need you to keep talking—need to hear your voice—your voice makes me so fucking hard—”

you leaned in, your mouth brushing his ear, and said :

“then fuck me again. if you need it so bad, show me.”

he shivered — a full-body twitch — his cock jerking back to life inside you, already thickening again.

“oh fuck, okay—okay—i can do it, i can—” he stammered, voice so high and needy it barely sounded like him anymore. “just let me, just—please—”

he started thrusting again. slowly and carefully. like he was scared he’d break something in you if he went too fast — but still so deep. his cock was oversensitive, every nerve fried, every push into you making him moan just a little louder than before.

he couldn’t stop praising you.

“you’re perfect—fuck, you’re so perfect—i don’t even deserve you, i don’t—why are you letting me—why do you feel so good—”

you tightened your arms around his back. “because i want you, mark.”

he whimpered — an actual whimper — and buried his face in your neck.

“i’m gonna cum again,” he said, almost crying. “already—fuck, i can’t help it—i wanna fill you up again—please, let me—don’t kick me out—”

you rocked your hips up into him, slow andtorturous.

“you’re not going anywhere, mark. you’re staying inside me ‘til you’ve got nothing left.”

oh, that destroyed him.

he thrust harder, faster now, voice caught between gasping and sobbing.

“don’t say that—i’ll never stop—fuck, i’ll cum again—right now—i swear i will—”

“do it,” you moaned. “i want you to. inside me, again.”

and then he did. mark lost it.

again.

his whole body jerked forward, his hands gripping your sides like you were the only thing keeping him tethered. he moaned — a loud, broken moan — right into your mouth as he kissed you, sloppy and wet and desperate. his cock pulsed deep inside you, twitching violently as he came again, so much for someone who’d already cum just before.

it spilled hot into you, and you gasped beneath him, your own body seizing up, overstimulated and trembling.

mark didn’t stop kissing you.

his lips pressed to yours again and again, moaning loudly into each one, his breath catching, body twitching with aftershocks. he was gasping through it — every nerve frayed, hips stuttering forward as if he couldn’t stop even if he tried to.

“fuck, you’re amazing,” he babbled, half-sobbing into your mouth. “you’re so warm—so good—i never felt anything like this—i can’t—i love the way you feel, i swear to god i’m gonna die—”

you were panting too, hands gripping his shoulders like you needed to hold on for dear life. your legs were trembling around his waist, and he could feel how raw your body was under his.

and still, he stayed inside you.

he couldn’t stop.

“did i—fuck—did i do good?” he whispered, breathless, barely coherent. “please tell me i did good, please—please, i just wanted—i wanted to be good for you—”

you grabbed his face with both hands, pulled him down into a kiss, slower this time — messy but full of heat. mark melted into it. moaned again. whined.

“you did so good, mark,” you say into his lips. “you fucked me so good.”

mark exhaled a trembling moan.

“i love your voice,” he said, barely a whisper, his forehead pressed to yours. “i think i’m in love with you—i swear—fuck, i’d do anything for you. uou could ruin me.”

you chuckled, still breathless, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “i think i already did.”

mark quivered — hips giving one last twitch before he collapsed fully against your chest, cock still inside you, still leaking, overstimulated and clinging to you like he never wanted to let go.

“i’m never pulling out,” he mumbled, dazed.

“you are gonna have to move eventually,” you murmured, lips in his hair.

“not yet,” he whispered. “just… please. just stay.”

and, of course, you did.

mark didn’t move for a long time.

your heartbeat was steady under his ear, your arms loose around his shoulders. everything was hot and sticky and still — your bodies tangled together in the low light of his room, chest to chest, skin damp with sweat, cum slowly dripping from between your legs.

he breathed you in.

slow, deep breaths that barely helped. he was still shaking. not from arousal this time — at least, not just that. it was the crash. the sheer emotional weight of what just happened. he’d wanted you for so long and now — god. now you were here. you’d let him inside. you’d touched him like you meant it. said his name like you felt it.

mark blinked hard against your skin. he still hadn’t pulled out. he couldn’t.

“…you okay?” he whispered, voice hoarse and soft, barely above a breath.

your hum rumbled through your chest.

“yeah. just… tired.”

mark lifted his head, just enough to look at you. your eyes were half-lidded, your lashes damp. you looked completely blissed out — ruined in the best way — and so beautiful it made his chest ache.

“was it too much?” he asked, quietly, his brows drawn with worry. “i didn’t mean to—i got carried away, and—fuck, i should’ve gone slower, i’m so—”

you reached up and brushed his hair back, fingers light against his temple.

“mark,” you said gently, “you were perfect.”

his breath caught.

you didn’t even say it with that teasing lilt you always used. it was real and sincere. you were telling the truth.

mark looked like he might cry.

“…okay,” he whispered, nodding too fast. “okay. just… wanted to take care of you. i still—i can…”

he slowly eased himself out, careful not to hurt you. he winced when he saw the mess — his cum leaking from you, still thick and warm, smeared between your thighs.

“fuck, sorry—sorry, that’s so—i’ll clean you up, just stay there—don’t move—”

he scrambled off the bed on wobbly legs, tugging his hoodie back on halfway, not even realizing it was inside out. he disappeared into the bathroom, and you could hear the rush of water, the frantic shuffle of him tearing paper towels off the roll, then muttering :

“idiot—no, get the cloth, soft, soft, soft—”

he came back with warm water and the softest towel he could find.

“can i?” he asked, eyes flicking to yours, hand hovering over your thigh.

you nodded.

he was so gentle. ridiculously gentle. like you’d break in his hands if he wiped too hard. he cleaned you carefully, barely touching where you were most sore, his face flushed red and eyes focused like it was the most important task in the world.

“you’re still leaking,” he mumbled, more to himself than you. “sorry. i… i came so much.”

“you really did,” you said, smirking a little.

his ears turned bright pink.

you touched his cheek, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. “hey. you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

mark leaned into your palm.

“i’m not. i just…” his voice dropped to a whisper. “i’ve never felt that much. with anyone. ever.”

your fingers slipped into his hair.

“me neither.”

he looked at you like you’d just given him the entire world in his hands.

you tugged at his hoodie gently. “come back in bed?”

he nodded. too fast. as if he was scared you’d change your mind. he tossed the towel aside and crawled in next to you, pulling the covers over both your bodies, wrapping himself around you instantly.

mark kissed your shoulder. then your neck. then your cheek. you sighed into him, content.

“you’re shaking,” you murmured, eyes fluttering closed.

“sorry,” he whispered. “don’t think my body knows how to calm down yet.”

you nudged your nose against his.

“you can calm down now.”

he nodded again, slower this time. his hand found yours under the blanket, and he laced your fingers together like it was instinct.

“i’m so in love with you,” he said, voice so quiet it barely registered.

you squeezed his hand.

“good,” you breathed, drifting. “because you’re not getting rid of me.”

mark smiled into your skin.

“never wanted to.”

You knew of him, but you had never met him. He'd been surprisingly open about his identity on the app. Up until this very moment though a part of you still expected to be disappointment.

The Taeyong being here, in the same hotel as you, horny and looking for sex, couldn't be true, could it? Of course it couldn't, no way! Yet now that you saw him you began to accept the fact that – wow, this is crazy! – it actually was.

Taeyong opened the door all the way to let you in. He kept hiding his bare body behind it, just in case someone walked by. It was late though and almost everyone else in the building was probably sound asleep.

Everyone but you. You had been horny and looking around, spending hours on the app before someone finally agreed to meet. That it was Taeyong felt incredibly surreal.

One thing Taeyong didn't mind, however, was the fact that the blinds of the large windows to the city weren't closed, and that the whole world might see what went on inside the room on the fifth floor.

By now he had already shut the world out completely. The departure of his girlfriend didn't necessarily hurt his heart, but it did leave his dick hanging. It had been satisfied plenty today already, yet somehow it was desperately craving more.

He'd also already taken numerous risks on this day. Bringing a stranger – a man nonetheless – to his room was perhaps the least risky thing he had done.

First, he'd been having sex with his girlfriend in broad daylight, right by the massive window.

Then, he'd been sexting with strangers all night. The fact that he was cheating was only half the risk.

Third, he was out on a limb just by having you over. You were probably harmless but how could he know? You could be anything from a murderer to a sasaeng, and sometimes it was hard to tell which was worse.

All these risks were part of a promise Taeyong had made to himself, to be more daring in general. Hut this was far from what his girlfriend had in mind when she asked him to make it.

The fact that you were here, about to have sex with him, wasn't actually about the promise though. It was about something much deeper, something which had been growing in Taeyong for years. It was certainly not random that he chose to cheat on his woman with a man, especially considering how he could have pretty much any woman he wanted.

Now that it was dark Taeyong figured that gave him cover. Both in terms of what the outside world could literally see through the window, and in terms of what his girlfriend could know and find out.

That she – his girlfriend at this time in his life – got caught up in his personal and difficult journey of growth was unfortunate.

One might think that Taeyong's actions were severely misguided. Had you known of his relationship status you might even have acted differently.

But you didn't know, how could you? Taeyong never told you, and he had been very flirty and sexual so far. You had his dick picks in your phone after all.

In hindsight, knowing what you know now, you're actually not sure if you would have acted differently though. You might still have shrugged it off as being Taeyong's own business. Because damn were you horny and star struck.

You'd have slept with anyone who was willing in this city which was foreign to you. The fact that it was Taeyong, however, made the whole experience a hundred times more thrilling.

In a way, the existence of girlfriend was just a speed bump. It's not like you hadn't slept with married men before after all.

Whatever might have been had you known the full story, now you were here anyway. Horny and in the dark. You knew just as well as Taeyong that sex was the only purpose of your visit.

It didn't mater that he was famous, or whether or not you were an obsessive fan. All that mattered was that you both had a void to fill, and that you had something to give to each other.

When you entered Taeyong's hotel room you looked around and were immediately drawn to the skyline. You took off your shoes and walked to the window, where you stood and admired the view.

Taeyong's bare skin and near-naked body which lingered behind you felt electric. It pulled on you, but you kept your eyes fixed on the buildings outside. Unless the super star got cold feet you would soon be plowing his ass, and that prospect along with his presence was strong even when neither of you spoke.

“So…” you began, fully expecting that there would be a time of mental games and dancing before the sex would begin.

Taeyong, however, came at you as soon as you turned around to face him. Against the backdrop of Tokyo and the glowing red tower he shamelessly put his hands on your body and kissed your lips, and you both knew in an instant that there was no turning back now.

You relaxed and leaned against the glass. Taeyong's smooth skin was warm and soft to touch. His fingers caressed your sides and quickly lifted your shirt, and his bulge pressed against your growing boner.

Within moments your dick was out. Taeyong quickly kneeled by your feet. You panted softly with the back of your head against the window, as the stranger whom you thought you knew took your shaft in his mouth and sucked.

You really did think you knew Taeyong, his personality and beliefs. How naive. In truth you didn't know him at all. But somehow the fact that he was apparently gay and in the habit of sleeping around didn't surprise you at all.

You occasionally looked down at the head with the military buzz cut between your legs. Fuck was he hot, and damn did this feel good.

Perhaps it didn't even matter who he was at all. All that mattered was that you were horny as hell, and that the man you were with was too.

*****

The cover of darkness was indeed enough. Despite the wide open windows and city lights only someone who looked closely would be able to make out the silhouettes making love against the glass, several floors above ground.

But Taeyong had other problems, ones he didn't yet know about. While he sucked your dick in what felt like a world away from his daily life, a video surfaced online. The fact that it even existed would have significant consequences for the poor man.

For now, he remained clueless. When your shaft was sufficiently wet and Taeyong stood back up, he kissed you on the mouth and your hands slipped inside his underwear.

He quickly took them off. He stood naked in front of you and your heart jumped. Then you removed your shirt, and stepped out of the pants by your feet.

Taeyong turned around and walked to the bed. He quickly lay on his stomach on it and you followed, horny and eager and worried he might still change his mind.

Taeyong, a man you'd followed for years, was flaunting his body in front of you. His ass was out, he rested his head and arms on a pillow, and his legs were spread and knees bent. The position made him look incredibly sexy.

He lay flat on the mattress when you climbed naked on top of him. You kissed and licked his back and stroke his sides, while your dick rubbed against his cheeks. You immediately rocked your hips back and forth in wide motions, the sight and feel of Taeyong sending wonderful sensations from your groin and through your body.

Taeyong pushed himself up on his knees and elbows. You moved away from him and looked down at his ass and your dick. Then you grabbed your shaft and played with it, and guided the head to Taeyong's wide open hole.

It was clear that he had done this before. You hoped but didn't know if he could handle your size and experience. There was only one way to find out.

*****

The video of a yet to be identified woman being fucked from behind against a window got thousands of views within an hour. It wasn't particularly clear, the camera being far away and zoomed in to the max.

The uploader claimed that the naked man behind her was Taeyong but few believed it. The face was simply way too blurry for a conclusive assessment.

But assessed it was, to the max. As the video made it's way through social media it was put under very intense scrutiny.

Take this down! many demanded in the comment sections. It was straight up porn and hardly suitable for consumption in a public forum.

It's clearly not him, some skeptics argued. It certainly looked like him, but there really was no way to tell for sure.

Yes it is! the believers claimed, possibly from wishful thinking. Look at the tattoos.

Haters and die-hard fans alike flocked to the video. It was downloaded and reuploaded to all kinds of sites, and it wasn't long before it was on porn sites too where it found a whole new following.

Before daybreak, news outlets would pick up on the scoop. While they had a more respectable and skeptical approach to the source and validity of the claims that were made, a digitally enhanced version where the tattoos and Taeyong's facial features were clearer was too good to simply ignore as fake news.

And besides, even if it wasn't Taeyong not every news site was legit, not even among those that called themselves champions of real journalism. Clicks were clicks and they meant money, after all.

And even if it hadn't been Taeyong – which, to be perfectly clear, it most definitely was and he knew it – the damage had already been done.

*****

Taeyong was on his back, knees and hips folded over his flat chest. You were on your knees, your dick deep in his ass and your hand pressing down on the back of his thigh. You leaned in as close as you could to briefly kiss his lips while you fucked, only to pull away and admire his tattoo covered body and his dimly lit face and head with the sexy buzz cut.

You were close to coming. Taeyong had one hand on his own erection while the other was gliding back and forth over your thigh. You turned your head and watched the red Tokyo Tower shake, then faced your lover again and closed your eyes.

“Ahh, ahh, huuh, huuh, huuh!” you heaved loudly and repeatedly. The mattress rocked violently back and forth.

“Mm, mm, yeah, yeah, fuck my ass!” Taeyong pleaded and stroke his cock a little faster. “Mm, mm, I'm gonna come!”

You opened your eyes wide and lightened your load on his thigh to give him space. He relaxed his legs and you watched closely as he jerked off. Then he came on his stomach, and you felt like it was some sort of achievement.

You just made Lee Taeyong orgasm. You were deep in his ass at the time, fucking him good in the middle of the night. It was pretty surreal and you had been in a bubble the whole time you fucked, but seeing his sperm shoot out from his dick made it all feel very real.

This was definitely a story you'd tell your friends about.

When Taeyong's orgasm settled you slowed your movements. Then you had only one thing on your mind: if you could come too, inside him or on him, it would be the ultimate achievement. A highlight of your trip to the capital of Japan, something to call home about.

You picked up the pace again to achieve your goal before it was too late.

“Huuh, huuh, huuh, huuh!”

You opened your eyes wide and looked at Taeyong's face and head.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah!”

You fucked him good and watched him shake underneath you.

“Huh-huh-ah-ah, mmmmm, ah-a-a!”

Then your closed your eyes hard and grimaced, and held your breath when you felt your dick erupt.

“Ahhh, Ahhhh, mm, AHHHHH, fuck yeah!” you exclaimed.

The orgasm was quickly over. Taeyong's whole body was pushed deep into the mattress. Your dick which had been sliding fast back and forth slowed down, as deep inside the hot twink as it could get.

You filled his hole with sperm. Then you eventually pulled out, slowly while catching your breath.

Taeyong's body was bent in half. He reached down to touch his cheeks and spread them. You hunched your back to take a closer look, and played with your fingers around the hole.

White liquid soon seeped out of it which made you smile. Taeyong watched your face and body with fascination, and your happy expression rubbed off on him.

“Fuck that was good,” you sighed and grinned.

“Yeah,” Taeyong agreed and reached out to touch your chest.

He would eventually feel dirty, but not yet. Right now he was riding a high and being his true self, something he couldn't say he was every day.

His actions may have been misguided, but who could blame him? In a fair world he wouldn't need to hide and pretend. His girlfriend was an unfortunate victim of pressure and unique circumstances.

Of course you knew nothing of this. It was only when the video reached your feed and caught your attention that you realized the extent of it, and began to piece together what the hall had happened.

*****

You were already gone by the time Taeyong got the devastating phone call. He was sound asleep but the dirty feelings – the guilt of, once again, cheating on his girlfriend with a man –had started to surface. It never stopped him from repeatedly acting on his urges, but he hated this part of the experience.

The negative emotions were already strong in his heart when the phone call woke him up. Yet when he answered they'd be overpowered by something else, a fear so strong he couldn't think straight.

He learned about the video. He knew it was him before he even saw it. Management weren't angrily screaming at him, but only because they weren't sure.

Or perhaps they were sure but knew that Taeyong knew that he'd fucked up. Punishing him for it would only make things worse.

*****

You only learned about the video several days later. By then Taeyong was just a memory, a very good one. You had no idea who the woman in the window was, but you recognized the park and knew that you'd been in that very same window too.

Who she was didn't really matter. If Taeyong was bi and sleeping around that was his business. You weren't happy about the notion of him being a cheater, but you got some great sex out of it and that was worth more to you.

What you knew for sure was that you couldn't shake the great sensation and mental image of Taeyong's naked body and wonderful ass. And even though you weren't in the video yourself, now you had something to remember him by.

You did feel sorry for the man, that much is true. But you'd be lying if you said you had any regrets, because you certainly did not.

*****

For twenty four hours Taeyong stayed in his hotel room. The world outside was no longer safe.

He had several visits and phone calls. His manager, who was on damage control. The police, who wanted to conduct an interview. Shotaro, who saw an opportunity to support a friend and visit family. And, of course, his girlfriend, who was back home already and cried the entire time they spoke on the phone.

She was obviously devastated by being exposed like that. Though her face wasn't clear either she knew it was her, and the video was everywhere. Her friends knew too and when rumors spread and her name was posted somewhere, her phone blew up which made her angry and scared.

She turned to her boyfriend in her time of need. They were in it together after all.

What she didn't know, however, was that Taeyong probably deserved everything he had coming. One day she would learn that she wasn't the only one, and that Taeyong had a lot of self-discovery to do.

*****

After those twenty four hours Taeyong was finally allowed to leave. In the cover of darkness he was led to a car which took him away. The immediate plan was to speed up the original itinerary, which was for him to return to his military base where he would be out of the public eye.

He never got to see his family before he went. Everyone agreed it was probably for the best, to tuck him away in a secret location. The world was livid and the best course of action was to let a year go by and hope his career wasn't over for good.

Once he was discharged things may have calmed down. Odds were that he'd never be able to come back from this but it was impossible to know for sure. Lucas had survived after all, but Taeil did not.

Regardless of the aftermath on a professional level, Taeyong was allowed to stay in the military despite the scrutiny which was at least a small comfort. And with time, he grew as a person. When he eventually told his girlfriend the truth – all of it – and they broke up, it was with very mixed feelings.

Taeyong was scared about the future. Sad to have hurt so many, his girlfriend especially but also his fans. And relieved that he no longer had to hide, and that his time of secret hookups and cheating was over.

In all this horrible madness he found himself. And he had a lot of people to thank for it. His bandmates, Ten for example. His military buddies, all of whom supported him when they thought he just had sex with the woman he was dating, though fewer once he came out to them.

Those who knew what a sweet soul Taeyong really was stayed, and they didn't think he deserved any of this. For that he was endlessly thankful.

And, he was thankful to you of course. You and the men who came before you. Not just those who had a strong memory of him, a memory fuel by great sex and star struck excitement, and who lay awake at night masturbating to the mental image of the famous twink who got screwed.

But also those he never met, the gay men who were unapologetically themselves and paved the way. You would never know just how much your mere existence meant to him.

At the end of the day the video was perhaps a blessing. Without it Taeyong might still be hiding in the dark.

In hindsight, it was pretty crazy that you got caught up in all of this. But you were never in the public eye like the girlfriend was, and Taeyong was just a stranger after all. As bad as you felt for the man you didn't know him, and you were glad to just have met him.

You would never forget the day you fucked his ass and made him come. Neither would Taeyong, but for very different reasons.

It's possible that he doesn't remember you at all and that's okay. You will certainly remember him, and you genuinely wish him all the best. Buzz cut and all.

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Then the arm disappears, and a significant load is taken off your chest. For a moment you wonder if Jeno is focused on you or Jaemin. You get a clear answer when the hand returns to your upper back and the man violently pushes you forward.

“Get down,” he orders. You land on your hands, bed squeaking as your weight hits the mattress. But he doesn't stop there. “Uhhrgn, fuck yeah!”

Your elbows cave in. He forces your head into the pillow. He nearly breaks your spine like a twig when he leans in over you and the palm of his hand presses down on you hard.

“Uughnn!”

He starts thrusting faster. Jaemin's hard cock brushes against your side. His hands are exploring Jeno’s body as well as yours. You can feel and imagine the eager grins on their faces as they put you in your place.

Jeno puts his weight on your shoulder and grabs your hip to pull your ass onto his member. He finds a steady rhythm and fucks you like a wild animal, aroused by your muffled whimpers in the pillow.

“Nnhm, nhhm, nhmm,” you moan. They can hear the light pain in your grunts and they absolutely love it.

It turns Jaemin on so hard. He wants in on the action too. He gives Jeno a moment to fuck you wild, while he moves his hand up and down Jeno's outstretched back, arm, ass and legs.

He lies down beside you. He gently kisses your strained face and you briefly open your eyes, to see the sweet and broad-chested man up close and smiling. It takes the pain away.

He licks your lips and nose. His mouth touches your eyelids. His tongue slides down your cheek. For a second you feel Jeno leaning down and you can hear them when they kiss each other.

Then, Jaemin returns to you and finds your ear. The nibbles are back, and he goes as far as biting your neck like a vampire.

“Ouch,” you whimper, but it's not a complaint and Jaemin knows it. He grins, then opens his mouth wide and eats your face.

The length of his body is pressing against your side. He's pushing himself in, grinding and exploring, his hand squeezed between your lower back and Jeno's sinking body.

Jeno eventually decides to share. He sits up and pulls out, and Jaemin doesn't waste any time.

The man with his mouth all over your face quickly and abruptly pull you toward him. You roll on your side with your back against him. He squirms, humps, and lifts his knee to allow your ass to get real close to his groin.

You wait a second while he positions his dick. You focus your mind on the head honing in on your hole. Then you feel it stretch the rim, as Jaemin pulls on your hip and his cock fills the space that gave Jeno such an intense pleasure just a moment ago.

“Yeah, you're mine now,” Jaemin says and smirks behind you.

“Fuck you're hot,” Jeno muses somewhere above you.

“Yes, fuck my ass,” you whimper for their enjoyment.

Jaemin soon thrusts and pulls. He jams his cock in, pulls half way back out, and repeats the motion.

You bend your body forward on your side. You briefly see Jeno's towering body admiring your figure, and his arm up close when he reaches out to touch your skin. He explores your face, side, hip and thigh, while holding and stoking his own dick close to your eyes and nose.

“Oh yeah,” he says slowly, satisfied and aroused by your submissive nature. “Fuck, yeah.”

Jaemin too begins to moan lustful words that exude of desire. “Fuck, you're so easy,” he says happily. “Mm, let me feel your tight ass.”

“You like his cock?” Jeno asks with a grin. You raise your gaze to meet his eyes behind the blurred silhouette of his erection.

“Yeah,” you whisper. Jaemin fucks you faster and you close your eyes again. “Yeah, I love your cocks.”

Your upper body is slipping further away but Jaemin wants to feel you, all of you. He grabs your shoulder and pulls you back, then wraps a strong arm around your waist and chest.

His knee goes higher in the air, resting on top of your thigh. Jeno caresses and squeezes you both.

Jaemin’s hips thrust faster still, as he shoves the cock deep and hard into your hole. His lips return to your neck, and he licks and bits your skin while he fucks you.

“Mm, mm, mm,” he moans repeatedly by your ear.

“Fuck, so hot!” Jeno exclaims.

“Ahh, yes, fuck my ass Jaemin!” you weep.

Jaemin suddenly pulls hard on you. He rolls on his back and his arms and hands take your whole body with him. You end up on your back on top of him. Simultaneously, Jeno comes crashing down from the side.

You raise your head and upper back on your elbows and arms and spread your legs wide. You push your ass down onto Jaemin's crotch, and his hands take a firm grip around your hips. He holds you steady while thrusting hard and fast into the hole, groaning louder than ever behind and below you.

Jeno quickly finds your hard dick. He grabs it, kisses it, then swallows it whole. He bobs his head up and down, sucking it hard while Jaemin's dick is going in and out of your body just below his face.

“Yes, fuck!” you exclaim when Jeno's lips give you an intense pleasure, and Jaemin’s dick rubs you in just the right spot.

“Ahh, ahh!” Jaemin pants behind you.

Jeno looks up and your eyes meet. The expression on his face reveals what great joy you give him.

“Ahh, I'm gonna come!” you suddenly exclaim and throw your had back.

“Me too!” Jaemin grunts behind you.

Jeno sucks you harder while Jaemin's hands go up and down your sides. When he isn't holding you firmly your ass bounces on his crotch, your dick pushing far into Jeno's mouth.

Then the hands return to your hips and hold you still again. Jaemin's ass bounces on he mattress while your steady hole brings him ever close to the edge.

Jeno takes your dick out of his mouth to jerk it fast with his hand.

“Ahh, fuuuck, yes, fuck my ass, I'm coming, I'm co-ooming!” you scream.

You push your ass down hard on Jaemin's cock when you release. Jeno pulls his head back and observes the eruption between his fingers. You shoot your load onto your stomach, and when you finally open your eyes you see him smirk and pant right next to it, while grinding his crotch and boner against your leg.

Jaemin has reached his peak too. He digs deep into your skin when he comes, then abruptly let's go and exhales deeply. You're too numb to feel his cum inside you, but the strong sensation of his pulsing release feels wonderful.

Jeno keeps smiling wide. Then, when your muscles relax and you sink down on top of Jaemin's equally spent body, lust returns to his eyes.

He sits on his knees beside you and strokes his cock. You get up, Jaemin's still hard dick slipping out of your hole, and approach the flapping hand. Jaemin quickly joins you. Soon Jeno is towering over you both, looking down at two eager faces ready to receive his hot load.

He doesn't last more than a few seconds. Your eyes flicker between his expression of pleasure and the dick head which waves right in front of you. He groans loudly and his eyes open wide, himself eager to see the display and your reactions.

His cum arrives suddenly and with force. It spurts out onto your face. You instinctively close your eyes to protect yourself, and you feel Jaemin's head pushing in to get some of the action.

“Holy shit!” Jeno exclaims above you. He's panting hard, his fit chest and stomach moving in and out in long strokes.

“Damn,” Jaemin chuckles and wipes his chin with the back of his hand.

You laugh when he turns to look at the cum dripping down your nose and lips. Jeno too chuckles, satisfied and drained.

You reach for something to clean yourself with. Jaemin throws himself back on the bed, stretching out while catching his breath. You join him and cuddle up in his arm.

Jeno helps clean you up, then he too lies down beside you.

“Fucking hell,” you say with a big smile.

“That was incredible,” Jaemin concurs.

“You're such a little slut,” Jeno grins and you playfully slap his stomach.

Jeno and Jaemin want a submissive bottom to play with, and you're more than happy to have been the object of their sexual desires.

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You felt his abs with one hand while you grabbed and positioned your cock with the other. He relaxed, but raised his ass higher still.

Oliver practically turned into a ball, and you could clearly see his exposed hole, when you pressed the head of your cock against the rim and it took the place of your finger.

You pushed gently on the head to get it in. The hole quickly swallowed it and it vanished into the darkness within. Then you let go of the shaft with your fingers, and watched it gradually go deeper while the hole expanded.

Oliver began to relax, and his leg felt heavier against your arm. You clung to it while his foot came to rest on your shoulder, pointing straight up while you kissed his calf and licked his skin.

“Ohh fuck,” the man below you exclaimed and began to feel himself up.

“Ohh, yeaah,” you exhaled deeply, as the full length of your shaft disappeared.

You began to rock your hips back and forth, slowly at first, getting a sense of the asshole. Oliver tensed the muscles inside him, and the hole felt as tight as his brother's.

Your cock throbbed, stretching the man open. And while the sensation felt at its best, a hand came on to you from behind, stroking and massaging your shoulders.

You turned your head to meet Sebastian's face and lips when he approached. Your bodies aligned, his chest soon pressing and gliding against your back. And he reached around to feel you, stroking your stomach and pecs, while his cock was squeezed against the lower half of your spine.

Your rocking motions grew longer and faster. Oliver opened his eyes and watched as you made out with his friend, and his hand returned to his cock.

You grabbed the man by the hip, arm twisted around his thigh, and pulled him closer. His head fell down on the bed when his elbow buckled, and the hole squeezed your shaft again which made you grimace hard.

You fucked him like this for a hot minute, while Sebastian felt your up from behind. Your thrusts were steady, rhythmical, and the hands on your body felt nice.

You couldn't keep it together much longer. You gave Sebastian one last kiss on the lips before you turned away from him, and stared down at Oliver with a sudden eagerness on your face. Then you reached out to stroke his abs and chest, and proceeded to fuck him much faster.

You craved that hole, wanted it as badly as he wanted your cock. You gradually extended your body above him and leaned forward, your hand gliding along his soft but fit body and muscles, stroking him from pelvis to armpit.

The hair tickled your fingers. You felt the joint of his arm and shoulder, exploring him up to his neck. Meanwhile he raised his arms above his head and moaned loudly, and Sebastian followed you from the side and kept touching you.

Then you sank down, putting your full weight on one arm as your elbow was bent, and kissed the older brother on the neck while you reached the final stage of the hot threesome.

You moved your hips wide and fast. Your ass began to jump up and down, making your cock glide longer and deeper into the hole. And you stuck out your tongue, licking the neck real eager and horny, while you put a hand under his shoulder and behind his head to hold him close.

Sebastian stroke your back and watched. He sat somewhere behind you to one side, when his fingers reached your ass and explored your cheeks. Then you grunted loudly, shoved your cock deep inside in a hard and abrupt push, and pulled and squeezed on the fit man below you so tight you nearly pushed the air out of him.

The bed squeaked each time you shoved your cock all the way in. Sebastian's hand grabbed your ass each time it came up, and slapped it once when you sank down.

The sound of the slap made Oliver hold you tight too, with his legs and arms suddenly around your body. He bucked his hip upwards to meet your thrusts, and the great sensation you were already feeling expanded.

Sebastian spanked you again, harder. It was for his own pleasure more than yours, and you imagined the smirk on his face as he played with you.

Then you pushed yourself up on your arm again to see more. Oliver's wet neck was exposed, and you looked all satisfied and aroused when you saw the pleasure on his face and how efficiently his pecs and abs were working.

You kept rocking back and forth, and pulled on the hip again to keep the ass close to your pelvis. The hot body in your hands felt great, and your orgasm was nearly there.

Sebastian put his lips on your shoulder, but it was hard to keep them steady when your body moved so wildly. You fucked his older brother faster than ever, and focused your mind on the sensation of the hole around your cock.

The bed stopped squeaking, and instead slammed against the wall.

“Ohh, yeah, fuck my ass!” Oliver suddenly exclaimed when you hit him in just the right spot.

“Huuh, Huuh, u-uuhh!” you groaned and panted, hitting him again and again while your brain shut down.

“You're so fucking hot,” Sebastian mumbled behind you, and it felt so good to be with them both.

The sensation became overwhelming. It was an ecstatic explosion of arousal and lust, so strong you couldn't stop thrusting even if you wanted to, like Oliver was a force pulling you in and the thrill your cock felt was a drug you couldn’t stay away from.

“Haaah, aahhh, I’m gonna come!” you exclaimed. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, Huu-uuh, I’M COMIIIING!”

Your body and cock erupted. You came so hard Sebastian had to scoot away or you might hurt him. The orgasm was so intense it made your whole body jolt, and the incredibly strong sensation in your shaft made you shiver and groan.

You threw yourself forward and thrust one more time, before abruptly jumping back and pulling out. And with your cock swinging around until you grabbed it, stroke it and screamed, you kept unloading onto Oliver's stomach in what could only be described as the best cum shot either one of you had witnessed.

It felt incredible. So fucking good. “Holy shit!” Oliver called out, and Sebastian was amazed when he watched you unload onto the chest, stomach and face of his brother.

“Ohh, fuck that feels good!” Oliver moaned when the tight sensation in his hole faded.

“MM-MMPFGHH!” you called out, and kept stroking yourself fast while the orgasm still rushed through your body.

It was intense and such a thrill. It was so strong you couldn't control yourself, when you threw yourself forward again and aligned yourself with the hot man.

Your whole body squirmed and shivered like you were having a seizure, while you attempted to make out with the man and your cock throbbed between your stomachs.

And in that moment, Oliver came too. He wasn’t even touching himself, but you had rubbed him in all the right places, and your wild reaction to his body pushed him over the edge.

He erupted between you hands-free. His own erection found a sensational height where it was no longer possible to control what happened to it. Cum flowed out of the tip, got mixed with yours, and was smeared all over the front of your bodies.

Behind you, Sebastian was totally stunned. He was used to seeing you naked with his brother, and for you to fuck him hard too, but this was a climax like no other.

His hands returned to your body. He kept stroking your ass and lower back, while jerking himself off. He masturbated hard and raised himself over you, with the intent to come on you from behind.

And he did. You felt his hot cum and heard him grunting, while your own body slowed down and relaxed.

Oliver felt it too. He had an arm around you which got soiled, and when his brother came so abruptly they both stiffened.

Sebastian fell forward and collapsed. You got sandwiched between them, a pile of hot bodies all spent. And in that moment when all orgasms had ended, you panted into Oliver’s mouth before turning around.

Sebastian got off you but leaned in and kissed you. You made out while his brother who was carrying your weight kept panting hard.

The three of you sighed loudly, overcome by the amazing sensation of your respective highs.

“Holy shit!” Sebastian repeated.

“That was amazing,” Oliver confirmed and pushed on you to lighten the load.

“Mmm, -mm!” you grunted and sank down again, so overcome by the hot sex you could barely speak.

The sex was nothing short of incredible. Your orgasms so good they made you numb. And to think, tonight you would do it again, except with the roles reversed.

*****

You rolled off your lover and came to lay on your back. Sebastian joined by your side.

You lay between their naked bodies, panting toward the ceiling and catching your breath.

You all softened. Soon you had regained some strength. The room became silent, as you closed your eyes and remembered.

You felt happy. Sebastian put an arm around your stomach, and rested his head on your shoulder.

Oliver kept his legs spread, his thigh weighting down on yours. And you reached out to both sides to stroke them, gently caressing their bodies while all three of you found total bliss.

“Oh my god,” Sebastian sighed in pleasure, happy and satisfied too.

“That was so good,” Oliver confirmed.

“Fuck yeah,” you said and smiled while touching their cocks, and held them while they became softer and slack.

They both leaned toward you and kissed your face and shoulder. They kept stroking and caressing you in wonderful places, getting more and more comfortable on the bed. You closed your eyes and enjoyed their company, and for a moment you might have drifted off.

Oliver was first to get up which woke you. Sebastian was already getting hard again, his cock growing slowly while it rested lightly against your fingers. You observed his brother who walked out naked, then kissed Sebastian again before you sat up.

There was no time for a second round. But yes, tonight you would indeed do it again, and by then it would be your turn to bottom.

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Even Huening Kai, who was self-conscious about his body, didn't think twice about taking off his shirt, sports shorts and underwear right next to the other boys.

The same was true about showering. The place had a communal shower, a long and narrow room with white walls and a range of open shower heads to one side. There was no privacy here, and there didn't need to be. Serious athletes didn't care, and there was nothing to be ashamed of anyway.

Today, however, one of the boys was feeling a little naughty. As they soaped up their slim and sweaty bodies, Yeonjun – who stood at the far end of the room – was washing his dick. He had been feeling horny and frisky all day for no particular reason, and now he suddenly and inexplicably decided to have some fun.

Probably because they were all so close, and since no one else was anywhere in the changing room anyway, he decided to play and tease. Rather than hide his sudden growing bulge, and think of something else to try to get it under control, he stroke it to make it fully hard. Then, he turned to face the boys who were all lined up in front of him.

“Hey,” he said with a grin to catch everyone's attention. “As a reward for winning, you get the amazing prize and privilege of sucking my dick.”

The reactions to this totally unexpected, very inappropriate, but certainly not unheard of joke varied greatly.

Taehyun and Hueningkai both burst out laughing loudly. They glanced at Yeonjun's hard dick and bent over, unable to control themselves.

Beomgyu immediately felt scared. The sports center was his thing, the place he went to when he needed to relax and do something fun, and he suddenly felt worried. He knew that someone could walk into the changing room at any time, and in this moment he didn't find Yeonjun's silly antics funny at all.

Soobin grinned but didn't laugh. Instead, he calmly finished washing his own long dick, then said: “Shouldn't the losers be the ones suck our dicks?”

This made Hueningkai loose his shit, in the best way possible. He laughed so hard he threw himself on the floor and kicked his feet in the air. He splashed around in the water that flushed from the feet of Yeonjun and Taehyun, toward the drain at the other end where Soobin was standing.

All the other boys turned to look at him, and none of them could hold their laughter in. Even Beomgyu smiled wide when he saw Kai's naked body roll around.

Hueningkai composed himself and held out a hand. “Pull me up,” he said and looked at Beomgyu, who took the hand and helped his friend up.

Taehyun observed the scene. If Kai hadn't done it first and surprised him, he might have laughed so hard he fell over himself.

Yeonjun wasn't ready to let the joke go though. He leaned forward to catch Soobin's eye at the other end of the room, and said: “I can't suck that floppy thing. You need to get hard first.”

Another outburst of laughter from Taehyun, and Beomgyu caved in too. Kai, on the other hand, was drying his tears and trying to calm down, ignoring the naughty talk altogether.

None of the boys were gay. But they had a unique kind of bond and friendship. They were best friends, had lived together for a long time, and had shared rooms in various constellations over the years. They had been though ups and downs, girlfriends and breakups, and all of them had been hard near the others. Some of them had even jerked off together in the past, though those times had all been relatively secret occurrences.

The same could be said of many friend groups and none of those things meant that it was normal to do anything sexual together, but perhaps fame and their unique lives had something to do with it too. Regardless, as funny and weird as some of them found Yeonjun's antics to be, this kind of behavior was, in certain ways, also quite normal for them.

No, scratch that, standing naked beside all the others with a hard cock in your hand wasn't normal at all. But Yeonjun wasn't the only one feeling naughty, and Soobin decided to play along. It was that kind of banter that was normal.

Why things escalated beyond friendly banter on today of all days one can only speculate about.

“Alright,” Soobin said cheekily and started rubbing his own dick. “You want me to get hard?“

“What, no!” Hueningkai said, still smiling wide, and quickly covered his eyes with his arm.

Beomgyu turned around to glance at Soobin, and saw the growing shaft beside him. He wondered if he should be looking at all or if he should do what Kai did, but he couldn't pull his eyes away.

“You guys are insane!” Taehyun exclaimed. He threw his hands in the air and laughed.

The laugh went away when his body quickly went into self defense mode. Seeing an opportunity, when Taehyun raised his arms so suddenly, Yeonjun reached over and grabbed his friend's groin.

Taehyun instantly closed his legs and bent over, lowered his arms and reached for his crotch. “Noo!” he exclaimed.

Hueningkai, who had managed to calm down, was overpowered by a second fit of uncontrollable laughter when he saw what happened. Even Soobin, who had so far merely smiled, laughed at his silly friends.

The sudden touch did do more to Taehyun though than scare and surprise him. When Yeonjun didn't remove his hand despite his best effort to defend his private part, blood came rushing through Taehyung's body. It quickly filled his dick, which started to expand.

Realizing this, Taehyun panicked. He broke free and turned around. But it was too late. Facing Hueningkai in the middle, the dick started to grow to full size.

Still laughing hysterically, Hueningkai pointed and opened his eyes wide. Taehyun, who knew there was no way out of this now, responded by moving closer to his friend. Perhaps if he scared him with his dick, Hueningkai would stop teasing him.

It partly worked. Hueningkai backed away, then ran out of the running water to get away from Taehyun, who now stood fully hard in the middle of the room.

This, in turn, was the point that made Beomgyu cave in a second time. Not to laughter this time, but to sexual arousal.

You only have to picture the scene to understand why: Soobin is almost jerking off already right next to poor Beomgyu. Yeonjun and Taehyun are holding their own hard dicks and swinging them around. Huening is running around naked, laughing uncontrollably. Despite them being close friends – or perhaps because of it – Beomgyu saw no reason to even try to control his own shaft when it suddenly started expanding too.

Okay, if not gay, then at least bisexual.

Soobin noticed it. Now it was his turn to point and laugh. Beomgyu merely shrugged and grinned, and grabbed his shaft to mimic the slow, stroking movements Soobin was already performing on himself.

Hueningkai glanced from side to side. Taehyun had stopped chasing him, which allowed him to calm down and catch his breath. When he took in the sight of his horny friends he didn't quite know what to do, so he asked: “So who's sucking who?”

A sudden seriousness took hold of the room. Hueningkai had only meant to be funny, but there was no more hysteria left in them. Soobin and Beomgyu still giggled, and Taehyun smiled but didn't make a sound. Yeonjun had a dead serious expression on his face, as if suddenly contemplating the situation.

At this point, all five of them became quiet, and all five had thoughts they hadn't really considered before, even throughout their many years of friendship. At least not altogether like this. Naughty, sexual ideas to various degrees.

Even Kai caved in, the last one. He felt his shaft growing, and slowly grabbed it while avoiding eye contact.

None of them were gay. None of them were at all interested in shoving a friend's dick in their mouth. But here they were. Hard, horny, naked, happy, excited, aroused, thrilled and curious. My God were they lying to themselves!

Could we? Should we? Do I want to? Do they? Would they actually…?

What harm could it do? But what would the others think? If I suggest it, will they laugh? If someone else suggests it, will I agree?

Are they looking at me? Fuck I'm horny! I've gotta stop stroking or I'll burst.

Damn, this is hot. Am I weird for thinking that? What if we just jerk off together?

Fuck! I'm so freaking hard. Am I the only one seriously considering this?

They were not. Each and every one of them was thinking similar things. And none of them wanted to be the first to act, nor to let go and stop.

They were interrupted in their thoughts when a deep voice suddenly appeared. “Oh,” it exclaimed, and it sent a shock wave through the boys. The one thing that simply couldn’t happen did, and they were undeniably caught in the act.

As their tall, naked figures rubbed against each other, and their hands explored their bodies, both men were hard in seconds. It was not their first time.

Doyoung suddenly disappeared beneath Jisung. He quickly sat down on his knees, Jisung's long cock waving in his face. He grabbed the shaft and stroke it, then put it in his mouth.

Jisung held on to Doyoung's hair, tilted his head back, and groaned while facing the ceiling. Doyoung's head bobbed back and forth as he sucked.

“Fuck me you're good,” Jisung grunted. The question of dick size was forgotten in an instant.

Doyoung made himself comfortable and glanced up. Jisung met his eyes and smiled naughtily down at him. With lustful eyes and outstretched arms, he pushed and pulled on Doyoung's head. The shaft slid in and out of Doyoung's mouth, tightly enclosed by his soft lips.

“Stop,” Jisung said. “I'm gonna come. Let's go to bed.”

Doyoung let go of the shaft with a clasping sounds of his lips and stood back up. He slapped Jisung on the ass on the way to the bedroom, and they laughed as they kissed and fell down on the mattress.

On the bed, Doyoung lay down on his back. Jisung knew the drill. He sat down beside him, leaned forward and grabbed the enormous snake.

Slowly, he licked the thick shaft. Doyoung was hung like a horse, and Jisung could only take it so far before he gagged. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft, kissed the head, and sucked the pre-cum out of it.

Doyoung spread his legs, clutched on to the white sheets with his bare hands, and lifted his head to get a good look.

Jisung stared back at him. He'd smile, if it wasn't for the big cock in his mouth. His eyes were full of lust, and Doyoung moaned and groaned loudly.

The dick was wet. Jisung's saliva covered every inch of it. While closing his lips around the head, he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began to stroke it. He twisted and turned his wrist, and moved his hand up and down at an increasing speed. His lips never left the head.

With his tongue, he played around near the tiny opening. He edged Doyoung on by wiggling it inside his mouth, bringing his friend ever closer to bursting.

“Fuck,” Doyoung said. His hard cock pointed straight up, and his chest and stomach moved rapidly up and down as he panted. Jisung was exceptional with his mouth.

When the edging reached its peak Doyoung's body suddenly jolted. Every muscle in him tensed. He moaned and grimaced and threw his head back hard on the bed.

Jisung immediately stopped. He took the cock out of his mouth and giggled. He loved making Doyoung squirm.

“Please,” Doyoung said. “Make me come before I faint.”

Their cock sizes were not the only thing the two friends liked to compare. Both men were known for their big ejaculations. Doyoung was able to produce more semen in a single load than most could in multiple orgasms.

Jisung knew this, and now he prepared himself for the impending eruption.

When he stopped sucking and licking, he leaned back and focused on stroking the shaft. The saliva had dried out somewhat, so he spat on the head to lube it up. A long string of liquid dripped from his mouth and onto the shaft and his hand around it.

He rubbed it all in, and Doyoung moaned with pleasure. Jisung's touch felt amazing.

“Damn baby, I want to fuck you so bad,” he said.

Jisung snickered. “You know that's not going to happen,” he said. “I think I'm longer than you, but damn you're thick!”

Slowly, he stroke Doyoung's shaft between his fingers. He jerked his hand up and down, and smiled at Doyoung's pleasured expression. Doyoung stretched out his torso and bent his knees slightly, squirming and moaning while Jisung took care of him.

“I'm gonna come!” he said suddenly. Jisung picked up the pace. He moved his hand up and down rapidly, smirking and shifting his gaze from Doyoung's face to his cock.

“Fuck baby,” Doyoung continued. “I imagine my big dick in your tight little ass. Fuck you're amazing!”

The orgasm that had built up shot through Doyoung's body like a lightning bolt. In the moments before it, the shaft pulsed extra hard between Jisung's fingers, as if a force was building up and then released.

When the release happened and Doyoung let out an ecstatic groan, an impressive amount of sperm shot straight up and out of the shaft, high into the air. It sprayed all over the place, onto Doyoung’s hot body, the sheets around him, and Jisung’s flexing arm and hand.

Jisung was always mesmerized by the explosive display. Doyoung's dick was indeed the largest, most powerful he'd ever seen. The eruption was so strong it shocked him every time. Deep inside, he knew that despite his own impressive size for his otherwise small body, he didn't stand a chance to win their friendly rivalry.

Doyoung's load was also long-lasting. Multiple waves of cum kept coming. Jisung never stopped stroking the cock, eager to squeeze out every last drop.

When Doyoung finally came down from his orgasm, and a few last trickles dripped down his shaft, they both glanced around to admire the outcome. Or to assess the damage, depending on how you look at it.

The majority of Doyoung's cum was spread out across his chest, stomach and the sheets around him. Most prominent, however, was the huge amount that had dripped down the back of Jisung's hand. The hand was still firm around the shaft when it began to soften, and Jisung's fingers were drenched in dense white liquid, slowly flowing down and dripping onto Doyoung and the sheets.

“Holy shit,” Doyoung exclaimed when he had caught his breath.

“Didn't I make you come yesterday?” Jisung asked and laughed. “How is this even possible?”

“It's you, not me,” Doyoung said and grinned. “I never come this much when I jerk off by myself. You really get my production up.”

“Well,” Jisung said and winked, “I didn't come yesterday. So let's see if I can still beat you.”

Of course he couldn’t and they both knew that, but it wasn’t the point. It was Jisung’s turn to release his load.

Doyoung scooted up on the bed and let his head rest on a pillow. Jisung climbed on top of him, and placed a knee on either side of his friend’s spent body. He sat his ass down on Doyoung's stomach, while Doyoung placed his arms on Jisung's thighs and palms on his butt cheeks.

Jisung began to jerk off with his dick right in Doyoung's face. He rubbed Doyoung’s fresh cum onto his cock, using it as a lubricant while he played around with the dick by slapping it teasefully against Doyoung's cheeks and lips. Doyoung closed his eyes to protect himself, but kissed and licked the head to pleasure his friend.

When Jisung stroke his cock faster, Doyoung opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He tilted his head forward, awaiting the brewing eruption.

And while not as powerful, Jisung's ejection was no joke either. He tensed his thighs around Doyoung's chest, straightened his back while leaning slightly backwards, and flexed his arms as he panted and grimaced and stroke his big cock fast.

When he finally orgasmed he jolted forward and let out a groan. Doyoung stared at the cock with wide eyes and stuck his tongue out further.

The cum exploded from the head, and shot out all over Doyoung’s face. It landed in his hair, on his cheek, and some got in his eye. Jisung rocked his ass back and forth on his lover’s chest, who squeezed hard around his butt cheeks which prompted several additional waves to come.

A great volume of sperm dripped onto Doyoung’s lips and into his mouth. He happily licked it all up. He ran his tongue around his lips, then stuck it out to clean the shaft. When the cock eventually grew slack and Jisung’s muscles relaxed, Doyoung put his head back down and laughed.

It was a very messy display indeed. Fresh cum was all over the bed and Doyoung’s body. Jisung wiped his hand on the sheets, only to end up running it through a wet spot. He used his forearm to wipe Doyoung’s face and get the cum away from his eyes.

“Damn that was amazing,” Jisung said. He climbed off his lover and lay down beside him.

Doyoung turned his body to face him. He placed an arm on Jisung’s chest and kissed his neck.

“So who won?” Doyoung asked.

Jisung snickered and glared at him. “You did, babe,” he said. “You always do.”

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You felt his abs with one hand while you grabbed and positioned your cock with the other. He relaxed, but raised his ass higher still.

Oliver practically turned into a ball, and you could clearly see his exposed hole, when you pressed the head of your cock against the rim and it took the place of your finger.

You pushed gently on the head to get it in. The hole quickly swallowed it and it vanished into the darkness within. Then you let go of the shaft with your fingers, and watched it gradually go deeper while the hole expanded.

Oliver began to relax, and his leg felt heavier against your arm. You clung to it while his foot came to rest on your shoulder, pointing straight up while you kissed his calf and licked his skin.

“Ohh fuck,” the man below you exclaimed and began to feel himself up.

“Ohh, yeaah,” you exhaled deeply, as the full length of your shaft disappeared.

You began to rock your hips back and forth, slowly at first, getting a sense of the asshole. Oliver tensed the muscles inside him, and the hole felt as tight as his brother's.

Your cock throbbed, stretching the man open. And while the sensation felt at its best, a hand came on to you from behind, stroking and massaging your shoulders.

You turned your head to meet Sebastian's face and lips when he approached. Your bodies aligned, his chest soon pressing and gliding against your back. And he reached around to feel you, stroking your stomach and pecs, while his cock was squeezed against the lower half of your spine.

Your rocking motions grew longer and faster. Oliver opened his eyes and watched as you made out with his friend, and his hand returned to his cock.

You grabbed the man by the hip, arm twisted around his thigh, and pulled him closer. His head fell down on the bed when his elbow buckled, and the hole squeezed your shaft again which made you grimace hard.

You fucked him like this for a hot minute, while Sebastian felt your up from behind. Your thrusts were steady, rhythmical, and the hands on your body felt nice.

You couldn't keep it together much longer. You gave Sebastian one last kiss on the lips before you turned away from him, and stared down at Oliver with a sudden eagerness on your face. Then you reached out to stroke his abs and chest, and proceeded to fuck him much faster.

You craved that hole, wanted it as badly as he wanted your cock. You gradually extended your body above him and leaned forward, your hand gliding along his soft but fit body and muscles, stroking him from pelvis to armpit.

The hair tickled your fingers. You felt the joint of his arm and shoulder, exploring him up to his neck. Meanwhile he raised his arms above his head and moaned loudly, and Sebastian followed you from the side and kept touching you.

Then you sank down, putting your full weight on one arm as your elbow was bent, and kissed the older brother on the neck while you reached the final stage of the hot threesome.

You moved your hips wide and fast. Your ass began to jump up and down, making your cock glide longer and deeper into the hole. And you stuck out your tongue, licking the neck real eager and horny, while you put a hand under his shoulder and behind his head to hold him close.

Sebastian stroke your back and watched. He sat somewhere behind you to one side, when his fingers reached your ass and explored your cheeks. Then you grunted loudly, shoved your cock deep inside in a hard and abrupt push, and pulled and squeezed on the fit man below you so tight you nearly pushed the air out of him.

The bed squeaked each time you shoved your cock all the way in. Sebastian's hand grabbed your ass each time it came up, and slapped it once when you sank down.

The sound of the slap made Oliver hold you tight too, with his legs and arms suddenly around your body. He bucked his hip upwards to meet your thrusts, and the great sensation you were already feeling expanded.

Sebastian spanked you again, harder. It was for his own pleasure more than yours, and you imagined the smirk on his face as he played with you.

Then you pushed yourself up on your arm again to see more. Oliver's wet neck was exposed, and you looked all satisfied and aroused when you saw the pleasure on his face and how efficiently his pecs and abs were working.

You kept rocking back and forth, and pulled on the hip again to keep the ass close to your pelvis. The hot body in your hands felt great, and your orgasm was nearly there.

Sebastian put his lips on your shoulder, but it was hard to keep them steady when your body moved so wildly. You fucked his older brother faster than ever, and focused your mind on the sensation of the hole around your cock.

The bed stopped squeaking, and instead slammed against the wall.

“Ohh, yeah, fuck my ass!” Oliver suddenly exclaimed when you hit him in just the right spot.

“Huuh, Huuh, u-uuhh!” you groaned and panted, hitting him again and again while your brain shut down.

“You're so fucking hot,” Sebastian mumbled behind you, and it felt so good to be with them both.

The sensation became overwhelming. It was an ecstatic explosion of arousal and lust, so strong you couldn't stop thrusting even if you wanted to, like Oliver was a force pulling you in and the thrill your cock felt was a drug you couldn’t stay away from.

“Haaah, aahhh, I’m gonna come!” you exclaimed. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, Huu-uuh, I’M COMIIIING!”

Your body and cock erupted. You came so hard Sebastian had to scoot away or you might hurt him. The orgasm was so intense it made your whole body jolt, and the incredibly strong sensation in your shaft made you shiver and groan.

You threw yourself forward and thrust one more time, before abruptly jumping back and pulling out. And with your cock swinging around until you grabbed it, stroke it and screamed, you kept unloading onto Oliver's stomach in what could only be described as the best cum shot either one of you had witnessed.

It felt incredible. So fucking good. “Holy shit!” Oliver called out, and Sebastian was amazed when he watched you unload onto the chest, stomach and face of his brother.

“Ohh, fuck that feels good!” Oliver moaned when the tight sensation in his hole faded.

“MM-MMPFGHH!” you called out, and kept stroking yourself fast while the orgasm still rushed through your body.

It was intense and such a thrill. It was so strong you couldn't control yourself, when you threw yourself forward again and aligned yourself with the hot man.

Your whole body squirmed and shivered like you were having a seizure, while you attempted to make out with the man and your cock throbbed between your stomachs.

And in that moment, Oliver came too. He wasn’t even touching himself, but you had rubbed him in all the right places, and your wild reaction to his body pushed him over the edge.

He erupted between you hands-free. His own erection found a sensational height where it was no longer possible to control what happened to it. Cum flowed out of the tip, got mixed with yours, and was smeared all over the front of your bodies.

Behind you, Sebastian was totally stunned. He was used to seeing you naked with his brother, and for you to fuck him hard too, but this was a climax like no other.

His hands returned to your body. He kept stroking your ass and lower back, while jerking himself off. He masturbated hard and raised himself over you, with the intent to come on you from behind.

And he did. You felt his hot cum and heard him grunting, while your own body slowed down and relaxed.

Oliver felt it too. He had an arm around you which got soiled, and when his brother came so abruptly they both stiffened.

Sebastian fell forward and collapsed. You got sandwiched between them, a pile of hot bodies all spent. And in that moment when all orgasms had ended, you panted into Oliver’s mouth before turning around.

Sebastian got off you but leaned in and kissed you. You made out while his brother who was carrying your weight kept panting hard.

The three of you sighed loudly, overcome by the amazing sensation of your respective highs.

“Holy shit!” Sebastian repeated.

“That was amazing,” Oliver confirmed and pushed on you to lighten the load.

“Mmm, -mm!” you grunted and sank down again, so overcome by the hot sex you could barely speak.

The sex was nothing short of incredible. Your orgasms so good they made you numb. And to think, tonight you would do it again, except with the roles reversed.

*****

You rolled off your lover and came to lay on your back. Sebastian joined by your side.

You lay between their naked bodies, panting toward the ceiling and catching your breath.

You all softened. Soon you had regained some strength. The room became silent, as you closed your eyes and remembered.

You felt happy. Sebastian put an arm around your stomach, and rested his head on your shoulder.

Oliver kept his legs spread, his thigh weighting down on yours. And you reached out to both sides to stroke them, gently caressing their bodies while all three of you found total bliss.

“Oh my god,” Sebastian sighed in pleasure, happy and satisfied too.

“That was so good,” Oliver confirmed.

“Fuck yeah,” you said and smiled while touching their cocks, and held them while they became softer and slack.

They both leaned toward you and kissed your face and shoulder. They kept stroking and caressing you in wonderful places, getting more and more comfortable on the bed. You closed your eyes and enjoyed their company, and for a moment you might have drifted off.

Oliver was first to get up which woke you. Sebastian was already getting hard again, his cock growing slowly while it rested lightly against your fingers. You observed his brother who walked out naked, then kissed Sebastian again before you sat up.

There was no time for a second round. But yes, tonight you would indeed do it again, and by then it would be your turn to bottom.

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Georges soft lips pressed against yours as you were laying on your bed, George's arms caging you in. As George went to pull his shirt off, you rolled over to the other side of the bed to grab stuff out of the bedside drawer, only to come face to face with a cardboard cutout of none other than Alex Albon. You sit there frozen for a few seconds then turn around to see your shirtless, sheepish looking husband. "George I am not having sex with while a cardboard cutout of your best friend is watching us!" you exclaim in a mixed state of shock and incredulity. "And I wouldn't expect that from you" George states as he quickly moves across the room to shove the cardboard cutout into the nearby walk-in closet. "See? all better now!" he exclaims quickly. As George slowly crawled toward you on the bed, you decided that this would be a prime opportunity to tease him "I'm beginning to think you like him more than me" George just gave you a very dramatic eye roll before pressing a kiss to your lips and softly muttering "I'll show you how much I like you"

The sound of rain pattering on the floor to ceiling windows of the flat created a peaceful backdrop to your sleep. Currently buried under a mountain of fluffy blankets you were as content as you could be with George gone, with the triple header seeming to stretch on and on forever. George wasn't set to be back for 3 more days, needing to stop by Brackley for a few meetings. You awoke to the sound of keys jingling and then your bedroom door opening to reveal a very tired looking George. after rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you leapt out of bed in record time and wrapped your arms around your husband. In return he looped his arms around your waist and lifted you up off the ground. "Your back early" you say as you press your face into the crook of George's neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. "yeah" he says with a sigh, not directed at you in the slightest. "Toto let me go early. Said I should rest up because the remainder of the season will be anything but relaxing. And that resting starts now." he said as he threw you over his shoulder and walked over to the bed. George! put me down! You laughed tickling his side in hopes that he'd put you down. He flopped you down on the bed landing with a thump, George quickly followed pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Goodnight my love" "goodnight George."

Eucalyptus filled your senses as you laid in the bath, your back pressed against georgs toned chest, as he read the book that was propped up on the bath tray. Georges face was illuminated by the many flickering candles in the bathroom, casting the space in a soft warm glow, his accent wrapping around the words like honey. As he continued to read, his slender fingers rubbing soothing patterns onto your hip. You drop your head onto his shoulder and slightly turning your head to admire him. The slight crease in-between his brows and the stray curl on his forehead. You gently push it out of his face, distracting him. "you've now distracted me love" George says gently "sorry baby" you whisper "let me make it up to you" you say before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

The steam from the showers fogged up the changing room as Oscar stormed in, still in his racing suit, face tense with fury. He spotted you, dripping wet from champagne spray, hair plastered to your forehead, rinsing off at the sink. For a second, Oscar just stood there. The anger was still boiling… but seeing you, the rival he admired most calmly washing up like nothing happened? It snapped something inside him. Without thinking because right now he didn’t want to think, Oscar kicked off his boots and marched toward you.

You heard the soft click of the lock echoed in the quiet room. Barely had time to turn off the water before you felt Oscar’s presence: hot, intense, and unmistakable. Oscar didn’t say a word. Pure pent-up emotion from being cheated on… months of rivalry on track… and that one electric night two seasons ago they both pretended never happened lingers in his aching chest.

He closed the distance fast, hands cupping your still-damp face and kissed you hard. A messy connection of lips, teeth almost clashing at first as Oscar’s anger finally exploded.

The cold tile met your back as Oscar pressed you firmly against the wall, one hand sliding into your damp hair while the other gripped your hip. The shower steam swirled around you like a private world. Oscar broke the kiss only to trail sharp bites down your jawline before capturing that soft bottom lip again, sucking it gently between his teeth with a quiet growl. It wasn’t gentle. It was claiming without words like: I’m mad at her… I’m not okay and I need you… but this? This feels right. His body caged you in completely, knee nudging between those strong legs of yours and for once on track or off it? He wasn't playing fair.

“What the fuck, Piastri— I’m not a goddamn homewrecker” You huffed. You are perfectly aware of his dating status, you yourself told him not to, but he did anyway and you two stop hooking up. You pushed him back.

Oscar staggered back a step, breath ragged, eyes wide with shock, then flashing with something raw and defensive. The rejection hit harder than any crash on the final lap. He ran a hand through his messy hair, jaw tight. For once, that cool composure cracked completely. He hadn’t expected you to push him away, not like this.

"Right…" Oscar scoffed bitterly under his breath before speaking louder.

"She cheated on me, L/N" The words came out low but fierce, hurt bleeding through the anger now. His chest rose fast as he stared at you, the man who knew every inch of his racing heart… and was now judging him for wanting comfort in chaos.

“She…did?” You stopped in track for a moment. Oscar’s shoulders slumped slightly, the fire in his eyes dimming into something quieter—vulnerable. He nodded once, sharp and bitter.

"Yeah. Found out right after the podium ceremony." he said flatly, voice stripped of its usual calm. "Texts. Photos. With some bloke from her uni." He kicked at a damp towel on the floor with his foot, avoiding your gaze now like it hurt too much to hold it. The silence stretched between them just steam settling and two rivals suddenly standing in a mess neither knew how to fix. You always saw through him… so Oscar didn’t even try lying about why he’d kissed you like that.

The air between you shifted, thicker now, charged with something fragile but undeniable. You hadn’t pulled away completely before… and that gave Oscar the sliver of courage he needed. This kiss wasn’t angry. It wasn’t desperate like the first one. This was softer, slower, almost apologetic in its tenderness as Oscar stepped close again, hands rising to cup your face gently this time. Champagne still glistened on your collarbone from earlier celebrations, sweat clung to your brow under damp curls. The scent of race fuel and citrus body wash mixed together—a familiar combo from their past hookups a few years ago. He kissed you like he used to: deep but careful… testing if you would let it happen.

The fabric peeled away easily: Red Bull team suit damp and heavy from champagne, sticking to your skin like a second layer. Oscar didn’t ask. Didn’t hesitate. He worked quickly, fingers getting the suit with plenty of sponsors’ logos on first, then tugging it down over broad shoulders, letting it drop with a wet plop onto the tiled floor. The undershirt followed: black and clinging to every ridge of muscle. Steam curled around them as more skin was revealed, the kind only seen in private moments or late-night post-race showers when no one else was around. Oscar’s breath hitched slightly, not just from lust now… but because this felt dangerously close to something real again.

The second his own racing suit hit the floor—McLaren fabric pooling around his feet, Oscar was on you again, mouth crashing into that sensitive spot just below your ear. Then he bit down lightly on your neck—not hard enough to mark, not yet, but enough to make you gasp—the kind of bite he gives when he’s mad at the world and needs someone warm to take it out on.

A low sound escaped Oscar as he worked lower: kissing, sucking, grazing teeth along your champagne glistened collarbone… each touch fueled by betrayal, heartbreak… and years of unresolved tension.

The second your hand wrapped around him: firm, confident, no hesitation, Oscar sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. His hips jerked forward instinctively into the touch, craving for more friction. Pure heat and urgency—the kind that comes when you’re emotionally raw and someone knows exactly what to do. You have always been good with your hands… too good for a rival on track or off it. Oscar braced one forearm against the fogged-up wall beside them, eyes fluttering shut as those skilled fingers worked him over with steady pressure, just right and not rushing, not backing off… like you’d done this before…because you both knew damn well you had.

“I told you so” The words hit like a slap—sharp, mocking, and way too accurate. Oscar’s eyes snapped open, his jaw tightening as he glared at you through the steam. He hated that she’d come between them—not just romantically… but even this casual intimacy they used to fall into after races. He hated that he’d chosen something “normal” over whatever wild spark this was. He doesn’t remember why he has stopped hooking up with you to get into a “serious” relationship.

"Yeah? Well I didn’t think she'd cheat." Oscar shot back, voice low but edged with frustration now aimed half at you. A beat passed. The hand on his cock slowed slightly, not stopping but the mood shifted: teasing turning into something heavier. Rivalry again… mixed with everything else.

With surprising strength, sculptured from years of gym sessions and pushing himself to the limit—Oscar hoisted you up effortlessly, pressing you back against the cold, fogged glass wall of the shower stall. The impact made a soft thud, steam swirling around you as your bodies pressed close. The glass was slick with condensation, barely keeping you from slipping—but Oscar held firm, arms hooked under your thighs to keep you pinned.

Oscar crushed his lips onto yours again—harder this time—as if trying to erase everything else that had happened today.

The familiarity hit Oscar like a wave—every sensation, every muscle memory flooding back as he felt your body respond just like before: tight, warm, perfectly in sync with his movements.

Those relentless nights after podiums—private hotel suites at 2 AM. Post-gym sessions where he’d help “stretch” you but ended up tangled on the mats. The time in Monaco when he got caught sneaking out of your hotel suite smelling like hard sex. A shudder ran through him, not just from pleasure now… but nostalgia for what you two used to be before his relationship with the girl and rules complicated things. No words this time. Just motion, the slow push of hips meeting again after months apart and Oscar exhaled sharply through his nose, losing himself completely.

Every ounce of anger, at his cheating girlfriend, at the media circus he knew would come, at how much it still hurt despite trying to be cool about it—Oscar channeled into each rough thrust. The pace was relentless: hard, deep strokes that made the glass wall tremble slightly with every impact. No gentleness. Just raw emotion and physical release, the kind only angry sex like this could provide. Your breath came in short gasps against Oscar’s shoulder as you moved together, skin slick with steam and sweat now rather than champagne or race. The sounds were muffled by his heavy breathing, the slap of skin on skin barely audible over the humming showers nearby. A perfect storm of frustration… comfort… and something dangerously close to old feelings resurfacing. He welcomed it.

“Fuck!—” You gasped out. Oscar knew that spot—the one deep inside you that made you unravel every time he found it. And right now? He wasn’t being gentle about it. The moment he heard that gasp—sharp and surprised he zeroed in, angling his hips just right before driving into it again with brutal precision. Each thrust landed exactly where he wanted, relentless and calculated. Your whimpers hit Oscar like a drug: high-pitched, breathy sounds he hadn’t heard in years. The kind only he could pull from the usually stoic Red Bull driver. A smirk flickered on Oscar’s lips for half a second, not cruel, but satisfied as he kept hammering that sweet spot without mercy.

Your head thudded softly against the glass, your breathing ragged and uneven, each exhale fogging the already hazy surface beside you. Your fingers dug into Oscar’s back, not hard enough to hurt but with clear desperation, leaving faint red trails on his sun-kissed skin. The pale column of your throat was exposed—glistening with sweat, pulse hammering visibly just under the surface. An open invitation. A weakness even rivals couldn’t resist exploiting. Oscar didn’t hesitate. He ducked down and sank his teeth into that tender spot where neck meets shoulder, not biting too deep but firm enough to mark you in a way everyone would see later: teammates whispering “Did you see Y/N today?” and grinning like they knew something.

The bite sent a jolt through you—your whole body tensed, then melted at once. The moan that escaped you was low and broken, vibrating against Oscar’s lips when he pulled back to breathe. The way you clenched around him—tight as hell, rhythmic like waves of pleasure crashing down, it nearly made Oscar lose his rhythm. His hips stuttered for a second before instinct took over again. That squeeze… intentional or not? It felt too good. Like you were deliberately pulling every ounce of sensation from him just by existing. Oscar groaned into the steamy air between you, half frustration at losing control so easily… half pure ecstasy. Oscar growled against your neck, a rough sound and bit down again harder this time before picking up the pace even more: faster thrusts now fueled by both anger... and undeniable desire.

Your thoughts dissolved into static, nothing but sensation now. Every nerve ending was alight, your entire body focused on the relentless pace Oscar set: deep, powerful thrusts that hit exactly where you needed it most. The stretch burned in the best way—a sweet ache you hadn’t felt in years—and each movement sent waves of dizzying pleasure through you both. No coherent thoughts left… just heat and fullness and Oscar’s cock nailing the right spot in you, always Oscar doing this to you like you two were made for this exact rhythm.

Your legs trembled around Oscar’s waist—not from exhaustion but sheer overload. You couldn’t even gasp properly anymore, every breath came out as a whimper or moan.

Oscar’s anger wasn’t gentle—it was fierce, almost punishing in its intensity. Every thrust carried the weight of betrayal, heartbreak, and two years of pent-up longing. The force made your vision blur at the edges. You almost came right then—a sharp gasp tearing from your throat as pleasure coiled tight in your gut—but you clenched your teeth and held on by sheer willpower. Not because you wanted to delay it… but because this felt too good to end yet.

The stretch burned with every snap of Oscar’s hips, sweat dripped down their backs as you moved together like a well-oiled machine despite everything unsaid between you. A dangerous game of holding back when your body is screaming for release.

The sharp crack of Oscar’s palm against your ass echoed faintly in the steamy room—more sound than sting, but enough to send a jolt of delicious shock through you. You arched into it with a broken moan, the pain blooming into warmth almost instantly. The slap wasn’t cruel—just possessive, instinctive. His hand gripping your hip hard to yank you closer for deeper thrusts. A mix of dominance and raw emotion… like every hit carried unspoken words and emotions…like “This is what I feel right now.”

The sudden drag—Oscar pulling all the way out to the very tip before slamming back in with full force—made your whole body jerk. A choked groan tore from your throat, teeth sinking into your own bottom lip to muffle it.

It hurts—just for a split second—but then melted into something electric, addictive. The rough contrast of emptiness followed by sudden fullness was almost too much… and exactly what you both craved right now.

Oscar’s release hit him like a crash—sudden, overwhelming. With a groan muffled against your shoulder, he spilled deep inside you: hot and pulsing with no barrier between you. The intensity of it made his knees wobble slightly, if you two weren’t already braced against the wall—and for those few seconds, everything else vanished: the race results, the cheating girlfriend… All that mattered was this shared breathless moment. Your nails left faint red trails down Oscar’s back—not painful but possessive in their own way—as if marking territory without words.

The orgasm hit you a second later—less explosive but just as intense, flooding through your lower stomach in waves. You gasped softly, back arching slightly as your release painted your own stomach: warm streaks glistening against flushed skin. Oscar stayed pressed close, still catching his breath—chest rising and falling rapidly—as he watched the aftermath with half-lidded eyes.

The kiss was different this time—softer, slower. Not fueled by anger or frustration anymore, but something quieter… gentler. You tilted your head slightly as you leaned in, lips meeting Oscar’s with a tenderness that surprised even yourself. Your hand slid up to cradle the back of Oscar’s neck—fingers brushing through damp brown hair—as your mouths moved together in a tender rhythm.

It’s the warmth and breath mingling between you—the kind of kiss you give someone you’ve missed without realizing it. The steam kept the world outside at bay.

“You’re gonna break up with her?” you asked. The question hung in the air—soft but heavy. Oscar didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned into your touch as those gentle fingers scratched through his hair, a small sigh escaping him. Finally, he nodded against your shoulder before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes.

"Yeah." He said quietly—no anger now, just certainty. "I’m gonna end it tonight" A pause. Then: "She doesn't deserve me anyway." The words were calm… final… like the decision had been made right after Oscar found out.

“Look at you…finally acting like you have a brain” Your teasing smirk barely had time to settle before Oscar’s hand cracked down again—another sharp smack to the same spot, harder this time. Not playful. A real reprimand from a man still simmering with betrayal. The sting made you grunt, more surprised than hurt—but the look in Oscar’s eyes was all fire: wounded pride, rage at being cheated on… and now irritation at being mocked by you, of all people.

"Shut up.” Oscar muttered—low and edged—not even joking—as he keeps you pinned against the wall with his body weight. The spank wasn't sexy right now. It was a warning shot across the bow.

After rinsing off and changing into casual clothes they wore before putting on the suit pre-race earlier. You asked: “Gonna give me your room number?”

Oscar paused with his hand on the door handle, turning slightly to glance back at you. The question caught him off guard—simple but loaded. For a second, he hesitated. They’d just hooked up… they were rivals… and yet here you were asking for his room number like it meant something.

"214" Oscar said evenly. A beat passed before he added quietly. "You wanna come by later?" The invitation hung in the air between them—not as teammates or competitors… but as two guys who maybe hadn’t finished “talking” yet.

“I expect you to be showered and naked on the bed by the time I’m done with team dinner, Piastri. Not even a piece of clothing." You said with full blown confidence.

Oscar’s lips twitched, just slightly at the smirk. That cocky, confident Red Bull energy was back in full force… and damn if it didn’t do something to him. He nodded once, silently accepting your terms: shower first obviously, then naked on his bed by 9 PM sharp. No teasing banter now—they were both professionals at hiding personal stuff around the media. As you disappeared into the sea of reporters flashing cameras and microphones, Oscar exhaled slowly… already anticipating what came next.