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Chan felt like he was going to lose it. For the past few days, you have been purposely trying to fluster him. Any form of affection you could think of was used. Anything. Like it was your mission from the moment you started dating. You enjoyed it, really.

First, it started off small with compliments.

Earlier in the day, he was sitting at the table facing the window. He was working on his laptop when you walked by. You said hello, but stopped mid-step when you looked at him. You saw something you never noticed before. Something the sun highlighted. On his cheek were freckles. Subtle ones, but freckles nonetheless.

You hum. “Did you ever notice you have freckles?” He stopped typing and looked up at you.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Why?”

“Oh, nothing…” you commented, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone. “Just thought they were cute is all.”

You pressed a soft kiss on his cheek before heading off in your current path. He just sat there, staring at nothing. All he could do was blink as his cheeks became all warm. The shock was eventually shaken off and his work was resumed.

The same thing occurred when you complimented his dimples. Red cheeks and a shy smile. Later on, you did it again mid-conversation. He noticed you stopped talking and just stared. Love and adoration was present in your eyes. He felt shy and asked what was wrong, only to be told that his eyes were beautiful. He just blinked before letting out a giggle.

Then, there were the pet names.

You learned which ones affected him the most. You called him ‘pretty boy’ when he was feeling particularly insecure. ‘Handsome’ was for when he was looking exceptionally good that day. ‘Baby’ was for when you were in his ear, trying to coax him to bed to avoid another all-nighter. It had him weak in the knees.

One night, he had just finished eating dinner after a long work day when you walked in. He acknowledged your presence. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you replied. “Did you just finish work?”

He nods. “Mhm.”

“Did you remember to eat like I asked?” You asked. You raised a brow.

“I just ate dinner,” he said. You nodded your head in approval. You looked pleased.

Moving closer, you cupped his cheek. “Good boy. Doing just what I asked you to do,” you murmured.

Chan choked on his own saliva and stared in surprise. You had said it so casually. His mouth opened and closed to try and find words. Nothing came out. You just patted his cheek and walked out, satisfied. He hoped that was the end of it… but he couldn't have been more wrong.

You only became bolder from here. Physically, at least.

Another instance was when he was standing at the bathroom mirror post-shower. His skin was still damp and a towel was wrapped around his waist. In the midst of skincare, arms wrapped around him from behind him. You were pressed up against his back.

“Hey, you comin’ to bed?” You asked.

He hummed. “Yeah. Give me five minutes.”

You were satisfied with the answer, but paused when you went to unwrap yourself from him. Your hands started roaming around his abdomen and his chest. “You’ve been hard at work at the gym, I see…” you commented.

“I have.” he said in a low voice. “Been slipping in a few extra… sessions.”

Chan looked at you in the mirror, You had a barely contained look of smugness on your face. His faltered movements were played off with an awkward clearing of his throat. You were caressing everything. Tracing every groove in his muscles in a slow and intimate manner. Every brush made his skin feel hot. He continued like your touch wasn’t making his stomach do flips.

“That’s great. I love that you take such good care of yourself,” you said. “It has most certainly…” Your hands paused over his pecs. “Paid off.” He went to say something, but you had already walked off. His skin still felt warm and tingly all over. Unbelievable.

This game of yours all came to a head one day. Particular on a Friday evening.

The two of you were laying in bed. A plan consisting of a quiet, peaceful evening was thrown out the window. A silent room now filled with joyful laughter. A few lighthearted shoves developed into a round of playful wrestling.

You let out an uncontrollable fit of laughter when he decided to tickle your sides. “Ahaha! Stop ittt!” you cried out.

He laughed. “Why should I? You’re the one who started it.”

“Pleaseee!” you exclaimed.

Your body continued to wrangle in his grasp, trying to move away. This went on for another ten seconds before you finally had enough. When he let up, you did something he wasn’t expecting. Using your weight, you flipped him so his back landed onto the bed.

His wrists were held down above his head and your hips straddled his. You were looking down at him. Your chest heaved as you kept him pinned down on the bed. He squirmed and then sheepishly giggled, but it quickly died in his throat when he saw the look on your face.

You leaned in close to his face. Your noses were barely touching. “You done yet?” you whispered. Your voice was breathy, but stern.

He exhaled softly. “Maybe…”

Your breath against his lips caused his eyes to look down at yours. It was brief, but you noticed. His heart jumped in his chest. His stomach felt all floaty. Your eyes flickered down his lips. The ones he tugged at with his teeth.

“You shouldn't do that, you know,” you said.

The thumb on your free hand pulled his bottom lip free from his teeth. The skin felt soft when you brushed the digit across it. Goosebumps dotted all over his skin. It sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes were drawn to your lips again. God, can't you just kiss him already?

It was like you read his mind because you finally bridged the gap. The kiss was tender but charged. You had kissed him plenty before, but the tension over made it dizzying. Addictive.

Kissing him never did get boring. His lips were warm. He tasted sweet. It was so subtle, but you couldn’t get enough. You were left feeling fuzzy with every kiss.

The kiss only intensified the further you went. Tongues and teeth were clashing. Your other hand grabbed onto his throat, holding him in place in order to deepen the kiss. You could feel the breath in his throat hitch and the pulse in his neck jump.

He was trapped. His body and hands were pinned down from an act of manhandling. Your hand was clamped around his throat. The helplessness he felt had arousal burning in his belly. A quiet whine slipped out. His body arched into you.

The sound sent a wave of heat through you. It was like music to your ears. As much as you'd like to get carried away and continue, you needed air. You pulled away. Not just from the kiss, but you let go of him completely.

You released a deep breath. “You done now?”

That was the last straw.

He was at his limit.

Before you knew it, you were suddenly flipped over onto your back. You gasped from the impact. You were disoriented and a little frazzled. When you looked up at him, your heart skipped.

Oh boy.

His expression was dark. The brown eyes he possessed were almost black. His chest was heaving, rapidly rising and falling. His ears were red and looked hot to the touch. He looked like he wanted to devour you whole. It made you gulp.

“Stop that,” he said.

You scoffed. “Stop what?” Your attempt to act clueless didn't go unnoticed. His jaw tighened.

“Don't be coy. You know what,” he hissed. “Flustering me. Getting me worked up. All. Week.”

You raised a brow. “Is that right?” He just scoffed.

“Yes,” he replied. “And now… you are going to pay the price.” You tingled with anticipation when one of his legs pried yours open. “A taste of your own medicine, if you will.”

They say karma will come back to get you in various ways… but you certainly don't mind this one.

It's not like you and your boyfriend decided that you wanted to hook up with his bandmates.

…it is something you've talked about, of course. Jeongin knows they think of him as a baby - both of you, really, since you're dating him - but he's been a man for far longer than they care to admit. You can see it in the wandering eyes, in the way that Changbin takes a too-big swig of his water when Jeongin's hands flex just right, or the way Felix's fingers sink into the muscle of his biceps for just a little too long to be friendly. They all know that something has changed, that Jeongin's innocence has long since been shed, but no one dares to say it out loud, because saying it out loud makes it real. And none of them seem to want to let go of their sweet baby Ayen-ah just yet.

So yeah, sometimes dirty talk involves his bandmates, involves Chan catching the two of you on the couch and being "so disgusted", involves Minho finding the two of you pressed into a corner of a practice room with the low beat of their new song thrumming through the "accidentally" unlocked door and teasing both of you. He won't admit it, but you know it makes him come faster, makes a new kind of heat thrum under his skin. It does just the same for you.

In short, you're both shamelessly into it. Because, despite his maknae title, Jeongin is a freak.

It's greatly assisted by the fact that you are, too. You're down for anything and everything he's wanted to try, just as he's accepted every weird thing you've wanted to try with open arms. Sounding, pegging, shibari…there's really a small amount of things you've haven't tried, mostly for the sake of protecting his career or simply because some things are hard 'no's for one of you. 

It's a Saturday night when the first "incident" happens. Well, Jeongin calls it an "incident". You've been calling it a "divine intervention", because you were about to cave under the tension between Jeongin and his bandmates and ask one of them to sleep with the two of you anyways.

The night is young when it begins - the sun hasn't even started to kiss the horizon when the concert starts, six o'clock p.m. sharp. Despite Jeongin's insistence that he gets you a barricade ticket himself, you had ticketed long and hard for this concert, and bought yourself a seat instead.

"I don't want to be standing the whole time," you had told him when he whined, "plus, if you're patient, I'll see you backstage, won't I?"

"And the hotel?" he asked, pouty lips upturning hopefully.

"And at the hotel." you promised, because it's impossible to say no to your boyfriend when he uses those big, pouty eyes and perfect smile on you.

When the big screen on stage flickers alive, the intro video blaring through the stadium, the familiar flood of adrenaline pumps through your veins, and you're screaming despite yourself. No matter how many times you see them on stage, no matter how many times you watch them sing and dance their hearts out, you'll never get enough. They have something magnetic about them that forces a whole crowd to their feet and to jump and scream and dance. It's a powerful feeling, to be swept away in their performance. You always feel jittery after a concert, the energy in your body endless once the final note rings out. You could fight god or build a pyramid with your hands, in these moments.

Instead, you take that boundless energy out on your boyfriend.

Like every show, your boyfriend somehow gets impossibly hotter. You don't get your phone out - other Stays will record more than enough fancams for you - but it feels like it's pretty damn obvious who you're staring at, jaw-dropped. Stays joke that living with Chan has made him more of a menace, and while you know from experience that Jeongin's the real freak of the two, you're inclined to agree that his stage presence is becoming more and more Chan-like everyday.

Assisted by the stylists, of course. You think you could kiss all of them on the mouth for the outfit they've put him in tonight. His first outfit is obscene - a tiny white cropped tank top, so thin you can see the sharp lines of his body through it. It's so short that a sliver of his back peeks out when he's standing still, and you know he's bending over on purpose when the tank top practically rides up his entire back. Every single outfit is entirely unfair, like it was made entirely to tear you apart from the inside out. Even in the cutie little sailor outfit he looks amazing, and you think it's frankly unfair how badly you want to jump his bones right now. You really think this might be it for you. You might die here in the crowd at your boyfriend's concert.

Naturally, all of them look fine tonight, but only your boyfriend really captures your attention. His tongue flicks out and he winks in the direction of your seat, that smug bastard, and you scream with every other person in the stands near you as he does. You hate falling victim to the fan service of the k-pop industry, but when it's your boyfriend, you have no real reason to stop yourself from swooning over him. Even knowing about the new hair ahead of time, seeing it for yourself in the days leading up to the first show, didn't protect you from being obsessed with the way the light catches on the silver strands, on the way that droplets of sweat cling to his hair and make it stick to his forehead. 

The rest of the concert is a blur of scream-singing and drooling over your insanely hot boyfriend - who sweats so much into his shirts that they;'re practically a different color by the end of the night, absolutely glued to his skin. You're picturing peeling it off of him the entire time he's on stage. The sun dips down below the horizon but that doesn't stop them, the music still shaking the floor and sending shockwaves through your whole body.

By the time you're guided out from your seat, still clutching your lightstick to your chest with hearts in your eyes, you're so hyped up on adrenaline that you almost miss the manager you're supposed to be looking for standing at the top of the stairs. He gives you a polite nod when you walk towards him, and then guides you discretely backstage. For the most part, you follow the crowd - down the stairs, around the bend, past the banners one last time - just to slip out from the sea at the last moment, doing the practiced dance of quietly slipping into an "employees only" hallway without being detected. No controversies for you tonight, please and thank you.

You're forced to wait with the staff members outside of their changing space (you wonder briefly if you and Jeongin perhaps weren't so quiet during one of your previous green room escapades) while everyone gets out of their hair and makeup. Once they're out of their stage outfits they're technically allowed to just go back to the hotel and do the act of washing off the makeup themselves, but it is nice, sometimes, to fully let someone else handle something after a concert. Especially on a hot summer night, when even the sun setting couldn't pull the heat from the humid, sticky air. Everyone was wearing a layer of sweat so thick it was practically a second skin, so you, too, would let someone else do the hard work if you could.

…well, that's what you try to tell yourself, when impatience begins to overtake your body. The neediness that could've been excused as excitement from the concert before pulses in your abdomen, a slow, curling heat that tortures you from the inside out. You see flashes of your boyfriend again - a droplet of sweat rolling down his neck, the ridges of his abs when his fingers danced up his stomach and took his shirt with it, the way his eyes thinned to slits when he smirked and rolled his hips - and you're forced to squeeze your thighs together awkwardly while standing, hoping that it's not too obvious that you're vying to jump your boyfriend's bones the second you get your hands on him. Reputation be damned, you want to press him against a wall and kiss him senseless until there are no thoughts left in your heads but each other.

The boys start to filter out slowly, lazily - minus Jisung and Hyunjin, who still seem to have that post-concert adrenaline pulsing under their skin and are bouncing off the walls - and when Jeongin makes eye contact with you, freshly changed into another too-tight shirt and a pair of sweatpants that sit dangerously low on his hips, you know you're both in for a long night tonight. His thumb hooks into the waistband as he "adjusts" them, pulling them just low enough for the band of his boxers to peek out and a sliver of his abdomen to be visible when he shifts his arm across his body to "stretch" (read: tease you). He looks at you with hooded eyes and a lazy grin, the kind that means trouble, as he saunters over to you like a predator creeps up on prey. The heat in his gaze holds you pinned in place, watching, enraptured, as Jeongin's tongue dips out to wet his lips.

When he reaches you, he leans forward slowly, just slow enough to be a tease, and kisses you. The kiss isn't filthy, but the message behind it is a promise of more later. When he pulls away, you're both grinning, and if anyone else were paying better attention they would see the way that Jeongin has the subtly shift his pants over his crotch to hide his rising erection.

"Hotel?" he murmurs, voice gravelly from singing on stage, and you nod, fingers dancing up his arm to link yours through his.

It looks like an innocent move from afar, but your fingers dig into his biceps, practically feeling him up in front of everyone. You feel the way he tenses under your fingers, sending you a sideways looking. A warning that you ignore, too caught up in the way his biceps pull the shirt taut around them and the way his arm twitches in your hold.

"Behave." He breathes out quietly, not even looking at you.

Your fingers sink in harder, drawing a little hiss out of him, and you know you're in for a good night when his jaw tenses tight. The ride home is going to be a long, fun drive.

– – –

Hyunjin is bored.

There's nothing left in this hotel for him to do. He can't go downstairs and use the pool, because if he gets recognized they all have to move hotels, plus he'd also just get in trouble for wandering in the hotel in the first place. He could work out in the gym, the only public space they're permitted to use in these hotels, but Hyunjin doesn't want to work out, especially after a concert. He knows that Chan and Changbin do sometimes, to burn that excess energy, but the idea of doing more work right now has Hyunjin's nose crinkling. And he could sketch or paint, the art supplies shoved haphazardly into his suitcase staring at him from the corner of his eye, but the idea of sitting still right now also drives him up the wall.

It's partially due to the half-chub that he's been rocking since the first beat of the show. He's embarrassed to admit it, but every show makes that familiar burn of arousal boil under his skin. There's something about performing on the stage, dancing and singing in perfect sync with his bandmates, that gets him going. It's his personal aphrodisiac, which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because a post-show nut followed by a steaming hot shower and then a faceplant into the hotel sheets is probably the best feeling in the world. And a curse, because he doesn't actually want to jerk one out right now. 

Sure, he's horny, but there's a difference between being horny (physically) and being horny (mentally). Mentally, Hyunjin wants to busy himself with other things. He needs to be in the mood to jerk off, and while his bandmates looked a little too good tonight, Hyunjin's lingering sense of guilt about jerking off to his bandmates is a little too strong tonight, strong enough to outweigh the arousal that's settling into the back of his mind.

Okay, so maybe there is something for him to do in the hotel, but Hyunjin really, really doesn't want to do it. What he wants to do is explore the city to get his mind off of…other things. It's late, and with a mask and a hat, he knows he would blend right in.

But he doesn't want to go alone. First and foremost, a night out alone is boring in his opinion, especially in a new city. If he wants to try some food out here, the nicer restaurants probably won't seat him if he's on his own. Plus, he has no one to coerce to take photos of him so he actually has content to post on his social media. He supposes he could probably ask staff (he should probably ask staff if he's allowed to leave at all, but he pushes that thought aside), but then he loses some of the freedom of a city at night, forced to continue putting on an idol face for a couple more hours. Yeah, no thanks.

He also just loves his members and would spend every waking hour with them if he could, but you won't catch him admitting that. 

He runs through the options in his head. Felix would usually be down to explore and his quieter post-concert energy would be a nice match to Hyunjin's adrenaline rush he's still riding out, but Felix looked absolutely exhausted after the show. Hyunjin assumes he's already crashed and snoring on his bed. Seungmin never wants to explore, and Jisung and Minho are probably…busy, so that eliminates both of them. Chan and Changbin are good options, but concert nights are one of the few nights Chan might actually allow himself to rest, and Changbin and him took the double room, so Hyunjin risks waking Chan up if he goes to get Changbin.

That leaves Jeongin, and likely you. Hyunjin lights up at the idea. Jeongin is a far better personal photographer than most of the other members anyways, plus he gets to hang out with his little baby maknae and his equally cute partner. While Jeongin wasn't always down to hang out with his hyung, Hyunjin knows he could convince you to explore, and if you're going, well, Jeongin isn't going to not go. Hyunjin grins evilly, already deadset on convincing the two of you to come join him tonight. Using you against Jeongin is an evil ploy, but one that all of the members are familiar with, and Hyunjin isn't above a little bit of coercion to get his way. 

Usually Chan would be in charge of all of the extra room keys, but the group (in an attempt to get Chan to actually rest during tour season) agreed that they would rotate responsibility, to minimize one person being extra tired because someone lost their copy of their room key every night of the tour at weird, odd hours (cough cough Han Jisung). 

So Hyunjin doesn't even have to go knocking to get to the babies, because it's his turn to be on key duty. He's sure he can pawn off the responsibility to someone else before he's out the door, or he can just hope that no one forgets their keys until after he's back. He decides it's a problem for him of the future, the him that's already convinced the two of you to explore. I'm a genius, he thinks to himself, tongue caught between his teeth as he shuffles through the room keys for Jeongin's. 305, 306, 307…aha! Hyunjin grabs room 308's keycard and his phone, all of skipping down the hall towards the maknae's room.

He doesn't even think to knock as he scans the keycard. He's seen Jeongin in all states of undress before, and he doesn't quite consider the fact that you could be changing in there. Really, he doesn't have a single thought in his head as he cheerily barges into Jeongin's room, mind already thinking about all the places he wants to drag the two of you to visit.

"Hello children, I'm here to take you on an adventure-"

Hyunjin's voice trails off as the door clicks closed behind him, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing uselessly. He swallows big, the sound too loud in the quiet of the room, suspended in time for a moment as he stares at the two of you.

He can't tell where Jeongin ends and you begin. Jeongin has you pressed into the sheets, body curled over top of you, sweat making his skin glisten. His hips have gone still, but they were jackhammering into you when Hyunjin walked in. There's a constellation of bite marks and hickeys across your chest, and scratch marks litter the upper part of Jeongin's back like a map (exactly where it would be hidden by his stage shirts, Hyunjin hopes). Jeongin's hair is mussed, clearly tugged at, and if Hyunjin looks hard enough it looks like there's purpling hickeys littering his upper inner thighs too, somewhere that Stay would never see at the next show.

"I- you-" Hyunjin stutters uselessly as the two of you look at him, cheeks a bright pink and getting pinker.

You stare at him for a moment, studying him. His shoulders are up in surprise, there's a flush crawling down his neck, his finger is shaking as it points between the two of you, but you notice one thing that makes the corner of your mouth twitch up into a smirk. 

No matter how embarrassed he seems, Hyunjin can't stop looking at the two of you. His eyes dart between your faces, to where the two of you are connected, to the arch of your back, to the ridges of Jeongin's abs. A normal person would've looked away by now. Would've apologized, said something about forgetting this ever happened, would've walked out of the room with a hand over their eyes and not come back for the night. 

But Hyunjin was glued in place, shamefully staring at the two of you. Maybe out of disbelief, but you can tell by the way there's a tent forming in his shorts that there's more than disbelief in his darkened stare. 

"Dirty hyung, didn't even knock." Jeongin starts, tapping your shoulder twice - a confirmation on his end and a question. 

You tap back twice - a solid yes, your shared nonverbal green - as you continue his sentence. "Jinnie's such a pervert, hm? Look at him, he's leaking in his shorts. You were hoping you'd catch us, weren't you?"

"I wasn't- I didn't mean to-" Hyunjin flushes further, stammering as he glances nervously between the two of you.

There's confusion written on his face - why haven't you kicked him out yet? Why were the two of you looking at him like that? - and that just won't do. You glance up at your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow, and he sighs dramatically. He pulls out of you with a wet pop!, the sound so slick and gross and nasty that it has Hyunjin's cock twitching in his pants despite himself. 

Oh my god, Hyunjin thinks, almost drooling at the site of Jeongin's cock, coated in both of your juices, he's so big.

Certainly bigger than anything Hyunjin's ever taken. He's not certain he's ever really given Jeongin's cock a good look before, but he's confident Jeongin must be a grower, not a shower, because Hyunjin feels like he would remember if he'd seen that beast before.

"I should…I should go…" Hyunjin says, making no move to actually leave, eyes still locked between Jeongin's legs.

Jeongin laughs at him, low and mean, as he stalks over to where Hyunjin is. He crowds into Hyunjin's space until Hyunjin's backed up against the door, curled so far in on himself that he's forced to look up at Jeongin. His breath is short, caught in his throat, and Jeongin plays a dangerous game as he leans in and in and in and-

Clicks the lock behind Hyunjin's back.

"Now's your last chance to pretend you don't want this," Jeongin says, looking down at Hyunjin, watching the way his pupils swallow his irises as he stares up at Jeongin, "Nothing to say, hyung? Not interested in a different kind of adventure tonight?"

It's mean, to call back to why Hyunjin was here in the first place. Hyunjin looks so small - like a mouse caught in the teeth of a very satisfied cat - and it sends a spike of arousal shooting up your spine. The two of you had talked about involving one of his members, but this was an even better scenario than you could have ever conjured in your head. 

You drag yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed, a mix of your arousal and Jeongin's leaking from between your legs.

"C'mon, Hyunnie," you coo, spreading your legs wide so Hyunjin can see the mess between them, "We're asking so nicely, y'know. We could be meaner."

"He'd like that," Jeongin says, still staring Hyunjin down like a predator, "Perverted little things like him don't want to be treated nicely."

They're talking about me like I'm not even here, Hyunjin thinks distantly, and he tries to speak, tries to defend himself, but all that comes out is an indignant little squeak. It's a pathetic sound, and it's practically a confession that you're not wrong about him.

"Oh poor thing, you must be so overwhelmed," you say, faux concern dripping in your tone, "Jeongin, give him some space, won't you? C'mere, baby."

Jeongin gives Hyunjin one last look over before backing up like you asked, hands raised in mock surrender. Hyunjin watches with wide eyes, cock one touch away from exploding in his pants. You're both so hot like this, so in control that every single one of his senses is locked on to the two of you. 

"Baby? You going to come here?" You ask, and oh, are you talking to him?

Hyunjin must look like a fool, mouth parted and blinking at you rapidly like he can't believe his ears. Jeongin rolls his eyes and lifts a hand, beckoning him over lazily.

"C'mon, you heard them," he says, eyes bored and mouth curled into a smirk, "You can't be stupid already, right? You can listen."

He nods rapidly, head bobbling on his shoulders as he stumbles over to you. His limbs don't feel like his own, awkward legs bumping into each other as he stops in front of you, standing between your parted legs. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for another order. 

"So good for us already, aren't you, baby?" you ask, a rhetorical question, giggling when he nods anyways, "God, you're so cute. Isn't he so cute, Innie-yah?"

"So cute," Jeongin responds, voice closer than Hyunjin remembers, "Would look even cuter on his knees."

Hyunjin doesn't even register listening until there's a dull throbbing in his knees as he clunks to the ground. He's eye level now with your gaping hole, but he doesn't look. He keeps his eyes on yours, revelling in the way you smile down at him sweetly as he drops to his knees. 

A hand comes to run through his hair and he trills, a satisfied sound in the back of his throat, leaning into the hand. You bring a hand to run a lazy circle around the rim of your entrance, and Hyunjin drools as more of the nasty mixture of lube and juices leaks out of you. He wants to taste so bad, but he already knows that he can't do that without your permission. Without both of your permissions. You were kind enough to let him stay at all, and he refuses to miss out tonight just because he got greedy. 

"We use the stoplight system," you say quietly, voice serious, "Do you know the colors, baby?"

Hyunjin hums an affirmative, and the hand in his hair tightens its hold.

"Say them for us," Jeongin says, tone stern, "And from now on, if we ask you a question, we expect a verbal response. Got it?"

"Got it, I got it," Hyunjin whimpers, the stinging on his scalp making him leak even more into his pants, "Green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop."

"Good job, baby." You coo, just as Jeongin says:

"Good slut, knowing his colors."

Both of you have such a condescending tone, like you're talking to a stupid baby who doesn't know anything, and it makes Hyunjin squirm a bit. The hand in his hair tightens even more, and Hyunjin settles, the message clear - speak when spoken to, don't move unless asked. He can do that. He can be good for you two. His cocky stage presence feels so far away right now, a skin he puts on for shows that he thought he could maintain in the bedroom, but under the weight of your gazes, Hyunjin can't even remember what it feels like to be in charge. His entire life zeroes in to this moment: him on his knees, Jeongin's hand in his hair, your fingers creating a perfect V and spreading yourself open.

You watch his face carefully, catch the exact moment that he realizes that Jeongin has already came inside of you, eyes widening and drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth when a perfect white pearl of cum pulses lazily out of you. 

"I'm going to die," he wheezes, because it's true, "You two are going to kill me."

Jeongin chuckles, the hand in his hair loosening to run through it soothingly. He scratches at the undercut gently, lowering himself down behind Hyunjin to hook his chin over his shoulder.

"That's not a safeword I'm hearing, hyung," he murmurs, and Hyunjin whimpers, "Are you okay with kissing?"

Hyunjin barely gets a breathy "yes" out before Jeongin's big hand is grabbing his chin and forcing his lips on Hyunjin's. Hyunjin moans into the kiss, and you watch with a quiet reverence as his cock twitches once between his legs, a glob of precum darkening his sweatpants at the tip. The angle looks awkward at best, but Hyunjin's fingers still clench against his thighs as Jeongin finds a way to deepen the kiss, tongue carving its way into his mouth. 

He feels your foot run up his thigh, the pressure of it moving higher and higher and stopping just short of where he needs touch the most. The whine the lack of stimulation pulls out of him is loud enough for it to break his kiss with Jeongin. A fragile trail of spit stretches between their mouths, only broken when you beckon Hyunjin towards you and he practically falls forward into your lap.

"Careful," you coo, greedy hands reaching down to pull him up to you, "I just want a taste, baby. Come here."

He settles into your lap, your hands pressing him down by the thighs when he hesitates to put his weight on you and then slipping under his shirt to guide it off. Jeongin takes it from you once you get it off of him, taking it to god knows where, but Hyunjin couldn't care less, because your mouth is on his, and it's heaven. Your kisses are different from Jeongin's - softer, but no less in control. While Jeongin uses sharp, brute force to keep his control, Hyunjin finds that your presence is more subtle. He listens to you because it feels natural to. The way you hold yourself, the way you say things so simply and kindly, makes the idea of not listening to you seem like an impossibility. Jeongin is in control because he gives you no choice, but your control feels like surrender. Hyunjin thinks that if he pushed it you might cave, might let him hold the idea of control in his hands, but he doesn't want to, not when you look at him like that for being good.

Hands sneak around his waist, dance down his stomach until one of them finds his cock through his sweatpants. The pressure is gentle at first, testing, a deep voice chuckling from behind him when his hips buck up desperately into the touch.

"Patience, baby," Jeongin says behind him, pressing a gentle kiss to Hyunjin's neck, "Hold still for me."

And Hyunjin does what he's told, because he's a good boy. He lets himself be sandwiched between the two of you, Jeongin's bare chest warm against his back as he toys with his cock, your mouth sweet and gentle against his as you explore every crevice of his mouth with your tongue. He feels unreal, his mind fuzzy and his body floating. He wonders if he's asleep, if his horny brain has conjured this fantasy up to torture him, but then your teeth sink into his lower lip, and the sting of pleasure-pain is so real and perfect that Hyunjin knows that this is reality.

Jeongin gets bored of playing with his cock through the sweatpants, grabbing Hyunjin by the hair and pulling him away from you, much to both of your chagrins. You let go of Hyunjin's waist as Jeongin guides him to stand again, though it's on shaky legs, and he has to lean back into the easy strength of the boy behind him to keep himself upright.

You slide off the bed to fall to your knees in front of Hyunjin, fingers coming to toy with the waistband of Hyunjin's sweatpants. The way you look up at him has Hyunjin shivering. Even on your knees, Hyunjin feels like he's at your mercy, glued to Jeongin, whose wandering hands have found a home just above the waist of Hyunjin's pants, teasing fingers pushing into the soft skin there just to hear the way Hyunjin hisses when they do.

"Can I take these off?" You ask him, looking up through your lashes, and shit, Hyunjin would have to be actually insane to say no.

He nods his head, struggling to swallow his spit as you frown up at him. You don't say anything else, but keep tracing the waistband. Hyunjin wonders if you're teasing, but then one of Jeongin's hands pulls back, just to land hard on his ass. Hyunjin stumbles forward a bit at the contact, your hands and Jeongin's other hand holding him steady.

"When we ask you a question, you're supposed to answer," Jeongin says, voice unamused, "Did you already forget? Touched your cock a little and you lost all your thoughts? I thought you were going to be good."

"I am, I am, 'm sorry, sorry Innie-yah," Hyunjin rushes out, an aroused shiver crawling up his spine at the way Jeongin was talking to him, "It won't happen again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It better not," Jeongin says, tone sharp, but he leans forward to press a soft kiss to Hyunjin's shoulder to balance it out, "Now answer the question."

"Yeah, yeah, you can- you can take 'em off," he slurs out, voice sounding fucked out even to him, "...please?"

"Good boy." Twin voices say, and there are fingers under his waistband tugging his pants and underwear down.

He almost feels embarrassed how hard he is right now, cock slapping against his abdomen and then hanging down slightly under the weight of his arousal. His underwear is soaked at the front, and you run a curious finger through his precum as you guide his boxers off his legs, making him flush an impossibly brighter pink when you bring the finger to your mouth to taste. You grin up at him toothily when he lets out a shocked sound, like tormenting Hyunjin was your favorite activity.

And maybe it was, because without any warning, you're leaning forward to wrap your lips around the head of Hyunjin's cock. Hyunjin practically shouts at the contact, but the sound is swallowed by a palm across his mouth from behind, firm and unyielding, even as Hyunjin's tongue darts out to taste it. Like salt and sweat and something that's distinctly Jeongin, and the taste makes Hyunjin moan into his hand.

"So loud," Jeongin chastises, though it holds no real bite to it when another little sound from Hyunjin's throat has him pressing his erection against the curve of Hyunjin's ass, "What are we going to do with you?"

"Hmm…" you hum around Hyunjin's cock, sending a spasm through him.

You pull off to speak, looking up at Jeongin over Hyunjin's shoulder, "I say we make him squirt once into my mouth and then once inside of you, yeah? I'm already stuffed full, only fair that you get a turn."

Jeongin rolls his eyes at you, which makes you laugh, but folds immediately anyways.

"You like being stuffed full," he complains as he reaches around to grasp at the base of Hyunjin's cock, guiding it back towards your mouth, "But shit, if you don't want this pretty cock inside of you, I'm not going to complain if I get to take it for a spin."

"He's got a good curve to him," you say as you surface for a gulp of air, "I think he'll fit inside of you just right."

Jeongin hums, cock still nestled between Hyunjin's ass cheeks, and Hyunjin feels it twitch when you dive back down around his cock. Shit, Hyunjin gets it, because you look so good down there, lips stretched to accommodate the size of Hyunjin's cock. He's not nearly as big as Jeongin, but he's still a pleasant weight in your mouth, the kind of size that will still have your jaw aching tomorrow. Your throat spasms around his tip when it bumps against the back of your throat, and Hyunjin feels fucking pathetic, because he thinks he already might come.

"When- where-" he manages to babble, voice caught between moaning and whimpering into Jeongin's hand.

His voice is muffled, but Jeongin can either hear him well enough or can tell from the way his body trembles in his hold what he needs, because he leans forward to tug at Hyunjin's earlobe with his teeth.

"Already? God, I should've known you were easy," Jeongin says, laughing when he feels the heat of Hyunjin's embarrassment in his skin, "You're supposed to be my hyung, Hyunjin-ah. You're such a bad role model, can barely last a few minutes when someone gets their mouth on you. How's that pathetic thing going to survive inside of me?"

The visual of it, the idea of being inside of Jeongin and feeling his entrance clench around him, is enough to have Hyunjin bucking backwards, trying to pull out of your mouth before he spills without permission. Jeongin doesn't let him, though, holds steady behind him and lets you keep ravaging Hyunjin with your mouth. He makes a frantic sound against Jeongin's hand, and Jeongin sighs dramatically, pulling his hand away.

"What." He says, feigning boredom.

"You have to stop, you have to- please, I can't hold it back, I can't!" Hyunjin wails, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes, "I'm going to- I can't-"

Words start to fail him, helpless little babbles and sobs clawing out of his throat as you just suck harder, bobbing down as far as you can take him. He's writhing in Jeongin's strong hold, his one hand and body pressed into him from behind enough to hold him still. The salty taste of precum gushing out of him fills your mouth, but he's good, and no matter how much it hurts, he won't come - can't come - without your permission.

Jeongin lets the moment drag a little longer, holds Hyunjin steady for a breath more, before raising an eyebrow at you. You pull off of Hyunjin, much to his chagrin, and bring a hand up to rapidly jerk at his length. Hyunjin's mouth falls open into a little 'o', eyes rolling back at the sensation. You cock your head at Jeongin, a silent question, and his mouth presses into a line as he thinks.

"You think so?" he asks you, and you nod, "Okay. Whenever you're ready, then."

Hyunjin feels caught, stuck between two people who know and love each other so much that they don't even have to talk to communicate. It makes this moment feel even more sinful, like something he was never supposed to be part of, and if he were allowed to come, he would've exploded all over your face in that moment. 

His time's not far off, though, as you lean forward to press gentle kisses to the head of his cock as you jerk him off, "When you come, I want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, Jinnie? Cover my face in your cum, make me all messy and gross with it?"

He nods again, mouth useless and full of cotton. Jeongin's hand reels back again and Hyunjin knows it's coming, so he panics, choking on his own wails as he struggles to get the words out.

"I can, I can," he manages, and feels Jeongin's body freeze behind him before the hand comes down, "'m good, 'm so good for you, I can do that. Whatever-hngh-whatever you want, I can do it, promise."

"Good boy," Jeongin says, "I'm going to count you down, okay? When I get to one, you can come."

"Okay, okay, thank you thank you thank you-" Hyunjin sputters, the hand on his cock speeding up a bit.

He can't look at you, can't peer over his shoulder at Jeongin, because he knows it'll be enough to push him over. He squeezes his eyes shut instead, head falling back to lay uselessly on Jeongin's shoulder. 

"Five."

Your wrist twists at the head of his cock, right where his sensitive glans are, squeezing just a little tighter on the way up because you can tell he likes it.

"Four."

Jeongin's fingers press into his hips, hard enough that if Hyunjin was in the right mind he would be worried about the bruises that were surely going to form tomorrow, about how the hell the stylists are going to hide them when his one outfit has a perfect blue button-up that rides up too high.

"Three."

You lean forward to suck on the head of his cock once, tongue dipping into his slit to gather more of his precum on your tongue. 

"Two."

Your free hand comes to roll his balls in your palm, grinning slyly as the tears finally spill over and Hyunjin's cheeks are coated in salt.

"One and a half…"

"Jeongin." You chastise as Hyunjin sobs harder, but if Hyunjin had his eyes open, he'd see the cruel gleam in your eyes, too.

"One and a quarter…"

He's going to die. His cock is going to fall off in your hand and he's never going to be able to experience anything like this ever again. The two of you are going to ruin him for anyone else forever.

"One."

He thinks he screams. All he knows is that Jeongin presses forward into his back and brings his hands up, lightning fast, to tug at Hyunjin's nipples, and then he's gone. Floating in a sea of bliss, body completely weightless and useless as he comes and comes and comes. He might black out. He's not even sure. All he knows now is the feeling of release overtaking his body, and the solid weight of Jeongin's chest behind him.

When he comes down, he's still standing, but barely - he thinks the only thing keeping him up right now is the way Jeongin digs his hands into his hips, anchoring him to reality. Without them, Hyunjin thinks he would float off into space and never be found again. He thinks he could ride that high forever.

He lets himself open his eyes, and regrets it immediately, because oh, you're still there, on your knees, face coated in his release. It's so much too, more than Hyunjin thinks he's ever come in one go. Some of it is splattered across your eyebrow, dripping down onto your cheek, but most of it coats your cheeks and your lips. If he had been aware of anything around him when he came, he would've seen the way you stuck your tongue out and caught some of the release in your mouth, but that's okay. He'll taste it on you later when you kiss again, the way his taste clings to your tongue.

You grin up at him once you can tell he's slightly lucid, a hand coming up to rub gentle circles into his hipbone.

"Do you think you can get to the bed, baby?" you ask, gentle and genuinely soft, the softest the two of you have been since Hyunjin stumbled in on you.

"You still owe us one more, you know," Jeongin says, nipping at Hyunjin's neck absentmindedly, "I want one too."

"You're going to kill me," Hyunjin says again, voice raspy, "Oh my god. Oh my god."

He lets himself be guided to the bed anyways, watching the way you don't even consider moving to wipe his cum off of your face. You position yourself at the headboard, and Jeongin guides Hyunjin to lie between your legs, face right in front of your entrance.

"Watch."

It's the only warning Hyunjin gets before Jeongin is in his vision now too, both of you above him. He thinks you're going to kiss - and shit, he wouldn't complain about getting to watch the two of you makeout - but instead, he chokes on a moan when Jeongin leans forward and licks a stripe up your cheek.

He cleans you up carefully, reverent but also greedy. His tongue darts across everywhere where Hyunjin's cum is, filling his mouth with his salty taste. Hyunjin can't take his eyes off of the two of you. 

"Holy shit." He murmurs, mostly to himself, but it makes you giggle anyways. "Tickles," you giggle quietly, and laugh fuller when Jeongin retaliates by lightly biting your cheek, "Hey now, watch yourself."

Jeongin must send you a withering look, because you stick your tongue out at him. Hyunjin can't tell from his position, but he can tell that your face is now free of cum, Jeongin's tongue quick and efficient. Your face still feels gross - your boyfriend just slobbered all over you - but it was certainly worth it to watch the way that Hyunjin's eyes widened and traced the path Jeongin's mouth took across your skin. 

Jeongin leans forward to kiss you, obscuring your vision of Hyunjin, and you realise that he's collected some of Hyunjin's cum in his mouth, pressing it into yours as he kisses you. You make a content sound against his mouth, gladly swallowing more of Hyunjin's cum. 

"Thanks for sharing, Innie." you joke.

"You're welcome," Jeongin cheekily replies, then starts digging through the bedside drawer, "Now where the hell did the lube go?"

"You're the one that threw it across the room after you opened me up," you remind him, grinning when he sends you a side-eye, "Don't give me that look, it's true! But I packed extra anyway. There should be some in the front pocket of that bag over there."

He gives you a mock salute and trots on over to go digging through your bag. While he does, your focus drops back down to Hyunjin, who is still obediently splayed on his stomach between your legs. His eyes are unfocused and droopy, a tiredness after his first orgasm settling over him. You want to put him in a jar and keep him in your pocket when he looks like this, impossible cute for a guy who does body rolls and teases Stay with winks and kisses on-stage.

You bring a hand down to gently run through his hair instead (you can put him in your pocket another day), melting when he presses into your hand with a content little hum. He blinks up at you slowly, like a sleepy kitten, and you feel arousal pulse through you like a tidal wave. You want to ruin him. You want to watch the way his eyes roll back as he comes a second time, then a third, then a fourth, until he has absolutely nothing left to give.

"You're so cute," you coo, "I can't wait to watch Innie take you."

"It'll never happen if I can't find this stupid lube," Jeongin laments from across the room, contents of your bag now strewn across the floor, "Which pocket was it again?"

"The front one," you yell, then focus back down on Hyunjin, "Can you do something for me, sweet thing? You can say no."

"Of course," Hyunjin slurs, "Can do anything for you."

"That's our good boy," you say, tone dripping with fondness, "I'm feeling needy, after watching you feel so good from my mouth. Can you return the favor, baby? Make me feel good now?"

It's all technically a question, but Hyunjin knows better. Knows that you knew he would say yes, knows that your unbearable kindness is just a face for the real beast that lies waiting under your skin. The hand in his hair isn't just a comfort, it's a reminder that he's below you. That you can pet him like he's just a little animal below you, because he is. He's lesser than you, he's yours to use like a toy and not complain.

"Please." Hyunjin breathes out anyways, desperate for a taste of you.

You use the hand in his hair with a firmer grip now, pulling him towards your leaking entrance, Jeongin's cum drying around the rim. Hyunjin leans forward to lap at it anyways, moans loudly when he tastes it on his tongue.

The taste isn't great - the lube isn't flavored, and it has a sort of acridic taste to it - but Hyunjin could care less, because your thighs twitch around his head when his tongue dips inside of your entrance. All he can think about now is making you feel good. You watch in amusement as he rocks his hips forward into the bed, sure that he's not even aware that he's humping the mattress like an animal while he's eating you out.

He's sloppy about it, all spit and slick as he drools all over your entrance, but it still feels good. Hyunjin's head game was actually pretty notorious amongst the group (or, rather, Han Jisung got head from him one time and made sure it was everybody else's business), but you were surprised by how good it actually felt. 

It doesn't take much to drag you dangerously closer to your edge, especially when Hyunjin slips a finger in alongside his tongue. You would chastise him for doing that without asking, but your instructions in themself were vague - "make me feel good" really could mean anything - so you save your meanness for later, when it will be harder for Hyunjin to hold it together under both you and Jeongin.

Speaking of Jeongin, your idiot boyfriend is still fumbling around for lube, cursing and muttering to himself. Funny that this man thought he would be a priest, you muse, because now he's walking around buckass naked looking for a bottle of lube so that his friend can fuck him up the ass.

"Am I doing good?" Hyunjin pants out, looking up at you with glossy eyes, "Am I making you feel good?"

"Making me feel so good," you moan out, "Keep that mouth on me and make me come, yeah? Let me use that perfect face of yours, pretty boy, make you just as dirty as me."

You look past Hyunjin, and let the hazy pull of pleasure part your mouth into a tempting little 'o' just as Jeongin looks up to say something to you. Your tongue darts out across your lips, and you let your head go heavy, tilting it to bare your neck to him. 

Whatever Jeongin was going to say dies on his tongue. You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly, pupils expanding as he zeroes in on you. His eyes flick down - to your lips, then to the length of your neck, glistening with sweat in the low light, then down to where Hyunjin's head is bobbing, making out with your entrance - and his cock drips a fat glob of precum onto the floor. He's frozen in place, fingers twitching at his side like he wants to reach for his cock, but knows that he shouldn't if he doesn't want to come.

"Fuck." He breathes, so quiet you almost miss it.

You just give him the same look he gave you earlier at the venue - hooded predatory eyes, like you're going to eat him whole - and he scrambles to come join the two of you on the bed, bottle of lube clutched but forgotten in his hand.

He all of jumps you when he gets on the bed, sliding next to you and burying his face in the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder. Unlike him, you don't have any rules or contracts protecting you from marks, so he doesn't even hesitate to sink his teeth into your skin, making you hiss. His tongue licks a stripe up your neck, tasting your sweat on his tongue, and he groans at the taste, sucking over your pulse point in a way that's surely going to leave a mark.

Hyunjin hasn't slowed down a bit since the bed dipped with new weight. If anything, he goes faster now, motivated by the sight above him. He feels wild, completely out-of-body, and it just makes him want to give the two of you more. Every little piece of him, right here in this bed, until there's nothing left of him but pleasure. 

"I'm going to come, and you're-fuck!Y-you're gonna take all of it, 'kay?" you tell Hyunjin, voice wobbling as your oncoming orgasm curls in your stomach, "Be good and make me come, let me cover your face-shit, fuck, I'm-"

Your voice breaks as your back arches, hips jolting up from the bed as your release coats Hyunjin's face. It's powerful enough that some of it gets in his hair, and you'd apologize if he didn't give you the most dazed, pleasure-filled gaze from between your legs. His tongue lolls out, pretty and pink, and as the taste of you hits his tongue he moans, pitchy and needy.

It's all too much and not enough. Hyunjin feels so greedy, leaning back in to lick at you again, to clean up the mess that ended up on your thighs and not on him. He needs it so bad that he doesn't hear you hiss in oversensitivity and tell him to stop, doesn't hear the cruel way that Jeongin mocks his desperation, doesn't hear anything until there's a strong hand in his hair that's yanking him back. He cries out, eyes flying open (when did they close?) to pout up at the two of you, freezing when he sees the stern looks on your faces.

"Stupid hyung, so fucking needy that he can't listen anymore," Jeongin hisses, hand tugging hard on his hair again just to watch the way that tears fill his waterline, "Did you even hear us? No? Words, pervert hyung, or we'll leave you here like this, all desperate, to hump a pillow like a dog."

It's an empty threat - Jeongin's so hard that his dick might actually explode if he doesn't get in on the action soon - but it's enough to have Hyunjin crying again, lip trembling as he pleads up at you both.

"Please, I'm sorry, hyung's sorry, Innie, Innie-yah-" his eyes flicker over to you too, sniffling as he stutters your name and cries up at you both, "Please? I didn't mean to not listen, I didn't mean to, I'm good, I can be-hic!-can be so good for you, please?"

"Come sit up here," you say, voice flat as you pat your lap, "Back to my chest. Don't even think about touching me or yourself."

He nods, clambering up carefully as Jeongin slips in front of the two of you. You bring your legs to your chest, back against the headboard, and leave just enough room between your legs for Hyunjin to slot himself. Your one hand comes to squeeze at his shoulder, and when he tries to tilt his head back to look at you, your other hand comes up to grip his jaw cruelly between your fingers, snapping his head back forward.

He feels your breath, hot on his ear, as you lean forward to speak. "Watch."

He doesn't understand, not right away, until Jeongin pops the bottle of lube open and generously coats three of his fingers. And then Jeongin rolls over and presents himself to both of you, ass high in the air and face in the sheets as he brings his index finger around to tease his winking hole.

Hyunjin's mouth feels dry as he watches Jeongin, his little baby maknae, press a slim finger inside of himself and let out a dreamy sigh at the feeling. When did Jeongin get so hot? Well. Hyunjin's known Jeongin's hot for a while, but he hadn't ever pictured just how good he would look facedown on the mattress, back arching as he fucks himself with his fingers. His muscles ripple as he fucks into himself, and Hyunjin wants to trace the ridge of each one with his tongue.

Hyunjin doesn't even realize he's leaning forward, desperate to see the show closer, until the hand that was holding his jaw drops to his neck and tugs him backwards. You don't put any pressure on his neck - choking's not the kind of thing you test on someone whose limits you don't know, especially when you can't see their face - but the simple act of your hand around his throat makes Hyunjin go entirely pliant in your hold. You file that fact away for later as you feel his pulse jackrabbit under your fingers, leaning forward to tug just a little harshly at his earlobe with your teeth. 

"He looks so good like that, doesn't he?" you ask, "Spread open like a whore. Bet you just want to stick that pathetic little thing in him, don't you? Hump him like a dog until you breed him full?"

Jeongin slips in a second fingers just as Hyunjin's eyes roll into his skull and he moans, the image of fucking into Jeongin, bending over him and just letting instinct taking over. He wonders what kinds of sounds he could punch out of Jeongin. If Jeongin would even make a sound, or if he would just lay there, acting uninterested while Hyunjin lost his mind inside of his tight heat. Would he tell him he was good? Would he tell Hyunjin he was dirty?

A third finger joins the other two as Hyunjin squirms in your grasp, cock leaking and red between his legs. He needs something, anything, to touch his cock, so hard now that it hurts. But you just laugh in his ear, eyes still latched on to Jeongin, who's scissoring his fingers apart in a way that makes his hole make a nasty squelch! every time it tries to close around the intrusion. Hyunjin wants to eat him out too, wants to see what kinds of sounds Jeongin makes when his tongue is inside of him, wants to feel Jeongin's thighs try to crush Hyunjin's head between them.

"God, are you drooling? Jinnie, you're so cute," you coo from behind him, and Hyunjin jolts as your hand on his shoulder slides up to wipe at a line of spit on his chin, "Need something in that mouth of yours? I know, it's hard for a stupid thing like you to keep your mouth closed when Jeongin looks that good in front of you, isn't it?"

He whimpers, thighs pressing together to try and alleviate the ache in his cock. It doesn't work, but two of your fingers come to press against his lips, and the world gets a little hazier as he sucks on them dumbly. It's messy, and he can feel even more spit smearing across his chin as he drools all over your fingers, but the weight of your fingers in his mouth has settled the restless need for anything, his squirming at a minimum not. He tenses when Jeongin curls his fingers to press into his prostate and lets out a pretty moan, but he doesn't whine, doesn't try and pull from your grip to get to Jeongin.

"Do you think you're ready, Yennie?" you ask, rolling Hyunjin's tongue between your fingers as you question him, "I know Jinnie is. You should see his cock right now, it's a mess."

Jeongin slips his fingers out of himself, humming unhappily at how empty he feels as he gets up on his knees to face the two of you. You slip your fingers out of Hyunjin's mouth as he moves. His hair is a mess, silver spikes standing straight up on one side from how his cheek was smushed into the sheets, and it's the cutest thing you've ever seen. Even as he clambers over Hyunjin, straddling his thighs and rutting their cocks together once, twice, just to pull a reaction from the man below him, you still can't help but think that your Jeongin just looks so adorable.

You tell him so, and he huffs.

"You're supposed to say handsome or hot."

"They don't have to mutually exclusive," you argue, "You can be adorable and devilishly handsome-"

"That's not how that works at all-"

"It absolutely is-"

"Jeongin, you're insanely hot!" Hyunjin pipes in, interrupting both of you, "Now can we please get on with it?? I need…need you. Please?"

It was a bit of a bratty move, the kind of thing the two of you should probably punish him for, but he gives Jeongin the saddest, wettest puppy dog eyes he's ever seen and Jeongin's sending you a look that says "I'm going to fold like a pathetic loser." 

You sigh, but give him a slight nod, fine with that for now. For the most part, Hyunjin's been good anyways. It's not like you haven't already tortured him enough. Making him just watch Jeongin get off was torture for you, too, who would've loved to see Hyunjin's longer fingers stretch your boyfriend open. Maybe another time, you think, watching with interest as Jeongin grabs the base of Hyunjin's cock and aligns it with his entrance. Far more important things were going on right in front of your eyes.

"I'm going to ride you now," Jeongin informs Hyunjin, staring down at him through slitted eyes, "And you're going to sit there and take it. You try to fuck up into me and I stop and you get to watch while I get myself off. Am I clear?"

Before Hyunjin can answer, you butt in too, voice smooth and even, "And don't even think about coming without permission. You don't come until one of us explicitly tells you to, got it?"

"Got it," Hyunjin murmurs, eyes transfixed on where Jeongin rubs the tip of his cock over his entrance, "I'll be good for you. For both of you."

"Good boy." Jeongin croons.

That's the closest to a warning that either of you get that Jeongin is going to move, dropping down until he's already taken all of Hyunjin inside of him. Hyunjin's cock isn't small by any means - it sits right around average, with an upwards curve that you think will press into Jeongin's prostate just right - so you gasp in surprise when Jeongin sinks all the way down in one clean movement. Jeongin's mouth falls open into a silent scream and his back bows, his three fingers not enough to have prepared him to take Hyunjin that easily. Sweat builds at his hairline right away as he pants, head lolling forward as he holds himself there for a moment, trying to get used to Hyunjin's size.

Hyunjin isn't faring much better, mouth uselessly parted and making gargled sounds in his throat. He chokes through a moan when Jeongin clenches around him, still not moving, and you chuckle meanly behind him, the movement rippling through him.

"He hasn't even moved yet," you remind him, fingers dancing around his sides to come knead at fat above his hips, "How are you going to survive when he really starts riding you?"

He doesn't know. Hell, Hyunjin doesn't know how he's survived anything the two of you have done tonight. Every brush of your fingers, every heady look Jeongin has given him has pushed him closer and closer to insanity, and to the sureness that this must just be a crazy wet dream.

Hyunjin hopes he doesn't wake up.

He hopes this especially so when Jeongin finally does start to ride him, albeit slowly. He circles his hips carefully, a motion that has Hyunjin's cock stirring up his insides, before slowly raising himself up, until only the tip of Hyunjin's cock is inside of him. He clenches around the head of it, grinning when Hyunjin whimpers at the feeling, then drops down quickly.

This continues for a while - an endless bout of teasing, pleasurable torture, the slow glide up enough to keep Hyunjin from getting anywhere near the edge but still so tight that he was throbbing hard inside of Jeongin - until Hyunjin's crying again. Jeongin leans forward to lap at his tears, mixing them with his spit as his tongue swipes across Hyunjin's cheeks. It makes the angle of Hyunjin's cock inside of him change, which just makes Hyunjin sob harder. 

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but it hurts so good. Your hands slide up his side slowly, until they land on his chest, kneading the flesh there as Jeongin presses sloppy kisses to his cheeks instead now, still slowly riding him. Hyunjin's fingers twitch at his side, useless, caught between the desire to reach out and touch and the desire to be good.

He begs - whines and whimpers of your names mixed with "please" over and over and over - but he's not even sure what for. For more? For less? For the two of you to give him everything? For you to take it away? He's not sure, just sure that he's babbling and pleading, hiccuping little sobs torn out between sounds.

His voice gets louder when Jeongin finally gets bored of the slow ride, when playing with Hyunjin wasn't enough to satisfy the heat curling in his own belly. Hyunjin drools as he watches Jeongin's own cock bounce against his stomach, leaking and so big. Hyunjin clenches around nothing, cock twitching, at the idea of taking Jeongin inside of him. He's not even sure he could fit something like that inside of him, but he'd be damned if he didn't try if he was given the chance.

"Hey, I'm here too, you know," you say from behind him, snapping Hyunjin out of his fantasies, "Does it feel good? Is Jeonginnie making his hyung feel good?"

"Yeah, yeah, it feels good," Hyunjin slurs, words thick with arousal, "Innie's makin' me feel-hngh-feel so good. Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

Jeongin groans as Hyunjin babbles up at him tearily, mouth open as he moans between words. The room is so hot, the air thick with sweat and sex and need, and you can tell Jeongin's getting close. You open your mouth to say something-

Knock knock knock!

The sound is quickly followed by Jeongin's phone buzzing twice from the desk - the only people who can push through his do not disturb his hyungs and you - and you laugh lowly behind Hyunjin as Jeongin rolls his eyes, hips slowing down again. The knocking comes from the wall across the way from the bed, where you know Chan and Changbin's room is. Normally, no one is the wiser to what the two of you are getting up to, masters of sneaking around the others at this point (or being just quiet enough that they play the noises off as something else), but with one (1) Hwang Hyunjin pressed between the two of you, you have a new factor to worry about. 

You open your mouth to say something, to tell him to be good and quiet down, but Jeongin's faster and knows something you don't, having felt the way Hyunjin's cock jolted inside of him at the sound on the wall.

"You like that they can hear you, don't you, hyung?" he says, followed by his hips picking up speed again, "Like that Channie-hyung and Changbin-hyung know just how much of a slut you're being for us."

Another loud keen pulls out of Hyunjin's mouth, to which he slaps a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

"We can't have that," you tell him, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand back down to the sheets, "Sing for us, pretty boy. Put on a show for Channie and Binnie, we know you want to."

When Hyunjin lets out a wet little "no!" at your statement, Jeongin slows down again, grabbing Hyunjin's chin so he has to look up at him.

"Color, hyung?" Jeongin says, sitting fully still on Hyunjin's lap now as he studies his face.

From behind, you can see through his hair the way that the tips of Hyunjin's ears go bright red, and can feel the way he swallows thickly against you. He shivers and takes just a little too long to answer, so you press again.

"Baby, we can't continue if you don't give us your color," you tell him softly, the softest your voice has been with him in a while, "We need to know if you're uncomfortable. If you want to stop-"

"No, please!" Hyunjin blurts out, wide eyes looking up at Jeongin frantically, "I'm…I'm green, green, please don't stop!"

You can tell he's embarrassed by his answer by the way that Jeongin grins down at him, clearly amused by his answer. Hyunjin tries to shrink backwards, but you're there behind him, and there's nowhere for him to escape to. His face is flushed a brilliant scarlet, and his head has fallen backwards onto your shoulder so he can stare up at the ceiling at not at either of you. He's so embarrassed he thinks he could cry. He thinks he probably will.

"You have such a pretty voice on stage," you murmur softly, mouthing lightly at his neck, careful not to bite down or leave any marks, "Can you sing for us now?"

"And for the hyungs on the other side of the wall," Jeongin reminds him, hips finding an even faster pace than before that punches a few moans out of him, too, "Give them a show."

It's the last coherent thing he says before he starts to ride Hyunjin impossibly fast, aiming to pull the most obscene sounds he can out of the man. You would almost laugh at the concentration on Jeongin's face if Hyunjin wasn't absolutely losing it in your lap. Broken little moans, pitchy sounds that they can likely hear on the other side of the wall, wails that they certainly can. His hand flails outwards, needing something to ground him, and you grab his hand, lacing your fingers through his. The angle is awkward, but he squeezes you like a lifeline anyways, babbling a few "thank you"s to you before Jeongin rolls his hips just right and he loses his ability to form coherent words again.

He tilts his head, eyes hazy, and fixes you with a needy look. There's tear tracks staining his flushed cheeks, drool drying to his chin, and spit coating his lips like gloss. You don't know what he's asking for, can't tell, when the only sounds he can manage to get out are sobs and moans, and the sobbing gets louder as he looks up at you pleadingly.

"Kiss him," Jeongin demands, voice thin as he tries to steady it while he rides, "He's earned a reward, duh-don't you think-kuh!"

He mumbles out a little "shit" as he watches you do just as he asks, tilting your head down to meet Hyunjin's lips. It's messy, Hyunjin's mouth permanently open as Jeongin clenches around him, using Hyunjin for his own pleasure. It's all spit and clacking teeth and broad sweeps of the tongue, but you wouldn't have it any other way. You try to swallow some of his sounds, but even muffled by the press of your lips, Hyunjin is loud. There's no denying what's happening in here anymore, and you won't be able to look Chan or Changbin in the eye for the next few days after this, but it's worth it when you pull away and see your boyfriend, chest glistening with sweat, fucked out on his bandmate's cock.

You can tell Jeongin's trying to act unaffected, but it's written all over his face just how good it feels. His eyelids flutter every time he angles his hips down just right and presses Hyunjin's cock against his prostate, and his cock is leaking so much that there's a puddle of precum forming on Hyunjin's stomach, dripping down onto the sheets. His arms shake as he holds himself up, leaning back to get a better angle. He's chasing his own pleasure now, pent up from being denied his second orgasm for so long, silver bangs glued to his forehead with sweat and lip bitten raw from trying to hold back the sounds that threaten to spill out of his mouth. 

"I-I'm going to-hngh-gonna come on this fucking cock, and w-when I do, you can-ahn!-you can cuh-come," Jeongin grits out, words hard when your prostate is being nailed with every thrust, "G-got it, slut?"

"Got it got it, I got it," Hyunjin says, eyes rolled back into his head as Jeongin focuses on making himself come, "Thank you Innie-yah, thank you, feels so good, feels so-"

He cries out and loses track of his sentence, too far gone to care to try and remember what he was trying to say. You wonder if he even knew he was speaking at all, so fucked out that you think this second orgasm really might kill him like he said it would.

"Yeah? You gonna fill him up?" you say, locking eyes with Jeongin as you speak, "Make him nice and full, fill up your dongsaeng until it takes? Until it's leaking out of him?"

Both of them moan in unison at that, Jeongin trying to glare at you for riling him up further, but a glare doesn't quite land when you're moaning from the cock in your ass and frantically chasing your orgasm. You can tell they're both close, and you open your mouth to tease further, but-

Knock knock knock!

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Two things happen at once - Jeongin's back arches and he comes all over Hyunjin, covering his chest and stomach with his release, and Hyunjin screams, the loudest sound he's made all night.

"Call out for them as you come," you say, knowing Jeongin gets overstimulated fast and Hyunjin needs to come now, "Call out for your hyungs as you come."

Hyunjin cries out your name in surprise, wide eyes straining to blink up at you, but your hand finds his throat again - no pressure, just there - and he has no choice but to follow your orders.

"Channie-hyung, Bin-hyung, hyung hyung hyung-"

And then he's coming too, hips finally bucking off the bed once, twice, as he fills Jeongin up. Both you and Jeongin watch him with gaping mouths as he arches and comes. It feels like you've got an angel pinned between you, Hyunjin looking ethereal under the low lights with his kiss-swollen lips parted and his eyes rolled back into his head. 

Once he rides out his high he fully collapses back into you, taking deep, heaving breaths through his mouth. Jeongin slides off of his cock carefully, both of them hissing from sensitivity, and you snort as Jeongin wobbles off to the bathroom on unsteady legs. He flips you off over his shoulder, ears pink, and you just giggle into Hyunjin's hair.

"What's so funny?" Hyunjin slurs, clearly still out of it, head finding your shoulder again so he can peer at you through hazy eyes.

"Nothing, baby," you coo, pressing a kiss to Hyunjin's forehead, "How are you feeling?"

He thinks for a moment, blinking up at you emptily, then hums, "Good. 'nd tired. Don't wan' to ever move again."

You laugh at that, nodding, "Me neither, baby. We can let Jeongin do all the work, hmm?"

Jeongin comes back in with a damp washcloth as you say that, rolling his eyes, "I was the one with a cock in my ass a few seconds ago, but whatever. That's fine, make me do all the work."

He wipes Hyunjin off carefully, reverently, gently scrubbing at the remains of your dried release that still clings to his face. Hyunjin makes a sleepy, content sound once he's clean, and once Jeongin wipes himself off, you motion for him to switch places with you.

"I need to clean off, too," you murmur and Jeongin nods, a sleepiness settling in his bones now, too, "He can stay tonight, but we'll have to wake up early then."

"Hyung already knows what we were up to," Jeongin whines, but concedes anyways, "...I'll set an alarm."

"Set three, you and Hyunjin are both snoozers," you call over your shoulder, and he grumbles, settling onto the bed with Hyunjin and his phone in his hand, "Or maybe five. Thanks, jagiya!"

You catch a glance of yourself in the bathroom mirror and a very dishevelled you blinks back. There's an imprint of teeth on your shoulder that are already blooming a brilliant red, and marks littered across your body that are varying shades of purples and reds. You press into the one over your pulse point and hiss quietly. That one will certainly not be easy to cover, and you're sure the two of you are going to get a lot of shit tomorrow from the rest of the band. Usually, Jeongin keeps it below the collar ("so the hyungs don't think I'm a slut", in his words), but you think that having Hyunjin here tonight made him just a little more feral.

You wash your face and brush your teeth, stretching as you stroll back into the room. 

You smile softly at the sight in front of you - Hyunjin, curled into Jeongin's chest, fast asleep. A glance up at your boyfriend's face shows that he's already conked out too, mouth open and head tilted back. You press a kiss to his forehead and click off the lamp, slipping into the sheets with them. You'll worry about how awkward things are going to be in the morning. For now, you let the sweet lull of sleep overtake you, too, curled up next to your boyfriend and his bandmate. You fall asleep to the quiet sounds of their snoring, echoing in the little hotel room.

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Too bad cause all he can manage past his lips is a whiny, “Fuuuckkk…” while thick ropes of cum spill over your hand and decorate his abs.

It’s number two out of…well let’s say until he starts shooting blanks.

“Feels good, Binnie?”

“Uh huh.” He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels your tongue on his skin, no doubt licking up the mess he’s made. “I- fuck..”

You grin as he shudders under your tongue, every lick and kiss met with a flinch. “Don’t tap out on me yet. You haven’t even fucked me.”

His head lifts as you climb on top of him, straddling his lap with a sneaky smile. “I don’t think I can.” He admits and it’s not often he does.

“Your dick thinks otherwise.”

You make your point when you drag your wetness up his length and slip it in with practiced ease.

The sound that leaves him is one for the books as you watch his eyes roll back and his fists clench at his sides.

You rest your forehead on his with a hum as you lift your hips, clenching your pussy around him while his length drags out of you and smacks his belly.

“Please..”

It’s so quiet you nearly miss it but if the needy thrust of his hips were anything to go by, you could have sworn you heard him say,

“Please..put it b-back in..”

“Ohh, baby. You ask so nicely. I thought you said you couldn’t do it? Hm?” You wait for his explanation as you maneuver his length back into you.

“I-I know I said that but I need you to-“ He chokes on his words when you shift your hips down.

“You need me to what, Binnie?” You kiss his cheek. “Need me to keep making you cum?”

“Yes! Yes please!” He pants, as you adjust your position, bringing your knees up and leaning back to brace your hands on his thighs

From there you can ride the hell out of him with his rigid length held hostage in your walls as his voice starts to crack with every moan he lets out.

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before he’s cumming again without much warning. All he’s knows is there are stars in his vision and tears brimming his eyes.

His load leaks out as you keep fucking yourself on top of him, barely letting him come down from the clouds before you’re coaxing him towards another one.

You watch a tear slide down his cheek as his lip juts out in a pout, silently pleading you to let him have a break.

But every time you think about stopping and letting him breathe, the image of him coming through the door in that fuck ass tank top and low hanging grey sweats flashes across your mind and you clench around him.

“Okay! Okay! Fuck, baby please!” He cries, like actually cries.

His tears are never ending and his throat feels raw. “Please please please…” He pleads, lip trembling as he feels that pressure in his abdomen again.

His hands are shaking as he grips the sheets beside him and god he is just so…

“Pathetic. You can’t give me another one?”

He shakes his head so hard you think it’ll fall off.

“I-I can’t- fuck it hurts!”

“That’s too bad, Binnie. I’m so close and I can feel you twitching inside me so I know you are too. You don’t want to cum with me?”

You don’t need the answer, not when he forces his hands off the sheets and onto your waist, guiding you up and down no matter how much it hurt.

“That’s my boy! It’s right there.” You bring a hand to your clit, rubbing the bud just enough to feel that pressure release and leave you breathless.

Changbin follows hopelessly, his muscles flexing as he fills you again, his fingers digging into your skin as he whines.

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you hadn't talked to felix since the conclusion of your project together. not for lack of trying on his part, but by design on yours. truthfully, the little moment of domestic bliss you'd shared with him and the rest of the boys had been enough to make you dream of something you didn't dare speak out loud. besides, it was your final year and if you hoped to actually graduate on time, you didn't have any space to spend on wishing and wanting.

so you started coming to class a few minutes late. ignoring the way felix had initially looked around for you and ignoring the sting when he stopped. you looked up the boxing instructors ahead of time and strategically took the classes luca taught instead of changbin. and when jisung caught your eye across the quad, you were suddenly very interested in something under your nail.

it'd been a month of near misses with 8 of the most gorgeous men the campus had to offer, and still a semester and a half till graduation remained. but no matter, you could do this.

"___?"

fuck, you'd forgotten you and bangchan were not all that far in age. if you had gotten an email calling all intended graduates to a meeting then he had too.

so apparently much matter, and you could not do this.

closing your eyes, you said every curse word you knew in your head at once, and then tilted your head left towards the voice as casually as you could manage. "hey chris. how are you?"

his smile was warm, if a little apprehensive, as if picking up on your discomfort. "i'm good. i..do you mind if i sit here?"

"no, of course not." and despite all your avoidance antics, you meant it.

bangchan sat down. aside from the rustling of his bag and him getting situated, there was silence between you. you decided to get really intrigued by rereading the email the dean had sent yesterday imploring you all to show up, and bangchan watched you with an amused smile.

"so you have been avoiding me."

your fingers tightened around your phone. "w-what? no i-"

"well not me specifically but us," you looked over to find bangchan was already intently looking at you. "all of us."

"that's not-"

"and not subtly either." suddenly minho's voice came from the other side of you as he dropped into the empty seat. right, he was graduating too.

you looked back and forth between the two of them. one was amused, one was smug, both entirely too fine for 9am. you'd had dreams like this..you shook your head to clear the thought, you had no time to run back to your apartment to change panties. you took a deep breath, you could feel both sets of eyes on you. just watching, just waiting.

finally you sighed and looked at bangchan. "okay yes, i have been."

"care to share why?"

you turned to minho to answer his question, "just, i mean.." your voice trailed off and you found yourself blinking. what exactly were you supposed to say? oh nothing just i want you all so bad that i have to avoid you because the only other option is moving in and never looking back. as fucking if.

"yeah actually you could've said that." bangchan shrugged.

"excuse me?"

"you said your inside thoughts outside love," minho smirked as your jaw dropped. "it's cool though, i'm told i sleep talk."

your face was redder than the shirt of your dean as he stepped up to the podium. you'd never been more grateful to see dean jenkins than in that moment. you pointedly paid attention as he called the auditorium to order and ignored the snickers of bangchan and minho beside you.

the entirety of the fortyfive minutes you were hyperaware of the two men you were sandwiched between. bangchan's arm had commandeered the armrest between you, and there was no where else for his johnny bravo shoulders to go but against yours. and fifteen minutes into the meeting your right leg had started to bounce in that anxious way it sometimes did, and minho had pressed his left thigh into yours. it stopped your fidgeting, but he hadn't moved away since.

you were gonna have to make time to go back to your apartment.

the dean finished his presentation and called for an open forum. so while a few of your fellow grad hopefuls moved closer to the dean to ask their questions, you tried to think about the best way to escape, and also what wigs you could wear to conceal your identity for the rest of the year. something other than a big rainbow afro of course, because with your earlier freudian slip you were clearly already playing the part of bozo the clown.

inside thoughts outside, fucking hell man.

lucky for you one of minho's taekwondo student's tapped on his shoulder to ask a question, and bangchan's 4x4 teammate loudly yelled something about practice that caught his attention. just call you 2005 emo punk band boys like girls because that was all you needed to make your great escape.

you were home free. feet rushing up the stairs and towards the exit, hands pushing open the double doors, and the sun was hitting your fa—where the fuck the sun go?

your face was smushed against bangchan's chest. apparently it was sunny with a chance of chris tiddies. Jesus no wonder your track team had the top record in the nation where the hell did he come even from?

"whoa there." bangchan chuckled, hands on your arms to help steady you. "you okay?"

you pulled your hands away from his pecs as soon as you had your bearings. "yeah all good i-"

"you sure?" minho was behind you, and you'd just backed into him. his hands finding your waist to keep you from tumbling.

"are you guys vampires or something? how are you so fucking fast?"

they both snorted.

bangchan leaned closer, "this is the skin of a sprinter bella." you would've laughed if the feel of his minty breath wasn't paralyzing you.

"now what was that about you avoiding us because you're in love with us?" minho asked. the pair stood shoulder to shoulder in front of you now, arms crossed.

"i never said i was in love." you retorted quickly.

"no just that you wanna cohabitate because we're incredibly fuckable." minho smirked.

you rolled your eyes even as your face grew warm. "please spare me, you all know how attractive you are."

"and do you?"

you looked at bangchan, "what?"

"do you know how attractive you are?" bangchan dropped his arms and stepped closer. "and smart. and kind. and sort of all any of us can think about lately."

your eyes widened a bit. "chris-"

minho stepped forward too, "i told you that day the seat next to me was for you. and i've been waiting months for you to fill it." he reached a hand out to push a strand of tight coils behind your ear. "i don't wanna wait anymore jagiya, none of us do."

your mouth opened and then closed it, your brows creasing as you tried to understand what the two of them were saying. "are you asking me on a date...all 8 of you?"

"that's the very least of what we're asking noona." bangchan smiled a bit. "but a date is good to start."

you bit the inside of your cheek, "i'm not sure-"

"you don't have to be. for now, let us be sure enough you." minho interjected. "it's just dinner. just say yes to dinner."

you looked between the both of them. as much as you had dreamt about it, you were skeptical to say the least. you wondered how many girls had been the ninth for "just dinner." what number ninth were you? how many would come after you? did you have a right to care? maybe you should just enjoy the proverbial and potentially literal ride.

"dinner, a dinner date, tonight, the nine of us?"

bangchan's eyes sparkled like he was holding back a laugh, but he just nodded sweetly. "the nine of us, tonight, a dinner date, dinner."

you huffed a laugh at that and minho's lips upturned crookedly at the sound. you were so pretty when you were flustered, he could only imagine how much more when you were getting fu-

"okay," you breathed. "it's a date."

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