#kunyang

“Are you sleeping already?” Yangyang asked in a whisper as he entered the room, his face breaking into a bright smile when Ten looked up from his phone. 

“Of course not, how could I sleep when you were so needy?” Ten laughed, patting the bed next to him, smiling sweetly at the way Yangyang ran to him, nearly jumping on the bed next to him before wrapping his arms around his waist.

“I wasn’t being needy,” Yangyang said unconvincingly, burying his face in the crook of Ten’s neck, leaving small, soft kisses. 

“You weren’t? Then should we just go to bed?”

“No!” Yangyang exclaimed, looking up at Ten with wide eyes, subconsciously tightening his hold on him, his fingers gripping onto his shirt. “Maybe I’m a little needy,” he finally admitted, lowering his head again. 

“Is that so? Do you want to be a good boy for me?” Ten purred, playing with the small hairs at the nape of Yangyang’s neck.

Yangyang’s head shot back up again in interest at the tone of Ten’s voice. It’s the same tone he always used when he was about to play with him, tease him to hell and back before finally giving him what he wanted - most times. With stars in his eyes, Yangyang sat up, nodding quickly, searching Ten’s face for any sign he was lying. 

“Everyone worked so hard today…” Ten said, voice sickly sweet as he tucked a piece of hair behind Yangyang’s ear, “right?”

“Y-yeah?” Yangyang replied, the confusion clear in his eyes. What was Ten getting at? Oh - could he - could he be suggesting…?

“They deserve a good boy to take care of them, don’t you think?” Ten cooed, hand carding through Yangyang’s soft hair. 

Oh, if Yangyang wasn’t blushing before, he sure was now. They must have planned this before and Yangyang would be lying if he said the idea of Ten and the others planning this behind his back didn’t make hot pleasure burn in his stomach. 

“I asked you a question, baby,” Ten asked, a little firmer and a little less sweetly than before, softly pulling on the strands of Yangyang’s hair, not strong enough to hurt him, just enough to get his attention, his smile turning sweet again when Yangyang nodded. “Good boy, go on…go make your gēs feel good…”

Yangyang nodded on more time, hesitating for a second before deciding to just go for it and peck Ten’s lips. He got up from the bed and was about to leave the room when Ten’s voice stopped him.

“Wait, one more thing,” Ten said, lips quirking up in an almost predatory expression, “only I can make you cum”.

“But - but Ten, there’s three of them, I can’t - I can’t just -“

“You can, and you will,” Ten simply replied, interrupting Yangyang’s whine as he got up before rummaging through his bag, “if you cum with any of them there will be punishment,” he continued nonchalantly as he pulled out a plug before turning back to Yangyang and handing it to him, “and not the kind you like”.

“What’s this for?” 

“I want you to come back to me all filled up,” Ten explained, holding onto Yangyang’s arms and turning him around towards the door, “if you’re a good boy for me, I’ll give you a very nice reward, now go on, go…”, he said, giving him a soft push.

“Kiss first?” Yangyang asked as he turned around, trying to keep Ten from pushing him to the door. 

Ten just laughed at the cute look on Yangyang’s face. He always looked so sweet when he asked for kisses, with big shy eyes and rosy cheeks. It was way too adorable for Ten to say no to so he leaned forward, pushing his lips against Yangyang’s, hands landing on his hips and pulling his body closer. Yangyang moaned softly into his mouth as they kissed, his own arms wrapping around Ten’s neck. Ten had to use all his willpower to pull away, always ready to get lost in Yangyang’s sweet kisses. 

“Go,” Ten said with a laugh, finally pushing Yangyang out of the door. 

—

“Can I come in?” Yangyang asked as he pushed Kun’s door open, not really waiting for an answer before entering and closing the door behind him. 

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Kun asked, feigning ignorance as he watched Yangyang climb on his bed after placing something on the bedside table. Oh. A plug. Leave it to Ten to always come up with these sorts of ideas.

“You know what I’m doing here,” Yangyang replied with a roll of his eyes, turning around on his stomach before blinking all pretty at him, his lips opening in a gummy smile as he shook his cute ass. God, Kun could never stop staring at him. They were so lucky Ten seemed to get off on sharing him with them - Kun wouldn’t be able to. 

“Oh, that? Right…are you starting with me?” he tried to once again sound nonchalant, if it wasn’t for the way his cock was stirring in interest.

“Well,” Yangyang said slowly as he crawled closer to Kun before finally climbing on top of him, straddling his hips, “I was afraid you would fall asleep if I made you wait…old people go to bed early, right?”

Kun watched in disbelief as Yangyang had the nerve to bat his eyelashes at him from above. Fucking brat. He and Ten clearly deserved each other. Without another word he grabbed onto Yangyang’s flimsy shirt and pulled him down into a rough kiss, shoving his tongue into his mouth before he could even realize he was being kissed.

Yangyang moaned as Kun bit his bottom lip, one hand tangled in his hair while the other roughly held onto his waist. Kun was always so easy to play with, so quick to get frustrated and throw him over the bed and put him in his place - and Yangyang could never get enough of it. 

“I’ll show you old,” Kun muttered against his lips before flipping them around, pleased at the way Yangyang squeaked at the change in position. Before he even knew his arms were pinned above his head by one of Kun’s large hands on his wrists as his sleep shorts were being yanked down.

“Don’t rip them, I have to go out in the hallway after,” Yangyang said with a soft moan, eyes fluttering closed as he lifted his hips, trying to help Kun. 

“Maybe you should walk around naked, it would serve you right,” Kun grumbled, still slowing his movements, finally managing to pull Yangyang’s shorts down enough that Yangyang could use his legs to slide them the rest of the way down. 

“Are you calling me a slut?” Yangyang said, only half joking, cheeks tinted pink as his eyes followed Kun attentively. Say yes. Say yes. Kun could be so rough with him, manhandling him and spanking him when he acted out but that was the one thing he never seemed to get out of him. And fuck, he needed it. Maybe because none of the others had the same reservations as Kun; Ten alone had made him cum enough times with only a foot on his cock and mean words on his tongue for Yangyang to know he would always have someone to indulge him when he needed to be degraded - but not Kun. 

Kun didn’t reply. He simply leaned down to press their lips together again, kissing him over and over again until he could no longer remember what he had asked him. 

“Do I need to prep you?” Kun asked when he finally pulled away, starting to climb off of Yangyang before he stopped him.

“No, I did it in the shower, there’s lube in my shorts’ pocket,” Yangyang replied, pointing at his black shorts at the end of the bed with his foot. 

Yangyang sat up as Kun rummaged through his pockets, one hand sliding down his body to where his cock was already half hard. He kept his eyes on Kun’s back, flexing with each movement as he tugged on his cock, bringing it to full hardness just as Kun turned around, victoriously holding onto the small packet of lube. 

“Starting without me?” 

“If you were faster I wouldn’t have needed it,” Yangyang replied with a quick shrug. He could hear how much of a brat he was being but he couldn’t stop himself from pushing all of Kun’s buttons. He couldn’t stop the pleased smile from appearing in his face as Kun flipped him around so he was on his stomach, a soft moan leaving his lips when he pulled him up by the hips, pushing his legs open with his knees.

A couple of seconds passed where Yangyang didn’t know what was happening until he heard the wet sound of lube on skin. He spread his legs even more, pushing his ass up, anxiously waiting for Kun to get on with it and push it in. And then there was a thumb at his entrance, spreading lube around his rim before pushing inside. He whined in complaint, pushing his ass further up. He needed Kun’s cock. 

“So needy,” Kun teasingly scolded as he leaned down, covering Yangyang’s body with his own, his cock right at his entrance, “are you this much of a desperate slut for everyone’s cock?” 

Yangyang barely had the time to gasp at Kun’s words before he was pushing inside him in one swift motion pulling a deep moan from him. 

“Thank you,” Yangyang cried out in between moans as Kun picked up the pace, thrusting deeply into him, “thank you, thank you, thank you”, he kept repeating, almost like a mantra. He wanted nothing more than to hear it again but he didn’t want to push his luck. He let Kun hold him up by the hips as he continued thrusting in and out of his tight hole, wrecked sobs leaving his mouth. It felt so so good. 

“Yeah? Do you like it?” Kun said with a groan, the sound of his harsh breaths mixing with the sound of skin hitting skin. “I asked you a question,” he continued when the only reply he received from Yangyang was a deep moan, slapping his ass once to get his attention.

“I love it, please, please don’t stop,” Yangyang cried out, hands fisting the bed sheets beneath him, ass clenching around Kun, causing him to let out a deep groan. It was ridiculous how tight Yangyang always was considering how much he got passed around the dorms but Kun wasn’t about to complain. He knew it wouldn’t take him long to cum, Yangyang’s delicious heat tightening around him in the best way possible. 

“So close,” Yangyang sobbed, one hand flying to his leaking cock. 

“No,” said Kun, pulling his hand away before laying fully on top of Yangyang, his chest covering his back, his arms covering his, his hands holding onto Yangyang’s small wrists, his thighs and legs on top of Yangyang’s, trapping him underneath him, “you can’t cum, remember?” 

Fuck. Yangyang could feel tears welling in his eyes as Kun held him down, fucking him at a brutal pace. The friction of the bed sheets on his cock felt way too good and he didn’t know how or even if he could hold it. 

“Oh? The little slut is crying because he can’t cum?” Kun taunted, strain clear in his voice, his pace faltering as Yangyang clenched around him, trying to squirm underneath him but unable to move under Kun’s weight. “Yeah, that’s it, just a little more - fuck, you’re so tight.”

Yangyang could feel his whole body contract in effort to keep his orgasm away, desperate moans falling from his lips as salty tears gathered in the corners of his mouth. He couldn’t cum - he couldn’t. He didn’t want Ten’s punishment, he wanted his reward today. 

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kun groaned in Yangyang’s ear as he spilled inside him, his cum painting his walls white. With a kiss to the nape of Yangyang’s neck, Kun slowly pulled out, reaching out for the plug on the bedside table and replacing himself with it, barely giving Yangyang time to whine at the emptiness before he was full again. “Did you cum?” he asked as he carefully climbed off of Yangyang, gently helping him turn him around.

“Almost,” Yangyang said in between quiet sobs, eyes dropping closed as he cursed Ten in his mind. 

“You did so well,” Kun replied, chuckling at Yangyang’s cute pout before kissing his forehead, “now go on, you still have Hendery and Xiaojun waiting for you…”

With a disgruntled whine, Yangyang sat up, wincing at the plug pushing into his prostate as he looked around for his shorts. Finally dressed, his shorts tenting around his crotch in a very suspicious way, he quickly left the suite, walking the distance to the next suite, praying no one would show up on the corridor and see him like this. He frantically knocked on the door, panic rising in his throat at any passing second. Fuck, he should have brought his phone. 

“Do you want to wake up everyone on this floor with your pounding?” Xiaojun asked with an annoyed tone as he opened the door before making room for Yangyang. 

“How would you react if you were standing rock hard in the hallway and no one was opening the door?” 

Xiaojun’s eyes immediately fell to the tent in Yangyang’s shorts, his lips opening in an almost feral smile as he pulled him by the hand into the suite he shares with Hendery and then all the way to his bedroom. Yangyang let himself be manhandled down on the bed, his shorts once again forcefully removed as Xiaojun climbed on top of him before slotting their lips together. 

“Top or bottom?” Xiaojun asked, circling his hips around, Yangyang’s hard cock nestled in between his cheeks. 

“You choose, I’m here to make you feel good,” Yangyang replied, cheeks dusted in pink.

“In that case…I want to be inside you,” Xiaojun whispered against Yangyang’s lips before kissing him again, rubbing his own cock against Yangyang’s toned stomach, “but you have to do all the work”. He flipped them around so he was on his back on the bed before quickly removing his bottoms, “go on, get me ready,” he said as he put his arms behind his head, making himself comfortable against the pillows. He watched with hungry eyes as Yangyang spit in his own hand before wrapping it around his cock, easily sliding up and down the shaft. 

“Can - can I kiss you?” Yangyang asked shyly, his hand starting to move faster on Xiaojun’s hardening cock. 

“Yeah, of course, come here,” Xiaojun replied, pulling Yangyang down by his shirt into a hungry kiss as he fucked Yangyang’s fist, the slide getting easier and easier the more precum dripping down his shaft. He could never get tired of kissing Yangyang. He missed the days before the dorm change and before Tenyang became a thing where he, Yangyang and Hendery would spend hours making out, sharing kiss after kiss, getting messier and handsier as the hours passed. They still did it every now and then - he and Hendery still did it a lot - but it just wasn’t the same thing; he would never admit it out loud but he missed him - a lot. 

Xiaojun groaned in complaint when Yangyang pulled away from the kiss, trying to keep him from moving by tightening his hold on his shirt. 

“Let me get some lube,” Yangyang said in between pecks to Xiaojun’s lips, “I want you inside me…”

Those seemed to be the magic words. Xiaojun immediately let go of him, watching with heavy lidded eyes and kiss swollen lips as Yangyang rummaged around his shorts for some lube, his eyes catching on something between his cheeks.

“Are you - are you wearing a plug?”

“Ten wants you all to cum inside me…does it look pretty?” Yangyang said, jokingly shaking his ass for Xiaojun as his fingers closed around another packet.

“Fuck - fuck that’s so…get back here,” Xiaojun breathed out, sitting up just enough to pull on Yangyang’s shirt, causing him to come falling down on top of him. He grabbed the lube from Yangyang’s hands, tearing the packet with his teeth before lubing himself up, eyes trained on Yangyang slowly pulling the plug out, face contorting into a quick wince before going back to normal, “sit down, fuck yourself on my cock”.

Yangyang swore under his breath as he climbed on top of Xiaojun, quickly so Kun’s cum wouldn’t start dripping and started sinking down on Xiaojun’s hard cock. He didn’t waste any time starting to move once he bottomed out, soft moans falling from his lips mixing with Xiaojun’s. 

“Fuck you’re so wet,” Xiaojun whispered before pulling on Yangyang’s shirt once again, connecting their lips. 

Yangyang really was giving it his all, clenching around Xiaojun as he fucked himself, hands sliding under his shirt, nails sinking into the soft skin. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning into Xiaojun’s mouth when his cock brushed against his prostate, sending flickers of pleasure up his spine. 

“Show me how pretty you are,” Xiaojun panted against Yangyang’s lips as he squeezed his waist. He watched as Yangyang sat up, leaning back as he held himself up on Xiaojun’s thighs, head thrown back as he bounced on his cock, his own leaving a puddle of precum on Xiaojun’s stomach. “That’s it, so beautiful like this…” 

Yangyang preened at the comment, a bead of sweat dripping down his back as he did his best to be good for Xiaojun. He let out a loud moan when he felt Xiaojun’s hand on his cock, his pace faltering slightly as his gut twisted with pleasure. He could feel his orgasm starting to form and then it hit him. 

“Wait, wait,” Yangyang said, grabbing onto Xiaojun’s wrist, only for his hand to be slapped away.

“Want you to cum on my cock,” Xiaojun rasped, tightening his hold on Yangyang’s cock, fucking up into his wet heat. He was so fucking close already and he just wanted Yangyang to feel good too.

“Can’t, please,” Yangyang whimpered, once again trying to grab onto Xiaojun’s wrist, new tears threatening to fall, “Ten will punish me if I cum, please Junjun”.

Xiaojun’s gaze softened at the pet name, letting go of Yangyang’s cock like he had asked, twisting his hand until he was able to intertwine his fingers with Yangyang’s, his other hand petting his thigh. “Shh, shh, okay, okay…you’re being so good, you don’t deserve punishment,” he whispered as he pulled him down by the hand into a gentle kiss. His breath got caught in his throat when Yangyang, once again, slid his warm hands under his shirt, all the way up to his chest, the pads of his fingers brushing against Xiaojun’s hardened nipples. 

“Good?” was all Yangyang asked, breathing heavily as he circled his hips, clenching around Xiaojun’s hard cock. 

“Fuck, so good…don’t stop….” 

Xiaojun tried pulling Yangyang into another kiss, but his mouth didn’t seem to be working properly, both of them ending up simply panting into each other’s mouth. Without any warning, Xiaojun pulled Yangyang down by his hips, bucking up his own as far as they could possibly go and came with a deep groan. He rode out his orgasm, fucking into Yangyang’s tight hole as he whimpered in his ear, trying his best not to cum. 

“Come here,” Xiaojun panted, pulling Yangyang into a kiss, “you did so good, you did so so good,” he said in between kisses before flipping them around, causing Yangyang to whine when Xiaojun’s softening cock brushed against his prostate, “shh, shh, I’m sorry, I know, I know,” he cooed, brushing Yangyang’s hair away from his forehead. 

Yangyang melted into the mattress as Xiaojun kissed him again, his cock so hard it was almost painful. God, he needed to cum.

“Xiaojun - Junjun, I need to cum,” Yangyang whined, grabbing onto Xiaojun’s arms, pulling him down fully on top of him and burying his head in the crook of Xiaojun’s neck. 

“I know, I know,” Xiaojun whispered as he pulled away, “but you have to hold it, Ten will make it up to you,” he continued, leaning down so he could kiss Yangyang’s forehead, his chest drowning in affection. He felt around for the plug before pulling out, quickly replacing his cock with it, cooing at the way Yangyang whined. 

After a few lazy kisses, Xiaojun got up, putting his bottoms back up before throwing Yangyang’s shorts at him, reminding him Hendery was waiting for him just next door. Yangyang debated with himself whether or not to put his shorts back on; on one hand he was going to be removing them the moment he set foot in Hendery’s room so it seemed like a waste of time to get redressed, but on the other hand he felt so awkward walking there half naked - even if only Xiaojun and Hendery had access to the suite. Eventually the fear of awkwardness won and Yangyang quickly put his clothes back on, wincing at the friction on his cock and left the room, nearly running next door without bothering to knock. 

“Is it my turn?” Hendery asked as he sat up in bed, a bright smile on his face as he scooted over to the side, patting the space next to him. 

Yangyang just nodded as he climbed on the bed, ignoring the spot next to Hendery and going straight for his lap, sitting sideways so he could lay his head on Hendery’s shoulder.

“Oh, you look miserable,” Hendery cooed, carding his fingers through Yangyang’s soft hair while he petted his thigh, so high up near his cock it had Yangyang trembling, “what rules did Ten give you?” 

“He gave me a plug so you can all cum inside me a -“

“You’re walking around with Kun and Xiaojun’s cum sloshing in your tummy?” Hendery joked as he pressed on Yangyang’s stomach until he whined, “you love to feel full, what’s the problem then?”

“Only Ten can make me cum…” Yangyang said with a whimper, grabbing onto Hendery’s wrist when his hand slid from his tummy to his cock, so impossibly hard inside his shorts it was actually painful. 

“Oh,” Hendery said softly as he removed his hand from Yangyang’s sensitive cock, “Yangyang, look at me…can you handle me fucking you?”

“Ten said I had to make you all feel good…and I really want to do it”

“That’s not what I asked…” Hendery said, for once his voice turning serious, “can you handle me fucking you without cumming?”

“No…I’m sorry,” Yangyang replied as he shook his head, lowering his eyes to his own lap. 

“Hey, look at me…thank you for being honest, you did so well…” Hendery said as he tilted Yangyang’s face up and pulled him into a kiss, “now…I love your tight, little hole, of course I do, but fuck am I in love with that cute mouth of yours…”

Yangyang felt himself blush as Hendery brushed along his lower lip with his fingertips, his words going straight to his dick, warm pleasure pooling in his tummy. 

“Are you going to be good and show me how good your mouth is?” Hendery whispered, pushing his fingers into Yangyang’s waiting mouth, smiling sweetly when he nodded, sucking on his fingers eagerly, “oh you are so good!” 

Yangyang relaxed his throat as Hendery pushed his fingers deeper into his mouth. He let his hands wander to Hendery’s chest as he ground down on his lap, moaning at the feeling of his cock hardening underneath him, pushing against the plug in his ass. 

“Take all your clothes off,” Hendery breathed out, the sight of Yangyang gagging on his fingers causing his cock to twitch inside his pajamas.

He quickly discarded of his pants and underwear, keeping his eyes locked on Yangyang as he slid off the bed, slowly pulling his shirt over his head before pulling his shorts down, whimpering when the soft material brushed on his cock. His eyes travelled from Yangyang’s pink cheeks to his rosy lips - fuck, they were going to be so red and swollen when Hendery was done with him - to his toned stomach all the way down to where his cock was hard and leaking, the head looking almost purplish. Poor thing. 

Yangyang watched as Hendery fluffed up his pillow before laying his back against it and, once again, patting the space next to him. He wasted no time getting in position, first sitting next to Hendery, turning towards him so they could kiss before pulling away, kissing down his neck, his eyes fluttering shut when he felt Hendery’s fingers tangling in his hair, pushing him further and further down. 

“Fuck, that’s it, just like that…” Hendery breathed out when Yangyang finally took him in his mouth, head slumped back against the headboard. 

Hendery could never get used to how good this felt. Yangyang’s mouth was always so wet and soft and warm, always so tight too as he took him down his throat, swallowing around him until he had to pull away to breathe. He let himself get lost in the pleasure, groaning every time Yangyang’s tongue brushed along his shaft or circled the head. As the pleasure kept growing, sending sparks up his spine, Hendery felt himself get more and more desperate, bucking up his hips into the wet, warm heat of Yangyang’s mouth, pleasure pooling in his stomach at the sound of Yangyang choking. At the back of his mind he wondered if he wasn’t perhaps being a little too rough, maybe hurting him with the way he was fisting his hair, grabbing onto him and moving him on his cock as he pleased but the way Yangyang was moaning around him, gripping the sheets underneath him, bucking his own hips against nothing, told him all he needed to know. 

Yangyang was probably as lost in pleasure as Hendery was. He loved this feeling. Loved having his mouth full, loved having his mouth used to bring others pleasure, almost as if his body wasn’t his own. He couldn’t control the moans stuck in his throat when he felt Hendery’s hand slide from where it was tangled in his hair all the way across his naked back until it reached the plug in his ass. There were tears dripping down his cheeks as Hendery started fiddling with the plug, pulling on it and pushing it back in, not enough that any of the cum would slip out but enough to have him keening, whimpering around Hendery’s cock. 

“Fuck, I’m so close…don’t stop…” Hendery breathed out, using his free hand to grab Yangyang by the hair again as he kept teasing him with the plug. 

God, Yangyang sounded so pretty choking on his cock, small sobs wrecking his chest as he did his best to relax his throat before swallowing around him. 

“Turn around,” Hendery said as he quickly pulled Yangyang away from his cock, holding onto the base to keep himself from cumming, long enough for Yangyang to turn around and get on all fours. 

In a haste, Hendery pulled out the plug, causing Yangyang to whine before pushing inside him, immediately letting go, shooting rope after rope of cum in his awaiting hole. He let himself fall forward, caging Yangyang’s body with his own, panting against his neck as he recovered from his climax. “You’re always so good to us, so good…” Hendery whispered, kissing Yangyang’s head, kissing his neck and his shoulders before pulling away, slowly pulling out of him and immediately plugging him back up.

Yangyang could barely think, tears soaking his cheeks as Hendery gently helped him lay down on his back, his cock somehow even harder than before, leaking uninterruptedly. He needed to cum so bad. 

“Yangyang…Yangyang, look at me, you were so good,” Hendery said, caressing Yangyang’s cheek as he pulled his trembling body to him. He wanted nothing more than to slide a hand down to his cock and take him out of his misery, making him cum all over his hand with a desperate sob but he knew Ten had other plans for him. Ten always made his rewards worth it all.

“Hen, I - I need, please I -“

“I know, I know…” Hendery cooed, slowly sitting up and bringing Yangyang up with, “let’s get you to Ten quickly, let me help you”.

Yangyang let Hendery put his clothes back on, whimpering when his shorts brushed against his hard cock, causing Hendery to shush him with kisses. He barely noticed Hendery pull him up by the hand and walk him towards the door of the suite, his feet moving on auto-pilot. He wanted Ten, it was all he could think about. Ten. Ten. Ten. 

With a quick kiss, Hendery pushed him out of the door. He made his way across the corridor, desperate to reach his suite, not even feeling embarrassed by the way his shorts were tenting on his crotch. Before he could even think of searching for his key (did he even have it?) or knocking on the door, Ten was in front of him, pulling him by the hand, a blinding smile on his face. His heart was beating so fast inside his chest, excited for what was to come as he let Ten lead him to his bedroom, his hand so warm and soft around Yangyang’s cold one. 

“Hendery texted me saying you might need some help getting back here,” Ten said as he pushed Yangyang down on the bed, voice soft and sweet and oh so loving before pushing their lips together. He took his time with the kiss, pouring all his love into it, smiling at how pliant Yangyang was being, letting him push his tongue into his mouth without too much of a fuss. “Were you a good boy like I asked?”

“Yes, I was good, I promise I - I was good,” Yangyang said, so quickly he stumbled over his own words as he stared up into Ten’s eyes. 

“Show me how good you were,” Ten said as he nuzzled Yangyang’s neck, peppering it in kisses as he went.

Yangyang clumsily took his shorts off before staring back up expectantly at Ten, his cock heavy between his legs, leaking a small puddle on his stomach. 

“Oh, my poor baby,” Ten cooed, brushing Yangyang’s cock with the pads of his fingers, smirking at the way he shivered under his touch, bucking his hips up, desperately searching for some friction, “look how hard you are, poor thing…must be so painful, isn’t it?” he continued, cupping Yangyang’s cheek with his free hand.

Yangyang just nodded, nuzzling into Ten’s hand, fresh new tears gathering in his lashes. He had already been needy at the beginning of the evening - no matter how much he tried to deny it - but being passed around the other members, having his body used for their pleasure without being able to give into his own had left him on the brink of despair. He let himself enjoy the softness of Ten’s touch, lips trembling as tears fell down his cheeks. 

“Sweet, little thing…was I too hard on you?” Ten asked softly, wiping the tears that wouldn’t stop falling down Yangyang’s damp cheeks, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Yangyang was always so lovely for him, always so good and obedient, would do whatever Ten asked him to without complaining too much. “Show me how full you are, get on all fours, baby”.

Yangyang quickly got in position, arching his back to give Ten better access, the metallic plug shining between his cheeks. 

“Hmm, let me see,” Ten purred as he slowly started pulling off the plug, smiling at the way Yangyang moaned at the feeling of the plug spreading his rim as it came off altogether. “Fuck, they filled you up so well…” Ten said as he watched their creamy release dripping from Yangyang’s puffy, used hole all the way down his thighs. 

With a smirk, Ten leaned down, licking a stripe up his thigh, cleaning up the cum dripping down, before reaching Yangyang’s hole. He tightly held onto his cheeks before diving between them, starting by licking around the rim before finally pushing his tongue in. 

“Oh, fuck, fuck - oh - oh my god,” Yangyang moaned, dropping down on his chest, cock twitching between his spread legs as Ten licked into him, cleaning him up from the other’s release, moaning as he did so, the vibrations on his rim driving Yangyang crazy. He felt almost feverish as Ten ate him out - something he didn’t do very often - his tongue reaching deep into his hole, brushing his walls, his prostate. 

“Does it feel good, baby?” Ten asked as he pulled away, massaging Yangyang’s ass cheeks, voice dripping in honey. 

“So good,” Yangyang nearly wailed, legs trembling as he tried his best to stay in position, “feels so fucking good, please - please Ten, I need you.”

Ten watched as Yangyang shivered underneath him, both from pleasure and the force of keeping himself up. That wouldn’t do. This was his reward for being such a good boy, he deserved to be as comfortable as possible.

“Shh, I’m here, I’m here, baby…lie down on your back, let me do all the work tonight,” Ten cooed, helping a very unstable Yangyang on his back, stopping for a moment to stare into his eyes - he was so fucking pretty - before kissing him slowly. 

Before Yangyang could even kiss back, Ten was moving away, kissing his way down Yangyang’s body, whispering praises as he went, showering in as much love and affection as he could. He got comfortable between Yangyang’s legs, throwing them over his shoulders, holding him down by the hips as he went back to licking and sucking on his rim before pushing his tongue back in, fucking it in and out of his hole until he was squirming in place. 

Yangyang couldn’t stop the moans tumbling from his lips, wanting to buck his hips up but unable to with Ten holding him down. He felt so good, his brain had tapped out for the night and all he could think about was Ten. Ten’s hands, Ten’s tongue, Ten’s cock.

“Fuck me, please fuck me, please, please,” Yangyang begged, tears streaming down his face when Ten had pulled back to go back to sucking on the rim.

“Is that what you want, baby? Want to cum on my cock?” 

Yangyang nodded desperately, pulling on Ten’s hands on his hips, trying to get him closer. He watched with hooded eyes as Ten took off his clothes, finally becoming very obvious how excited he too was for what they were doing. 

“So fucking pretty,” Ten whispered before slotting their lips together, spreading Yangyang’s legs further apart before grinding down on his crotch, causing both of their cocks to rub together. He pulled away from the kiss to look for the lube, laughing at how cute Yangyang looked trying to follow him with a whine on his lips, already puckered up and ready for another kiss. 

He did quick work of lubing himself up, not that Yangyang needed it too much, with how much cum and saliva was still inside him; still, he wanted this to feel extra good for him and Ten knew how much he liked it when it got a little messy. 

“Ready?” Ten asked as he lined himself up with Yangyang’s used hole, pushing in when he nodded. He went in without much resistance considering how ready he was, pulling a deep groan from the boy underneath him. He leaned down so they could kiss as he kept fucking him, pushing deep inside him, feeling him clench around him with each thrust. He pulled away from the kiss, cupping Yangyang’s cheeks to keep him from turning his head, staring down at the boy he loved so much with the softest smile on his lips.

With the most innocent look in his eyes, Yangyang took one of Ten’s hands, leading it to his mouth, licking his fingers softly.

“Do you need something in your mouth, baby?” Ten cooed, pushing his fingers further down before kissing Yangyang’s cheek, not once stopping thrusting into him as he moaned around his fingers, drool dripping down his chin. That’s how Ten liked him, mellow and tired - almost sleepy - as he continued fucking into him, slow and deliberate, feeding him his fingers to suck on. 

Yangyang’s mouth faltered for a second when Ten reached down, wrapping his fingers around his cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts, leaning down to pepper his face in kisses, loving the way he smiled up at him, even with his fingers in his mouth. He was perfect.

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby? Cum for me, be good one more time, I know you can be good…” 

With Ten’s explicit permission, Yangyang let go with a loud moan, arching his back as he came all over Ten’s hand, fucking his fist as he rode out his orgasm, only slightly aware of the praises being whispered in his ear. He whined in overstimulation as Ten kept fucking him, thrusting a few more times until he too reached his climax, shooting his release deep inside him. 

“ - so good, such a good boy for me, I’m so proud of you…”

Yangyang whined again when Ten pulled out, feeling cold and empty without him. With hooded, tired eyes he reached out for Ten, whimpering and mumbling about how he wanted to be full again, only stopping when Ten pushed the plug back inside him as he kept softly shushing him.

“Was that what you wanted?” Ten whispered as he hovered above him, brushing Yangyang’s sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

“Yes, thank you,” Yangyang managed to whisper back with a small nod, throwing his arms around Ten’s shoulders to pull him into a hug.