#seong yebin

"I can hardly move my hands now," Gaon complained, tugging at the rope to no avail. "Yebin, would you please untie me?!"

Yebin chuckled, patting Gaon's thigh. He scooted closer and pressed a long kiss to his forehead before fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "We should take this off, no?" He questioned, turning to Mujin.

The black-haired man smirked and nodded. He tugged at Gaon's pants while Yebin lifted his shirt. Gaon began to worry as he felt his clothes slipping off... Cold air hit his nipples while he whined and squirmed in place.

Mujin threw a leg over Gaon's waist, straddling him, while Yebin positioned himself beside the man's feet. Gaon knew that the two men who were now eyeing his body weren't going to go easy on him. He could expect an hour of grueling tickling, followed by an hour of, well, other things.

Yebin began to untie Gaon's shoelaces, slowly slipping each shoe off to reveal a pair of surprisingly large soles and two rows of wiggling toes. He didn't bother with taking off his socks. Instead, he carefully dragged his index finger from the top of his big toe, all the way down to the ball of his foot.

Gaon bit his lip, not yet giggling. As he went to shut his eyes, they were immediately shot open by the feeling of two hands harassing his ribcage. Mujin squeezed and scratched, not even giving Gaon a warning.

"Hey, heHEYAHA! MUHUJIN, GAHAH, FUHUCK!" Gaon yelped, scrunching his soles and squeezing his fists, trying anything to eradicate the ticklish sensations on his body.

He bucked his hips, trying to escape...only to turn Mujin on, causing him to grind his bottom down on his crotch. He could've sworn that he also felt those damned fingers squeeze his ribcage even harder than before. Both of these feelings, combined with Yebin's sneaky finger traveling up and down his sole, made him want to scream.

Yebin was now craving more laughter, more of a reaction from Gaon. One finger turned to two, then to three, and so on, until ten fingertips were effortlessly scritching across the lengths of his socked soles.

Gaon kicked his ankles as hard as he could, which wasn't that hard, but it still made Yebin snatch them into an armlock. He now used five fingers to scratch and wiggle across both of Gaon's poor feet.

"I cahan't tAHAke it! PleHEHEase, haHAHAVE MEHERCY!" The brunette begged, running out of body parts to struggle with. All he could do at this point was scream, curl his fingers, or bite his lip. Or, he could just lie there on the bed and take it, but Mujin's fingers were too rough for him to stay silent.

They explored his ribcage, crawling up and down each visible bone until his sides turned a bright pink. He wished to see the same color underneath his arms, which is where he next drilled his fingers.

"AGHAH- My Gohohod, wahaHAIT! NOHOT MY AHARMPIHITS!" Gaon shoved the back of his head back into the soft pillow beneath him, letting out a guttural laughter when he felt two strong thumbs assault both of his sensitive armpits. They massaged themselves in the shape of a circle, then a square, then whatever shape Mujin imagined would make Gaon scream.

Gaon could feel his brain turn to mush as all of these pesky fingers tickled his two most sensitive areas. It was becoming hard for him to stop scrunching up his soles, so Yebin took the liberty of snatching his left row of toes and holding them as far back as he could.

He didn't hesitate to claw his fingertips across the ball of Gaon's socked foot, aimlessly dragging up and down, up and down. Next was the arch of his foot, which Yebin deliberately yanked his socks off for. Now, his feet were bare, helpless, and ten times more ticklish than before.

"Mujin?" The white-haired man left his fingertips on the center of Gaon's foot, but didn't scratch. After a few months of knowing him, Yebin knew exactly how to break the man into pieces. It would take two people and twenty fingers fucking with his feet to break him completely.

"Whaddya...mmf, lie the hell down, Gaon...whaddya need?!" Mujin replied, continuing to dig a thumb into Gaon's armpit. Surprisingly, he now had to use one hand to hold his shoulder down.

"Help me tickle his feet," Yebin spoke as loud as he could to make sure Gaon knew what he was up to. "I know how flustered he gets when his soles are tickled...it'll be a sight to see."

Mujin wasted no time shoving Gaon down against the mattress as a warning to stay on the bed. He hopped off his waist and crawled to his feet, where he took one ankle into an armlock, alongside Yebin, who did the same.

His bare toes wiggled and scrunched in the air, but not for long. Mujin pinched his big toe and pulled it back before leaning down and placing a fat, sloppy kiss right beneath it. This was followed by an even sloppier raspberry, causing Gaon to shake and shout with alarming strength and volume... He seemed to be getting stronger by the minute, but it was unlikely that he'd stop them from what they were doing, even if he could.

Yebin took a different approach from Mujin. He continued to use his fingers, now picking up where he'd left off. Gaon's arch, the area that Yebin knew was horribly ticklish. He teased him, poking the center of his foot with a single finger.

He watched as Mujin started to lose focus of the task at hand...to tickle Gaon. For some reason, Mujin had his head leaned all the way down to the man's toes and was sucking them...? One by one, left to right, then the opposite...he bobbed his head slowly, passionately wrapping his lips around each toe as he sucked.

Gaon had stopped his uncontrollable laughter; he was now just giggling and moaning. Yebin caught sight of a tent growing in his pants...what a freak, he thought.

"Park Mujin...stop being such a horny animal and tickle him!" Yebin demanded. He was annoyed to see that Mujin was tuning him out using the sound of Gaon's moans and groans. They only increased in volume as Mujin began to lap his tongue between each toe, then down the arch, until he stopped to make out (or seemingly eat) with the ball of his foot.

Yebin took his annoyance out on poor Gaon, whose foot was now being roughly scratched by an angry set of fingers. He focused primarily on the man's arch, making sure to scratch every single inch of skin that he could touch before moving upward to the pad of his foot. Here, he slithered his fingers between all five of his toes; an unfortunate parallel to his other foot, which was being pleasured by Mujin's tongue sliding between all five toes.

"Mmm, gah, fuck...fuHUHUck! Wait...mmh, Mujin...Ye-YEHEBIN!" He first moaned, but now screamed with laughter. The sad thing about having his toes tickled was that he couldn't scrunch them, wiggle them, or spread them apart to help the feeling of ticklishness go away. If he did, Yebin would, as he was now, just snatch them and hold them back.

Mujin had completely lost the plot of the situation by this point. He finished making out with Gaon's sole and crawled back up to his waist, where he leaned down and stole his lips with a big, fat kiss. He forced his tongue into his mouth, catching Gaon off guard. He now had to manage making out with Mujin and laughing because of Yebin.

It was manageable, however, because Mujin was a very indecisive person when it came to Gaon. At the beginning, he wanted to destroy him using tickling. Then, he wanted to pleasure him through his feet...followed by his lips. Lastly, he'd moved to holding Gaon's forearm against the bed and lapping his entire tongue across the man's slightly sweaty armpit.

His tongue wiggled into the center of his armpit, causing Gaon to squeal and giggle. It didn't tickle as badly as Yebin's fingers clawing across his toes, but it was still effective in making him squirm.

Eventually, after what felt like an hour of toe-tickling, sole-scratching, and armpit-licking, Gaon had no energy left in his tank to struggle. He'd just lie there, taking whatever the two men decided to give him. He was lucky to find that Yebin, at least, was a merciful guy. A notification from his phone made him aware of the time...they had begun this at 2:45PM, and it was now...4:23PM.

"Mm..." He mumbled under his breath, still annoyed at Mujin for letting his urges get the best of him. This was supposed to be one hundred percent hell for Gaon. Not fifty perfect heaven. "Have you had enough?" He asked, turning to face the man whom he'd been destroying for around an hour and a half.

Gaon nodded, having a hard time speaking while Mujin was nestled underneath his arm. He occasionally switched armpits, not giving one more pleasure than the other.

Yebin sighed and patted Gaon's feet. He stood up, shaking his head at the sight before him. "Mujin," He spoke, but received no response. "Mujin!" Again, no response.

"I don't...m-mind. This..." Gaon mumbled, biting his lip. That same tent in his pants that Yebin had noticed when he was scratching his feet was still there.

"You...don't mind?" Yebin took a seat opposite to Mujin, who had provided no input for forever. "You wouldn't mind this?" He asked, leaning down to Gaon's free armpit.

Gaon bit his lip harder, bracing for whatever Yebin was going to do. He didn't expect him to do just as Mujin was. Now, two hungry tongues were lapping and wiggling inside the hollows of his armpits.

He couldn't complain, for this was much better than what he'd experienced before. Gaon got as comfortable as he could, shifting in place to help give his bulge more room to grow.

Yebin, who was more aware of his surroundings than Mujin, noticed the sudden shifting. He chuckled underneath Gaon's armpit and snaked his hand over his belly, then under his boxers.

"Mm, hey..." Gaon moaned, turning his head to face Yebin, who had stopped licking to watch him.

Yebin had a look on his face, as if he were looking for confirmation or approval. His hand slowly slithered closer and closer to Gaon's cock, which was now twitching with excitement.

Gaon took a deep breath and nodded, immediately having his shaft gripped by Yebin's hand. He began to jerk the man off slowly. This, paired with Mujin's never-ending kissing and licking under his arm, made him feel like he could cum immediately.

However, he held out for as long as he could to please Yebin, who had now continued his original task.

Another hour passed, and nobody had moved from where they were. Sure, Gaon had came thirty minutes ago, but Yebin kept on making out with his armpit and jerking him off. Mujin had slightly moved, resorting to lapping his tongue across his right nipple, but practically nothing had changed.

Gaon didn't necessarily want this to end. He knew that Mujin was frozen in place and wasn't going to stop until he himself wanted to, but Yebin had a bit more sense than that. If he wanted him to stop, he could just turn to the white-haired man and say so...

But, he didn't. Not for another forty-five minutes, that is. After a few moans and a few words to Yebin, Mujin was pulled off Gaon's nipple, and he was free. Yebin untied his wrists and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

The night had ended with some kissing...followed by a few rounds of fucking...and another hour of kissing, but in the end, the two Esper's made sure Gaon was taken care of. A hot bath to soothe his skin and four sexy arms wrapped around his neck and waist while he slept.