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Their looks are piercing through his skin, going straight through to his very core, and Jeongin is all too aware of his position, splayed out naked on the bed in front of them with his hands next to his face to keep him from giving in to the urge to hide behind them.
He pleadingly looks at Minho, who is kneeling on the mattress in between his legs, but he only earns a smug grin from him, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine and his legs naturally spread even wider.
“Not so smug now, are you?” Minho smirks, his head tilted to the side and brows cocked up.
“Acting all tough in front of everyone, thinking you can talk back to us like a freaking brat. The maknae on top .” He chuckles darkly with his eyes full of dangerous hunger. “But look at you now.”
He flicks his finger against Jeongin’s hard cock, licking his lips at the sight of it bouncing off his stomach.
Jeongin winces at the slap and rubs his face into his arm.
“Pathetic,” Hyunjin sneers and takes a step forward to lean over Minho’s shoulder. He runs one of his slender fingers across his hip, dipping down to circle his base and run up over his leaking cock.
“Even my finger is longer than what you call a dick. What are we supposed to even do with that, huh?”
His hand smacks down on Jeongin’s leg, and the younger whines loudly, tears stinging in his eyes from the sharp impact.
“Got nothing to say?”
Another smack to the inside of his thigh, his fingers curling into the bedsheet.
“Please,” he whimpers and throws his head back, just needing to be touched, desperate for even the slightest chance of some release.
“Please what? Are you too dumb to speak in complete sentences?”
Hyunjin’s thumb presses into the slit of his cock, making it pulse with want and need only to be smacked by Hyunjin’s flat hand, his hard cock bouncing back against his stomach.
“Please more,” he sobs, eyes falling shut as a single tear spills over his lashes, running down over his cheek.
There’s a dip in the mattress next to him, and a thumb brushing over his face, wiping off the tear.
“More what?” Hyunjin whispers and leans down to him, his face looming over Jeongin’s. He is so close that Jeongin can feel his hot breath on his skin and his nose rubbing against his.
“Just tell us what you want, and you’ll get it.” His lips brush against Jeongin’s with every word, leaving a buzzing tingle on them. Jeongin knows better, he should know better, but he can’t hold himself back and pushes his jaw forward, connecting their lips into a kiss. He can feel Hyunjin smiling against his mouth before he pulls back a few inches, just enough to glare down on him. “But maybe you don’t even deserve to get anything.”
Jeongin whines when Hyunjin pushes himself off the bed again, returning to his position behind Minho.
“No, please, I’ll be good,” Jeongin pleads, sitting himself up and clawing his hands into Minho’s waist. “Please, I promise.”
With a grin dripping with faux sympathy, Minho lowly hums before pushing Jeongin back onto the mattress.
“You better behave then.”
He brushes his fingers around Jeongin’s balls, squeezing and massaging them while Jeongin’s head falls back, eyes fluttering shut again. Breathy whines tumble from his lips and his hips buck up only to be pushed back down by one of Minho’s strong hands.
“Keep them still or I’ll stop touching you,” he warns, waiting for Jeongin to nod and prop his feet up on the mattress to ground himself a little. His fingers close around Jeongin’s cock and slowly start to stroke him, his grip firm and dry, but Jeongin loves the rough pumps, loves the harsh feeling of his skin becoming irritated and sore.
His mouth drops open as Minho picks up the pace, loud moans escaping his mouth and wafting through the room. He looks up at the other men through half-lidded eyes, silently begging for more.
“Oh look at him. I don’t think he’ll even last for two minutes,” Hyunjin chuckles and shakes his head in amusement. “What a useless little whore he is.”
“Don’t be so mean, Hyunnie,” Minho replies, one corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk. “He might surprise you and manage to last three.”
Their laughter and the way they talk about him like he’s only some sort of entertainment to them sends a wave of embarrassment over him, his neck tingling with a cold prickle while the heat steadily coils up in his stomach.
He loves when they treat him like this, acting like he’s just a useless toy. There’s nothing more exciting to him than Hyunjin calling him a pathetic slut with a hungry look in his eyes, or Minho rolling his eyes at him because he came too quickly again while Jeongin could clearly see the big bulge in his pants.
It’s a contradiction that never fails to make his head spin, and it always makes him crave even more of it.
But he also knows that as much as they love him, they won’t go easy on him, so he digs his fingers deeper into the sheets as a high-pitched whimper falls from his mouth and he desperately tries to keep his hips still.
“Not gonna come,” he pants.
Hyunjin snorts. “You sure about that?”
Minho picks up the cue and speeds up his pumps, the dry strokes slowly starting to become uncomfortable for Jeongin. They still have his eyes rolling back and a string of whimpers falling from his lips, though. The heat in his stomach steadily rises until he can feel the traitorous pulsing of his cock, and his hips involuntarily buck up.
As soon as his body moves off the mattress, Minho pulls his hand back, causing Jeongin to whine loudly in protest.
“I warned you,” Minho shrugs his shoulders while Hyunjin clicks his tongue.
“I’m sorry,” Jeongin whimpers, eyes brimming with tears from getting denied like that. His nearing orgasm ebbs away, but his cock stays painfully hard, precum leaking from the tip and pooling onto his stomach.
Hyunjin walks to the side of the bed and dips his index finger into the wet puddle before bringing it to Jeongin’s mouth, smearing it all over his lips and pushing inside to wipe his finger off on his tongue.
“Hmm, what does that taste like, huh?” He grabs Jeongin’s face by his jaw, fingers digging deep into his cheeks, and turns his head so he’s facing him. “Does it perhaps taste like a dumb slut who’s too stupid to follow simple orders?”
Jeongin tries to shake his head but he’s too restricted by Hyunjin’s hold.
“No…,” he sobs, his eyes wide and wet and pleadingly looking up at Hyunjin. “No, I’m sorry.”
His sobs turn into hiccups as the tears start to stream down his face, and Hyunjin continues to stare down at him.
“I- I’m r-r-re-really so-sorry.”
Hyunjin’s eyes soften immediately and he gently brushes his thumb across Jeongin’s cheek.
“What’s your color, baby?”
“G-g-green,” Jeongin stammers, but firmly returns Hyunjin’s gaze.
“Good. You think you can be a good whore for us now and do what you’re fucking told?”
Jeongin nods eagerly.
“Yes,” he sniffles. “I’ll be good.”
Hyunjin’s lips curl up into a smirk, eyes growing dark again. He brushes his hand through Jeongin’s hair and presses a gentle kiss to his temple.
“Perfect,” he hums and starts to lean back up when he is stopped by the sudden sound of the door opening.
“Hey, I’ve been trying to call you for at least an ho-...,” Chan rambles as he walks in, swallowing down the remainder of the sentence once his eyes fall on the scene in front of him, Jeongin nicely spread out on the bed and Minho and Hyunjin looming over him, heads turned back to face Chan.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. ” Hyunjin huffs and rolls his eyes, straightening himself up as he crosses his arms over in front of his chest. “You’re late.”
Chan licks over his lips, his eyes still trained on Jeongin.
“Sorry, I got caught up at work. That’s why I called,” he mumbles while stepping closer until he reaches the bed, a soft smile tugging on his lips as he rips his eyes away from Jeongin and directs them towards Hyunjin. “Do you still have room for one more person in this?”
Snorting a little, Minho pulls Chan down to him with a firm tug on his arm, pressing their mouths together in a kiss.
“What do you think why we told you to get your ass home, pup? Someone needs to suck his cute little cock.”
He can see how Chan’s eyes light up at Minho’s words, teeth excitedly biting down on his lower lip.
They’re all very aware of the fact of how much Chan loves to please them. He thrives on being told what to do and getting praised for it.
Having a boyfriend who loves to give head more than anything is a dream come true, even with his easily triggered gag reflex. As much as Chan loves getting his mouth stuffed with dick, he sucks at it, choking way too easily and way too fast.
Jeongin's small cock is the only one he can fully take into his mouth without a problem, so he takes every opportunity to do so, sinking down all the way to the base, sucking him off and cockwarming him whenever he has the chance, happily drooling around his dick like the dumb puppy they all like to treat him as.
It’s no surprise when he excitedly raises his eyebrows at Minho, just waiting for his command to go ahead.
Minho leans against Chan and cups his face with both hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“You’re so cute, pup,” he smiles, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones before placing another kiss on the tip of his nose. “Go on then.”
Minho gets up from the mattress, chuckling at how Chan beams at him and eagerly wiggles into the space between Jeongin’s legs, attempting to climb on top of him to kiss him, but Hyunjin is quick to intervene with a click of his tongue.
“Pup, that’s not what we told you to do,” he remarks, raising an eyebrow at him.
Immediately, Chan backs off again, obediently sitting down on the mattress, his hands in his lap. A disappointed pout is all the rebellion he allows himself to show, his warm, brown eyes wide open and pleadingly looking at Hyunjin.
It only takes a few seconds for Hyunjin to melt, forever unable to resist him and his puppy eyes, letting out a slightly annoyed sigh that is softened by the fond look on his face.
“If you want it so bad, go ahead. But only one kiss.”
Chan’s face lights up at that and Jeongin can see how Minho and Hyunjin exchange adoring glances, both of them cooing over how adorable Chan is.
It almost seems unfair how forgiving they are with Chan. He rarely ever gets punished, and they almost never tell him no. Instead, they praise him constantly, telling him what a good boy he is and how well he does. Even when Hyunjin calls Chan a dumb dog it’s affectionate and tender, sounding more like another praise than anything else.
In the moments where it’s all four of them, the difference in how they treat Chan and Jeongin becomes even more apparent and makes their sharp words towards him sting even more.
But it also makes them so much more delicious.
He never feels smaller than when Chan is with them, taking hold of all the attention and degrading Jeongin to a mere tool for their entertainment, a toy for them all to play with. It’s addicting to be at their mercy and to have him reminded of who’s in charge, even more so with Chan by his side showing him, that even a pup like him has more say than him.
Chan crawls back up on his body again, and Jeongin sharply inhales when his clothes brush against his hard cock. With a big smile on his lips, Chan looms over his face, the skin around his eyes crinkling up.
“Hey there,” he giggles, already deep in his puppy headspace. “You look cute when you're a mess.”
Jeongin answers him with a weak huff that turns into a soft noise as soon as Chan presses his plush lips on his. He melts into him, hands going up to thread into his hair, fingers clawing at the blonde curls. When Chan deepens the kiss, his hot tongue licking into his mouth, he gently tugs on the strands and earns a throaty moan from him.
He wraps his legs around his waist and his hips leisurely grind up with long and slow movements, wanting to feel every inch of Chan that is straining in his tight pants already. Chan hooks his strong hand around his waist and digs his fingers deep into his skin, pressing his body down on Jeongin’s while moaning into his mouth.
“That’s enough,” Minho sounds from behind them and pulls Chan off of Jeongin by his hips.
Both of them whine loudly, but a sharp glance from Hyunjin immediately shuts Jeongin up.
Minho positions Chan to sit on his knees in front of the bed and grabs Jeongin by his legs to pull him towards the edge of the frame with one abrupt movement, placing his legs over Chan’s shoulders.
“Now be a good pup and suck him off,” Minho tells Chan and pats his head before he joins Hyunjin to sit on one of the velvet armchairs Hyunjin had pulled over from their little reading corner and placed to both sides of Chan, granting them the pe rfect view on the two men.
Chan timidly looks up at Jeongin, silently asking for his permission, and Jeongin, propped up on his elbows, nods, and bites down on his lower lip in anticipation.
Not wasting another second, Chan licks a fat stripe up his cock, his tongue hot and wet as it presses against the sensitive skin and circles around the head. He plays around with the tip, pushing his tongue at the slit, lapping up the beads of precum collecting on it. A deep sigh leaves him as he sucks his cock in, lips stretching around him.
Jeongin’s dick may be short, but it’s thick and fills up Chan’s mouth so nicely his eyes flutter shut as Jeongin’s fingers snake back into his hair, pushing him down on his length with a needy whine.
“Remember that you only get to come once we give you permission,” Hyunjin reminds Jeongin, eyes glued to his face which contorts into the prettiest expressions, mouth hanging open, cheeks flushed and heated, eyes half-lidded.
Jeongin nods and pushes Chan further down, knowing that he’s only setting himself up with it, but he just can’t resist. Chan feels so good around him, sucking and swirling his tongue around his cock and lowly growling, warm puffs of air escaping his nose and hitting against Jeongin’s pelvis.
It’s so good, Jeongin can already feel the heat in his stomach coiling up again. His breaths become more rapid, chest heaving as he starts to bop Chan’s head up and down on his cock, fully losing himself in fucking the older down on him.
“Isn’t it cute how he thinks he can fuck Channies face with his little dick?” Hyunjin coos with a mocking tone and stretches his leg out to kick away the arm Jeongin was holding himself up on.
Minho giggles as Jeongin’s back hits the mattress, a surprised grunt leaving his mouth that melts into a drawn-out moan when Chan eagerly nuzzles his nose into his pelvis, his excited humming sending vibrations through Jeongin’s dick and making him grab tighter onto his curls.
“The slut is gonna come any second, I bet,” Hyunjin snorts and leans back into his chair, head leaning on the arm that is propped up on the armrest.
Minho smirks and bites down on his lip.
“10 Dollars he’s gonna last another three minutes.”
“Deal.”
Chan drools around his dick, jaw becoming fully slack. Jeongin’s cock is nowhere near hitting the back of his throat but Chan likes to pretend it does, the fake little gagging sounds leaving his throat completely unnecessary and so goddamn obvious, it only adds to the humiliation, and Jeongin loves him even more for that.
When Chan hollows out his cheeks, building up the pressure, it sends Jeongin over the edge within a few moments.
He comes with a loud moan, back arching off the mattress and filling Chan’s mouth with thick white strings of cum.
Chan hums around him and waits for him to ride out his orgasm with lazy rolls of his hips before he pops off of him with a wet plop-sound. He reaches for his arm and eagerly pulls on it, demanding his attention. With a breathy sigh, Jeongin cracks his eyes open and shakily props himself up on one elbow, his eyes finding Chan’s.
With a proud grin, Chan opens his mouth to show off the blob of cum he has collected on his tongue before swallowing it with a loud and satisfied sigh.
Jeongin pats his head and lets himself fall back on the mattress, completely exhausted
“Good job, pup,” Hyunjin hums and leans forward to brush one of Chan’s blonde curls behind his ear. “But I didn’t say you’re done yet, did I?”
Jeongin’s eyes fly open at that, swiftly sitting himself up and looking from Hyunjin to Minho.
“No, please, I’m already sensitive,” he howls, brows furrowed, but Minho answers his plea with one of his sickly sweet smiles, the ones Jeongin had long learned to fear.
“We warned you. You didn’t have permission to come, but you did.” He gets up from his chair and kneels down on the mattress next to Jeongin, hands gripping his hair firmly and pulling his face closer to him by it. Their cheeks brush against each other and Minho’s lips bump against Jeongin’s ear with every word, sending a shiver down his spine. “There are always consequences for your actions but I guess a dumb mutt like you just doesn’t understand that.”
Wit h a sharp tsk -sound, he pushes Jeongin’s head back down and returns to his seat.
“Color?” Hyunjin sounds from the other side and Jeongin hesitates a little, shaking his head to get out of the slightly dizzy headspace Minho’s words had sent him in, before he grumbles “Green” while pursing his lips up into a pout.
Hyunjin clicks his tongue and raises an eyebrow at him.
“Good, but I really don’t need that kind of attitude from you.”
A cold shiver washes over Jeongin as he meets Hyunjin’s sharp gaze, swallowing thickly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he mumbles and chews on the inside of his cheek. He can tell by the frosty look on Hyunjin’s face that he just provoked him even more. It wouldn’t surprise him if he ended up as a crying mess by the end of their scene.
“I hope so. You should be thankful that we even let you come, that we even let Channie suck on your pathetic excuse of a dick.”
Hyunjin spits the last words out slowly, emphasizing each one as if to hammer them into Jeongin’s brain, reminding him of his place.
He shifts in his seat and casually leans back with a huff on his lips and a roll of his eyes, legs crossed over away from Jeongin. To anyone else, this would be even more intimidating, like the calm before the storm, but to Jeongin it is way more. It makes his heart flutter and his eyes dilate in lust again because he notices how Hyunjin’s hand snakes down to his crotch, pressing down on the erection he’s trying to hide by sitting like this, he notices the other hand continuously wiping over his mouth to hide his red-bitten lip and the spit-induced shine on them caused by brushing his tongue over it again and again.
To Jeongin, Hyunjin never looks hotter than in those moments, controlled but still overcome by lust, needy to hear Jeongin whine and whimper, eager to see tears roll down his face from overstimulation, and wanting to feel his pleading looks burn into his skin.
And fuck, Jeongin loves all those things just as much, and it’s enough to see all that want in Hyunjin’s eyes to let the heat crawl up his body again, burning through his veins and all the way to his dick, making it twitch and pulse with interest again.
A smirk curls up Hyunjin’s lips as his eyes dart down and notice that Jeongin is already hard, albeit his tip being tinged an angry red color, and lets his head tilt to the side so it is lazily resting on his shoulder.
“Looks who’s back? Guess a whore like you just can’t pass up on going another round, can you?”
The mix of mockery and arrogance in Hyunjin’s voice knocks the air out of Jeongin’s lungs, and his heart speeds up, its throbbing pulsing through his chest so intensely he can feel it up in his throat, closing it off and almost rendering him unable from taking a simple breath.
A gentle brush against his thigh rips him out of his trance. It takes him a few seconds of rapid blinking to divert his gaze down to Chan, who is resting his face on his leg and looking up at him with dark eyes.
His breaths grow shaky as Chan leans in to softly press his lips to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, slowly wandering up and his eyes never leaving Jeongin’s.
“Want you, Jeonginnie,” Chan mumbles. “Wanna make you cry so bad.”
He scatters the words across his skin with every kiss, lathering them on with every wet lick of his tongue, and Jeongin can do nothing but helplessly moan at that, mouth falling wide open while his eyes fight against the urge to flutter shut.
“Let Channie have his fun with you. Sluts are there to be used after all.”
The raspy tone of Minho’s voice cutting through the thick atmosphere sends a cold shiver down his spine. His head falls back and his eyes finally give in and fall shut as his back hits the mattress, his arm suddenly too weak and too shaky to hold him up any longer.
He’s used to Hyunjin taunting him, telling him how pathetic and useless he is, calling him degrading names, and offering them to him like candy, sticky sweet, and too delicious not to devour them.
But to hear them coming from Minho adds a whole new layer to their play.
Minho usually keeps his words to a minimum during their scenes and prefers being the man of action, manhandling Jeongin and executing whatever Hyunjin wants to see, while Hyunjin barely touches him, leaving most of it to Minho and using his sharp tongue as his tool of choice instead.
They complement each other perfectly in the way they like to play and they tend to stick to their roles. Minho breaking out of it so much shifts the mood to something more electrifying.
Jeongin just lets himself fall into it, fully submitting to the three men having their eyes on him.
Chan excitedly leans forward between his legs, littering his thighs with red bite marks, his teeth sinking in deep and eliciting a whimper from Jeongin who’s clawing his hands into the satin sheets, brows furrowed but not putting up any resistance to the increasingly harsh treatment Chan gives him, nails scratching down over his stomach, lips sucking on Jeongin’s balls, and grazing his teeth over the thin skin.
It’s heaven and hell at the same time when Chan sucks in Jeongins already abused tip, sucking on it aggressively while relentlessly circling his tongue around the head.
“Mhhh, you’re doing so good, Channie, making Jeongin feel so good,” Hyunjin praises Chan softly, his words are slow and slurred, like honey dripping down, and Chan hums at them, eagerly sinking back down on his length and hollowing out his cheeks as he greedily sucks around him.
It’s messy, drool dripping out of the corners of Chan’s mouth and filthy slurping sounds wafting through the room, mixing with Jeongin’s breathless moaning.
Chan pops off of him to suck on his balls instead, his veiny hand gripping his cock and firmly stroking it, and when Jeongin risks a quick look down, he nearly comes at the sight of Chan, his cheeks flushed bright pink, a beautiful contrast to his fair skin, and his curls messy from Jeongin’s tugging.
When he feels Jeongin’s eyes on him, Chan glances up at him and teasingly runs his tongue around the base of his cock, making his hips buck up and his back arch.
The heat is already back coiling up in his stomach, chest heaving with every huffed breath and seeing how puffy and pink Chan’s lips are from sucking him off, really doesn’t help, so he diverts his eyes up at the ceiling, trying to concentrate on counting all the little bumps in the tapestry in an attempt to keep his body under control.
Unfortunately, it’s not helping, and when Chan wraps his smooth lips back around his cock, a whimper leaves him, small and high-pitched and he knows it will only fuel the other men.
“You wanna come, Jeonginnie?” Hyunjin pants and Jeongin eagerly nods, desperate to let his orgasm wash over him. “You better earn it then.”
As if on cue, Minho gets up from his seat and climbs onto the bed, lacing his fingers into Jeongin’s hair to harshly pull his face around towards him.
“Tap me two times if it gets too much, okay?”
Jeongin nods before croaking out a stifled yes under Minho’s stern look, adamant about getting a verbal confirmation before mounting himself onto him, chuckling at how obediently Jeongin lets his mouth fall open instantly. He shoves down his pants enough to let his cock spring free, excitedly stroking his length a few times as he pulls up Jeongin’s hands to let them rest on his wide thighs.
With a deep sigh, he lets his cock slip into the wetness of Jeongin’s mouth, shivering at the warmth of his tongue that immediately presses against his dick. He starts a slow pace, rocking into him carefully until he can feel how his jaw goes slack, ready to take more of him.
Jeongin moans around him when he thrusts in deeper, gagging a little once Minho’s tip grazes the back of his throat.
“Look at you, getting properly used like the little slut you are,” Hyunjin groans next to them, his voice breathless and pressed, and it heats Jeongin’s cheeks up even more to hear how turned on he is by seeing him like that, watching as Minho now ruthlessly fucks his face while Chan is still drooling around his dick, head relentlessly bobbing up and down.
It’s almost too much for Jeongin to fathom what’s going on, all the sounds around him; slurping, gagging, moaning, whispering, paired with having his body treated like a toy, it’s a dangerous mix he more than willingly drinks up, intoxicating him until he can’t even tell how much time has passed already or whos groan reaches his ear.
He’s fully wrapped up in the feeling of Chan’s tongue playing with his slit while harshly sucking on him, oversensitivity making his head spin, and Minho tugging on his hair while grinding his hips into his face, his strong thighs holding his head in place under him.
Minho groans loudly as he lands some particularly harsh thrusts, and Jeongin buries his nails in his legs, dragging them down over his soft skin to leave pretty red marks while swallowing around him, completely throwing off the rhythm Minho had built up with it. He gags as Minho shoves himself further down his throat until his nose is brushing against his pelvis with a dark chuckle, just holding him there for a second before he wraps his hand around his throat, gently squeezing it the tiniest bit before starting to move again, groaning at the even tighter feeling of Jeongin’s throat around him.
He comes with a pressed grunt, releasing deep inside him, and Jeongin shivers at the feeling of Minho’s cum hitting the back of his throat and slowly running down. Minho pinches Jeongin’s nose close, forcing him to swallow around him a few times as he rides out his orgasm, before pulling out, and Jeongin can feel his head become increasingly dizzy by the lack of air and all the sensations he can feel everywhere.
As Minho wipes off the spit that has escaped his mouth from his cheeks, Chan speeds up his actions, frantically bobbing up and down on his cock with his eyes squeezed shut. When Minho climbs off of Jeongin and sits back down on his chair, Chan pulls Jeongin closer by his hips, holding them down while he nuzzles down onto his pelvis.
Jeongin can’t help how his hips buck up at that, desperate whimpers tumbling from his lips as he tries to will down his approaching orgasm, fingers gripping onto the sheets tighter and his back arching.
“P-please…,” he whines and throws his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head behind closed lids when Chan moves one hand to massage his balls, the other coming up and to pinch his nipple before scratching down his chest.
“Please what? Use full sentences, you dumb mutt,” Hyunjin groans.
Somewhere at the back of his mind, Jeongin registers the slick sounds and the heavy breathing coming from his direction, meaning that he’s probably jerking himself off to the view of him getting absolutely ravished by Chan’s mouth, but he’s too caught up in Chan devouring him to pay too much attention to it.
He’s so close, it’s starting to get painful. His cock is hard as a rock under Chan’s tongue, tip steadily leaking, and the oversensitivity is becoming a little too much for him to handle, making him squirm around in Chan’s hold, head thrown from side to side as he desperately tries to hold back his release.
“Please, wanna come,” he sobs, tears stinging in his eyes from the need to come. For a few seconds, the only sounds filling the room are the heavy panting coming from Hyunjin, Jeongin’s loud moans, and Chan’s slurping, before Hyunjin’s breath starts to become choppy and fast.
“You can come,” he presses out, and Jeongin doesn’t hesitate to do so, specks of white exploding behind his lids and his toes curling up as he buries one of his hands in Chan’s hair, pressing him down as he cums into his mouth, Chan moaning around him.
“Don’t swallow yet, Channie,” Minho hums from the side as Jeongin leisurely rolls his hips up, drawn-out groans leaving his wide-opened mouth as he relishes in his orgasm. Next to him, he can hear frantic breathing followed by a second of silence that is ended by a low grunt, Hyunjin coming all over his own hand.
Chan pops off of Jeongin and turns towards Minho with his mouth open, eager to show him that he followed his order.
“Good job, pup.” Minho smiles at Chan, the skin around his eyes crinkling up. He gets up to pat his head before he turns towards the door and walks out, leaving the three of them by themselves.
“Keep your mouth open,” Hyunjin commands with his voice a little more stable now, and Chan obeys, his tongue hanging out of his mouth while the mixture of drool and cum slowly drips down on Jeongin, making him wince with every glob that hits his soft dick or balls.
With a proud smile on his lips, Hyunjin walks up to Chan and gently brushes his fringe back with his clean hand.
“Good boy,” he praises and leans down to press a kiss on his forehead. “Now let Jeongin have a taste of himself.”
Carefully balancing the cum on his tongue, Chan climbs up on Jeongin’s lap and pulls him up into a sitting position by his waist. He wraps his arms around his still trembling body, holding him close, and connects their lips, tongue pushing his own salty load into his mouth and brushing it around, covering the inside as good as he can.
Jeongin whines at the taste, but eagerly licks over Chan’s tongue to not miss a single drop of it, lapping it all up and responding with another weak moan when Chan hungrily growls at that.
He can feel how someone slides up behind him, chest pressing against his back, and telling by how far up the other's nose nestles into his hair, it can only be Hyunjin.
Sandwiched between them, Jeongin is getting covered in kisses, Chan still lazily licking into his mouth and Hyunjin peppering them all over his shoulders and neck while wrapping his big hands around his arms, their warmth causing goosebumps to bubble up on his skin.
They stay like that until Minho comes back from the kitchen, a cup with hot cacao in each hand and three damp warmed-up towels thrown over his shoulder. He puts the cups down on one of the nightstands before gently pulling Chan back by his neck to get access to his face, carefully wiping the towel over it and cleaning the remaining streaks of sticky spit and cum off of it.
Meanwhile, Hyunjin lays Jeongin down after wiping his hand clean on one of the towels, still covering his body with butterfly kisses and soft touches, fingers brushing through his hair before reaching for the other towel and wiping it all over his body, firmly brushing over his skin in circular motions with the warm fabric, just how Jeongin likes it.
Minho hands Hyunjin one of his oversized shirts, and Hyunjin pulls it over Jeongin’s head in between kisses, gently moving his body around to pull it all the way down to his thighs.
He props him up against the headboard of the bed before sliding back in the space behind him, arms wrapping around him and chin hooked over his shoulder while he whispers soft praises into his ear. Once Chan has joined them and nestled into their sides, Minho pulls the blanket over them and hands the hot chocolate to Jeongin and Chan with a kiss to their temples, climbing under the blanket himself to hold Chan.
“You did so well, Innie,” Chan smiles and presses a kiss to his shoulder, which Minho takes a sign to reach over Chan and affectionately squeeze Jeongin’s thigh.
“Yes, you really did,” he agrees and reaches for the remote control of the TV with his free hand while Hyunjin pats Jeongin’s head.
He turns on the show that Jeongin had been raving about recently, earning an excited but exhausted little squeal from their youngest.
Hyunjin chuckles and presses another kiss into his neck.
“I love you,” he whispers into his neck, and Jeongin answers it by squeezing his arm, smiling at the knowledge that the other will know what that means.
They cuddle up for the rest of the night, exchanging soft kisses and gentle words until they fall asleep, arms wrapped around each other and the TV still running in the background.