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Yeosang is sneaking into Yunho’s and San’s room again, not that Jongho is keeping track. He’s not sure if they’re aiming to be subtle, but if they are, they’re all failing miserably at it. Or maybe Jongho’s just very perceptive. Either way, all of Jongho’s hyungs have been getting up to no good in each other’s rooms, bathrooms and other places where they should definitely not do the things they did. His hyungs, meaning Jongho has no part in it, despite waiting patiently for an invitation for quite a while now.
Sure, maybe that was on him, his hyungs were clearly just respecting that he didn’t really enjoy being subject to displays of affection, even if he’s long gotten past whatever issue he’s had back then and in truth, he really craved it sometimes. But Jongho being Jongho, he couldn’t bring himself to speak up about it.
He could proposition his hyungs himself, sure, but that means a lot of awkwardness that he’s not sure he’s ready to undergo. Jongho is eager to say yes, if only they’d just ask.
But they don’t, even after months of his patient waiting, being so damn respectful of the boundaries they perceive he has, even if those haven’t been accurate in years.
He’s gotten over it with age, or maybe with the cock he’s taken, same difference.
There’s just no good moment to bring it up in the first place and he can’t phantom just randomly bursting into a room where his hyungs are getting it on, and trying to join.
He’s pent up and horny and he really, really wants to have sex with his hyungs.
The walls aren’t as thick as his hyungs seem to think, he can often hear them fooling around, Wooyoung and Yeosang sometimes even mess around with him in the room, when they think he’s asleep (or maybe just extremely ignorant), giggling and shushing each other as they rub their naked bodies together, with Jongho just few feet away from them, hard and very envious.
He oh so badly wants to just say fuck it and join them in the middle of the act, but that’s not the way to go about it, is it?
He’s getting tired of patiently waiting for at least one of his hyungs to get their head out their ass and finally try something with him, lord knows he’s entirely too willing.
They’re lazing around the living room, the afternoon after running around all morning leaving all of them slow and unproductive, maybe with the exception of Yunho, San and Yeosang, all of them having disappeared in a room, in the middle of a League of Legends match… or maybe they’re just fucking, Jongho wouldn’t be privy to that.
Jongho’s been debating with himself for the past twelve minutes, telling himself he should get up from the nice comfortable sofa and change into clothes more suitable for lounging around. But with his limbs feeling like pleasant goo, sinking into the plush couch, he simply settles on loosening his tie and unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt, unhappy with his own laziness but willing to make that sacrifice if it means not having to walk around if he doesn’t have to.
His action doesn’t pass Wooyoung’s attention though, the older man leering at him with a cheeky grin, eyeing him up and down.
“Gonna give us a strip show?”
Jongho blinks slowly, the words sinking in a bit slower than usual to his content gooey brain.
“Should I?” he says, making a face like he’s genuinely considering it. It could be his chance to finally get through to his hyungs.
Both Wooyoung and Mingi giggle, clearly not believing he could actually mean it, not their prudish maknae.
“How about a lap dance to go with it?” Mingi suggests, cackling with Wooyoung.
Seonghwa makes a face but doesn’t participate in the conversation otherwise, making it very hard to guess what he’s actually thinking.
Jongho gets up, invigorated by the thought of actually getting somewhere with his hyungs for the first time ever.
“Sure.”
Mingi certainly doesn’t expect it when Jongho places himself over his lap, collarbones peeking out of his open shirt. He gapes at him, open-mouthed, stunned into silence by Jongho’s bold action.
It’s when Jongho makes a move to take off his tie that Mingi’s hands grasp at his forearms, halting his movements.
“What are you doing?”
“Stripping,” Jongho announces and pulls his loose tie up over his head, tossing it off to the side.
“That’s not funny, stop,” Mingi tries to stop him again, voice strained.
And, for the first time, Jongho considers that it wasn’t his (non-existent) boundaries his hyungs were respecting, and that maybe, they just didn’t want him that way at all.
“But it’d be okay if it was Wooyoung instead? Or Seonghwa, San, Yunho, Yeosang, Hongjoong? Anyone but me?” he challenges, sliding off Mingi’s lap and settling down next to him.
That stuns them into silence, leaving all three men in the room staring at him in shock.
“Jjongie, what..?” Seonghwa says, standing up from his seat.
“I know you guys have sex. All seven of you, except for me.”
The bomb is dropped, there’s no taking it back now, even if Jongho wanted to.
“That’s…”
Clearly, they didn’t think he knew, or at least they didn’t expect him to just say that.
“Why don’t you ever ask me?”
He knows he sounds kind of desperate, but he’s past the point of caring about that.
“You- Would you want to?” Seonghwa asks, staring at him with wide eyes.
Jongho looks at him properly, gaze intense.
“Hyung, all I’ve been able to think about lately is taking your cocks… If only you’d ask.”
Mingi’s big, warm hand lands on Jongho’s thigh, squeezing.
“That’s…”
Mingi is looking at him like he sees him in a completely new, before unthinkable way; all of them are.
Jongho blinks up coquettishly, his own hand finding its way to Mingi’s inner thigh, slowly trailing up from his knee, closer and closer to his crotch.
“Don’t you want to fuck me, hyung?”
Mingi chokes on his saliva, but before he can respond, it’s Wooyoung who jumps at the opportunity, literally. One swift movement and he’s perched in Jongho’s lap, slamming him back into the sofa, sinful soft lips connecting with Jongho’s, hand tangled in his hair to pull his head back, getting it to an angle to better align their lips for kissing.
“Not fair,” Mingi whines like a petulant child, pushing Wooyoung away from Jongho and replacing his lips with his own.
He licks into Jongho’s mouth with his slick tongue, moaning into the kiss and trying to pull him closer.
When they finally pull apart, Jongho fixes his lustful gaze on Seonghwa, who is still just standing there, watching them.
Undoing the rest of his shirt buttons at what may as well be the speed of light, Jongho approaches the hyung, easily sinking into his hands when Seonghwa makes a move to touch him, long fingers sliding over his sides under the open shirt, tracing up over his ribs and to his back to pull him closer.
They kiss and Seonghwa bites at Jongho’s lip teasingly, smiling sweetly into the kiss.
“You taste good,” he whispers and lets Jongho be taken away from him again by the unruly duo.
The shirt slips off Jongho’s shoulders, pulled off by one of the men behind him, tossed off to the side somewhere.
He basks in the attention he gets, all three pairs of eyes tracing up and down his body, taking in his muscles, his pert dusky nipples, and the spatter of dark coarse hair disappearing under his belt.
Wooyoung is the first one to make a move, sliding his gentle hand up Jongho’s pec, trapping his nipple between his index and middle finger, pinching it that way to hear Jongho hiss and have him arch up into it.
“Sensitive, aren’t you?”
He nods urgently, hair flopping into his face.
Mingi crowds him from the other side, effectively trapping him between himself and Wooyoung.
“Do you play with yourself?” he asks, voice husky, aroused, if the big erection pressing into Jongho’s lower tummy wasn’t telling enough.
Jongho smirks and leans back against Wooyoung “’have a dildo I ride in the shower while you guys are busy fucking each other.”
“Fuck, how big is it?”
“Bigger than you, hyung.”
Wooyoung smacks his arm but he giggles still, rutting his erection against Jongho’s ass, as if trying to prove to him how much better he could fuck him.
Seonghwa is done with watching his dongsaengs have fun without him, approaching the three of them and capturing Jongho’s lips with his once more, effectively distracting him enough to sneak a hand down the back of his pants and underwear, teasing his crack with his long fingers.
Jongho moans into the kiss, slick sounds leaving his mouth as they caress each other’s tongues.
“Finger me,” he moans out breathily between kisses.
Wooyoung, despite being busy making out with Mingi, humps into his ass (and Seonghwa’s hand) at that.
“Pretty little anal slut.”
Jongho likes it. He likes it so much, wants nothing more than to just get down to his hands and knees and show them how much of an anal slut he can truly be, but since this is their first time together, he refrains from doing so just yet.
He hiccups when he feels Seonghwa’s finger slip between his cheeks and press against his hole.
“Please!”
Mingi, ever the impatient man, has had enough of the teasing. “C’mon, pants off and hands on the back of the sofa, ass to us.”
Jongho nearly trips himself with his own underwear as he rushes to strip, throwing himself against the sofa eagerly, back arched at the proper angle to show off his ass.
His cock is hard and heavy as it arches against his tummy, precum already beading at the tip, just from exposing himself like this in front of his hyungs; though he doesn’t even ache to have it touched, would much rather just have a pair of fingers stuffed up his ass, stretching him out and milking his prostate until he comes untouched all over himself.
But he’s being good, at least for now, easing into this new thing with his hyungs slowly, testing how much he can get away with, just how filthy he can get.
There’s a warm hand on his left buttock, caressing him gently, slowly inching its way to the center, to where his eager hole is hiding.
“Get the lube,” Seonghwa orders softly and the quick patter of feet tells Jongho that one of his hyungs is right on the task, though he doesn’t dare look, just stays obediently, waiting for Seonghwa’s hand to finally make its way to his hole.
He tries to be patient, whining only a little bit when his hyung backs out and doesn’t end up caressing his entrance, instead grasping his ass with both hands and pulling, exposing his pucker to marvel at it.
Luckily, it doesn’t take too long for the lube to be found and brought back into the living room, fingers slicked-up and pressed against Jongho’s hungry ass.
“Hyungg,” he whines, tensing his legs to distract himself enough to not press back against the fingertips in his hole.
Mingi shushes him, but shoves his fingers deeper in anyways, probing further into Jongho’s insides.
“Did you play with yourself? You’re taking it so easy.”
Jongho moans in response and nods, hair flopping into his face.
“Had a plug in while we were out,” he admits, secretly pleased with the reaction that elicits from his hyungs.
“Where is it?” Seonghwa demands, letting go of the cheeks he was still spreading open for Mingi.
He goes fetch it from Jongho’s bag, a simple metal plug, bulbous and thick in his ass, the base of it smooth and fitting neatly in his crack, hidden from the sight between his cheeks.
“Fuck, it’s big, can we put it in?”
It’s hot that Wooyoung isn’t even asking Jongho, instead he’s asking Seonghwa, holding his hand out to get the big girthy thing in his hand, just so he can stuff Jongho’s ass with it.
Slathered in lube, the toy goes in easily, slipping in bit by bit until it’s in fully, his hole closing up around it, leaving just the base poking out, slotting in nicely between his cheeks.
Jongho’s cock drips precum, staining the sofa underneath; he’s already so strung up, body thrumming with eager arousal at finally submitting himself to his hyungs.
He moans, clenching around the thick plug in his ass like he can get himself off just like that (and he probably could, with how on edge he already feels, just from a smidge of attention).
Wooyoung smacks his fingers on the side of Jongho’s ass, not to hurt him, more just to get his attention.
“C’mon whore, don’t have fun all by yourself, you have to work for it.”
Oh, he loves being spoken down to, cock twitching in response, and he lets himself be turned around, facing his hyungs coyly.
“What about your mouth? Mingi offers, though he’s eyeing Jongho’s dripping cock instead.
That’s easy; Jongho drops to his knees and opens his mouth like it’s his second nature, tongue sticking out obediently to tempt his hyungs to just use him.
“Can you even do it? Have you ever sucked dick?” Seonghwa asks, teasing.
Jongho nods, retracting his tongue to answer. “I practiced.”
“Practiced?”
Another nod. “On the dildo… can deep-throat it now.”
Embarrassingly, Mingi wolf-whistles, shuffling on his feet in clear eagerness.
Wooyoung laughs at him. “You’d suffocate him to death with that thing.”
And so Seonghwa goes first (mad-hyung privilege, he says). He doesn’t even strip, only opens his pants and fishes his cock out, pressing it against Jongho’s lips before he can get a good look at it. All he knows is that it’s pretty, just like his hyung, and that’s all he can think of before he’s swallowing around the head, blinking up at Seonghwa for approval which he gets in the form of more cock in his mouth.
Seonghwa is smaller than the dildo, barely tickles Jongho’s gag reflex once he’s in fully. But his presence, his warmth and smell, the knowledge that Jongho is finally getting what he’s wanted – it all more than makes up for it; it’s almost overwhelming, and Jongho clings to his hyung’s thighs, swallowing around his cock, tasting his bitter precum.
He must be doing well, because Seonghwa pets back the hair from his forehead appreciatively.
“Good boy.”
“Slut,” Wooyoung protests, eyes half-lidded as he watches on.
Seonghwa’s hand stills and he looks ready to object to Wooyoung’s words, but Jongho just flutters his lashes sweetly, pleased with his hyung’s degradation, happy to serve as their toy if they so wish; at this point, he’s sure he’d like whatever they’d throw at him, especially with how depraved he actually is.
Jongho swallows around Seonghwa’s cock, doing his best to lick around the length he can reach with his tongue, nose pressed into his hyung’s soft, shaved skin.
Seonghwa is petting him again, so gentle, like his cock is not down Jongho’s throat, like he’s doing an amazing job just warming him.
It’s not like Jongho dislikes the soft affection he’s getting, but he’s also incredibly horny and very excited to show his hyungs just how well he can take them, how much of a good hole he can really be. So he dares to reach his hands up to where Seonghwa’s thighs meet his hips, grasping at him to get his attention, and, once he finally has it, he pulls off Seonghwa’s cock once and then goes to town.
He makes it nice and wet for him, keeping eye contact as he swallows Seonghwa’s cock down to the root, insides warm with the arousal he can see in his hyung’s eyes.
Wooyoung and Mingi are kissing, he can hear them, Mingi’s tongue making slick noises as he licks into Wooyoung’s mouth over and over again, moaning into the kiss.
Hearing how turned on his hyungs are, Jongho is even more eager to please them, trying to force Seonghwa’s cock deeper down his throat, even if his lips are wrapped around his base already, wanting to make Seonghwa come so that he can service his other hyungs and fill his belly with their cum.
Seonghwa lets him suck him off for a while longer, fingers threading through his hair sweetly, until they’re not. He pulls Jongho off his cock with the harsh grip on his hair, smirking down at him, a string of saliva connecting his cock and Jongho’s lips.
“Hyungg,” he whines, longingly watching as the slick length bobs in front of his face.
“C’mon, let’s play with that greedy little hole some more.”
That has Jongho’s mind changing, eager to have his ass played with, and perhaps even finally fucked and his hyungs giggle at his eagerness and crowd around him as he gets on his hands and knees on the couch, exposing the base of his plug.
It gets plucked out mercilessly, his hole desperately clenching around it as it slides out, refusing to let go, but being forced to anyways, with all of Mingi’s insistent tugging.
His hole stays open for a while after, gaping open like it can lure the plug back in, and Wooyoung takes advantage of the opportunity, two of his fingers plunging into Jongho, caressing his walls as if in thanks for allowing him in.
Jongho’s cock dribbles precum pathetically as Wooyoung fucks his fingers into his hole, stretching him on two, and later three fingers, still fully clothed, only his sleeves rolled up to protect them from being stained by the lube, the tent on the front of his pants the only sign of his arousal.
It gets Jongho even more worked up, seeing his hyungs fully clothed while he kneels in front of them, completely bare, his hardness dripping, ass clenching around the fingers being fed to it, whiny and desperate, eager to cum and ready to take whatever his hyungs want to give and more.
He whines, disobediently pressing himself back onto Wooyoung’s fingers, trying to get them deeper inside his guts.
A big hand lands on his cheek, making him jerk back and clench around Wooyoung’s fingers.
“Behave,” a low voice orders him and then the couch next to him is dipping with Mingi’s weight, Jongho’s head wrenched to the side, the head of Mingi’s big veiny cock pressed to his lips.
He gratefully accepts it, tasting the musk and light tang of sweat on Mingi’s shaft, tongue tracing right under the sensitive head, humming in the back of his throat to signify his content.
Wooyoung’s fingers start moving again, after the brief break he gave Jongho while he was adjusting to Mingi’s length, all three of them fucking ruthlessly inside his greedy hole as he tries to focus on the dick that’s slowly making its way deeper past his lips.
Wooyoung pulls out suddenly and Jongho can hear the click of the lube bottle before his attention is back to Mingi, the head of his cock plunging into his throat, choking him a bit before he can get the spasming of his throat under control and relax it, allowing for Mingi to slide in even deeper.
Wooyoung is cackling at Jongho, delighted at how wrecked he already is, when they only just began.
With the way Jongho’s head is held in place by Mingi, he cannot see Seonghwa, but the knowledge that his hyung is also in the room, watching them, maybe even touching himself to the sight, has Jongho’s guts curling with heat.
Even with all the practice Jongho had given his deep-throating skills, taking the entirety of Mingi’s length is proving to be a struggle, his throat having trouble relaxing enough to allow the head slip down finally allow his nose to press into the trail of hair leading to Mingi’s bellybutton.
He’s distracted by his focus on taking Mingi fully, so much so that he doesn’t pay attention to what Wooyoung is doing behind him, only half his mind on how empty he’s suddenly, after Wooyoung’s fingers have slipped out of him, but then, once he’s finally managed to make Mingi without his throat spasming, and his hyung is petting his hair and softly praising him, Wooyoung’s fingers return, with the addition of his pinky finger, so slick with lube they slip inside his hungry hole with practically no struggle, even with the added finger.
Jongho chokes again, his first time being stretched so thoroughly, not to mention that it’s at the hands of someone else, every movement unexpected, having him that much more on edge.
“You stretch so pretty.”
It’s the first time in a while that Seonghwa has spoken, and his voice is husky, practically dripping with the arousal Jongho himself feels. He tries to imagine what he must look like, stretching around four fingers with ease, glistening with excess lube. He’s squelching loudly as Wooyoung twists his wrist, opening him up wide, uncharacteristically quiet in his focus.
Jongho flutters his lashes, jaw still held wide open around Mingi’s sizeable cock.
Despite Wooyoung being four fingers deep in Jongho, he seems to act like he’s not there at all, instead cuddling up with his back to Seonghwa’s chest, leaned back against him as he works Jongho open.
With the wet sounds of his throat as Mingi fucks into it, Jongho can’t really hear what Seonghwa is saying to Wooyoung, but based off the tone alone, he’s no doubt talking dirty to him, and though he’s curious and a bit jealous that all of the attention is not on him, it also turns him on, to just be used without much thought.
It’s as if Seonghwa knows Jongho is trying to listen in on them, because the volume of his voice picks up the next time he speaks.
“Think he can take a whole fist?”
Jongho doesn’t even mean to, but he clenches up around the fingers in him, whining around the thick cock plugging his throat. He’s never thought about it before, but now that he has, he wants it badly.
Wooyoung gets it, chuckles sweetly as he feels Jongho’s hole clamping up on him, already reaching for the bottle of lube, to drizzle more of it over where Jongho stretches around his hand, spreading the substance around, not minding it dripping down his wrist and all over Jongho’s balls.
“He’s a good whore, of course he can.”
He doesn’t even give Jongho a moment to prepare, already folding his thumb along his other fingers, probing at his rim gently, trying if it will give and accept his whole hand.
With more pressure put on, the thumb starts slipping in, breaching Jongho’s rim slowly, stretching him out further and further.
The pressure on his hole has Jongho shifting on his knees, trying to ease the slide of the thumb in, make more space for Wooyoung’s hand between his legs.
Wooyoung doesn’t ease up, simply pouring more lube to the point where Jongho’s rim meets his hand and pushing in once more.
Jongho’s hole takes it greedily, even if every few millimeters feel like whole centimeters, it feels like it will never end, that he’ll never get to feel Wooyoung’s hand fully.
But Wooyoung keeps going, and Jongho keeps taking it, split open on most of Wooyoung’s hand, so eager to take the rest of it that he has half the mind to just tell Wooyoung to punch it in him.
But, despite being a covert whore, he’s also a good boy who knows better than rush something like this and risk injury so he stays quiet, save for his uncontrollable whining and moaning.
Mingi is petting his hair, cooing to him about what a good, perfect boy he is, a clear contrast to Wooyoung and Seonghwa talking about his slutty, greedy hole and its even sluttier greedy owner.
Jongho is happy, gurgling around Mingi’s cock, paying more attention to the hand in his ass than the cock in his mouth, though Mingi hardly seems to mind, quite content with simply being cock warmed.
It feels like ages since Wooyoung slowly started inserting his thumb, but then, out of nowhere, it seems like something gives and suddenly, once Wooyoung gets most of his thumb in, the rest of his hand slides in swiftly and with ease, and Jongho finds his rim clenching around his hyung’s wrist.
Mingi has mercy on him and pulls out of his throat, leaving Jongho panting and drooling, insides pulsing with need as he takes in the feeling of Wooyoung’s whole fist in his guts. It’s all a bit dizzying and he’s unable to actually form words, just whining nonsensically as his cock drips desperately, hole clenched tight to keep Wooyoung’s hand in.
Wooyoung holds still patiently with his hand in Jongho’s ass, waiting for him to adjust before he dares to do anything more, petting Jongho’s side comfortingly with the hand that’s not held in the tightness of his warm guts, soothing any uncomfortableness he might feel.
Once Jongho stops trembling, becoming more adjusted to the overwhelming sensation, Wooyoung starts with small cautions movements, twisting his wrist and stroking Jongho’s walls with his fingers, breaching deeper than he ever has before.
Jongho’s cock drips precum desperately, forming a small dark patch on the couch below him, moans leaving his mouth uncontrollably, loud and clearly showing just how aroused he is, feeling good with Wooyoung’s hand in his ass, clenched around his wrist, almost pulling him deeper in.
Seonghwa gets his hands on him as well, rubbing small circles into his lower back, praising him in a husky voice.
“You take it so well, baby,” he says and it sends sparks up Jongho’s spine, the praise heightening the sensation.
Jongho cries out when Wooyoung pulls his hand out, already babbling and begging to have it back, but he just gets shushed and pet some more before Wooyoung’s hand is back, balled up into a fist and slathered in so much lube it drips everywhere.
He gets breached by the fist, stretched wider than before, and his legs are trembling underneath him, strength to hold himself up disappearing with the pleasure steadily building. He doesn’t even realize he’s tearing up until Mingi is lifting his head up by his chin and wiping his cheeks gently.
He’s so close, precum leaking from him in one steady stream, hole pulsing with how close he is, yet he can’t form the words to let his hyungs know, able to just whine and sob through his open mouth.
“Are you going to cum on Wooyoungie’s hand, baby?” Seonghwa asks, awed at the reactions Jongho is showing to being stuffed full of fist.
Jongho nods eagerly, head moving up and down as his orgasm builds and builds, a heat overtaking his entire lower half. He keeps nodding through it, so desperate and overwhelmed that he only stops once his climax finally hits him, rendering him boneless, arms giving out underneath him, legs sliding to the sides until Seonghwa has to hold him up and keep him on Wooyoung’s fist.
All his muscles pulled taut, Jongho cries through his orgasm, shooting cum all over his tummy, all the way up to his chin, clenching so tight around Wooyoung’s wrist that he has the man grimacing.
It feels never-ending, his cock and hole still pulsing even after he has emptied his balls; he keeps whining and trembling as his hyungs carefully lower him onto his side on the couch, Wooyoung’s hand still held hostage by his ass.
They pet him like he’s a frightened animal, all over, his head, his back, his side and his hips and legs, until he finally stops trembling and his sobs calm down.
The ringing in his ears finally goes down enough for him to hear the soft words aimed at him.
“’s good,” he slurs and preens under the attention.
“Baby, you’re gonna have to let my hand go.”
Only then does Jongho realize he’s still clenched around Wooyoung’s fist, stuffed so full it should be uncomfortable.
It’s Seonghwa’s thumbs massaging his rim that finally eases him up enough for Wooyoung to pull his hand out with a loud squelch, leaving his ass empty and gaping.
“Do you feel okay enough to get up and bathe, or would you rather nap first?”
Jongho is confused.
“You didn’ fuck me yet.”
Seonghwa chuckles, endeared.
“You just took a whole fist, baby, you almost passed out from cumming, we can fuck you some other time, it’s okay.”
Jongho scrambles to get back up.
“No, no, please fuck me! I’m so wet and loose already, I’ll make it so good for you! Wan’ your cum in me, please!”
He’s still slurring his words a little, tongue feeling foreign in his mouth, but his desperation shows through, and soon enough, he’s back on his hands and knees, showing off his puffy, slick hole.
He almost purrs when he feels warm hands on his ass, spreading his cheeks apart.
“I can take you both,” he offers confidently, swaying his hips from side to side, though it comes off more cute than suggestive with how uncoordinated he still is.
“You’re still like a baby deer, how are you planning on doing that, hm?”
“I can! I want to!”
He scrambles up to show off his determination and his hyungs chuckle affectionately.
In the end, it’s Seonghwa who lays down on the couch, back propped up on the arm rest, reaching out to accept Jongho on his lap.
Jongho’s body is still not responding exactly how it should, limbs weak and almost jelly-like, leading to him practically collapsing on tom of Seonghwa. The older man grunts as he receives Jongho’s weight over his tummy, adjusting him comfortably in his lap, his hard cock pressing against Jongho’s crack and lower back.
Wooyoung moves between their spread legs, looking down at the two of them like a predator staring down its prey.
Seonghwa busies himself by cupping Jongho’s pecs, teasing his nipples between his fingers, panting into his ear and telling him how pretty he looks.
Mingi slides in behind Wooyoung, getting a front row seat to the show he’s about to receive, biting his plump lower lip as Wooyoung reaches for Seonghwa’s cock, leading it up to Jongho’s rim, letting the hyung do the job of pushing it all the way into his guts.
“You feel so nice, baby, so warm inside,” Seonghwa murmurs into his ear, gently rocking his hips to fuck into him, cock rubbing over Jongho’s prostate.
It feels nice, despite the fact that he’s still a bit too sensitive after his orgasm, and his soft cock leaks a little where it’s flipped up, resting over his tummy.
Wooyoung watches them hungrily for a moment more, stroking his cock with more lube, despite Jongho being pretty sure it must not be needed with how wet and loose he is from Wooyoung’s fist still.
His hyung’s collective moans when Wooyoung finally slides in next to Seonghwa’s cock manage to drown out Jongho’s own strained whines. He doesn’t want them to wait for him to adjust and he lets it be known, pouting up at Wooyoung and Mingi until his hyung finally takes control and starts rocking his hips into him.
He feels so full, the pressure on his prostate unrelenting as his hyungs fuck into him slowly, and he’s left to just keen and claw at Wooyoung’s forearms, blinking his tears away to stare up at his hyung’s expression, his lip bitten between his teeth, brow furrowed and sweaty, a light flush to his cheeks as Mingi nips and kisses at his ear from behind, teasing his nipples in sync with his thrusts into Jongho.
“Does it feel good?” he asks in his deep, husky voice, eyes fixed on Jongho, even with his hands and lips roaming over Wooyoung’s body.
Jongho whines in reply, hiccupping with yet another thrust against his prostate.
“S-so good,” he manages to say, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Seonghwa reaches down and holds onto his soft cock.
“Hng, hyung!”
Seonghwa doesn’t let go, forming a tight circle around his flaccid length, doing his best to try and jerk him off, even with all of Jongho’s squirming at the overstimulation.
Jongho’s cock stiffens up under the relentless attention, already hurtling towards his orgasm, embarrassingly sensitive as his hole gets ruthlessly pounded into, stretched wide on two cocks.
But as soon as he’s hard, Seonghwa lets go, grasping at his hips instead, rutting his cock into Jongho mercilessly, uncaring about the broken cry Jongho lets out at losing the attention on his dripping length so close to his orgasm.
“Patience,” Mingi rasps out, his own desperation showing in his possessive hands touching all over Wooyoung’s body, looking down at Jongho, pupils blown wide.
His hyungs are chasing their own orgasms inside him, that much is clear from how their movements change from purposeful thrusts to just blind grinding, their hands tight on Jongho’s body, soft noises leaving their lips as they fuck into their maknae.
Mingi takes it upon himself to talk dirty to Jongho, rile him up even further, if it’s even possible; staring down at him like he wants to eat him, he lets his mouth run.
“Are your hyungs fucking you good? Stretching your pretty greedy little hole so well, you’ll be ruined for anyone else.”
Jongho nods desperately “So good, it’s so good, I’m yours, only yours!”
Seonghwa grabs at his waist then, hands scrambling over his tummy a little before he’s moaning straight into Jongho’s ear, filling him up with hot cum, fucking it as deep inside, clinging onto him as if trying to keep him on his dick.
Wooyoung must feel it on his own cock because as soon as it happens, he pushes against Jongho’s legs, bending over him to rut away, groaning desperately, chasing his own orgasm.
“Fuck, you feel so good!”
It’s probably equally aimed equally at Jongho and Seonghwa both, Wooyoung must like the hot length he’s rubbing his cock against in the tightness of Jongho’s guts, feeling it pulse against his own before he too is slamming himself as deep as he can and coming, his neatly trimmed nails leaving little crescent imprints on Jongho’s meaty thighs.
Seonghwa’s softening cock slips out as soon as Wooyoung pulls out and immediately, Jongho can feel the cum start to pour out of him, cock twitching at the feeling of his hyung’s combined loads starting to trickle past his rim.
“Can you take our big boy? Let him make you cum again?” Seonghwa whispers in his ear, petting up and down his arms, still sounding winded.
Jongho agrees immediately.
“Please come fuck me, hyung,” he begs, looking up at Mingi with stars in his eyes, his cock pathetically hard and aching to release once more.
Seonghwa and Wooyoung sluggishly move out of the way, leaving Jongho splayed out on the sofa, Mingi eagerly taking Wooyoung’s place in between his thighs, eyeing his leaking hole appreciatively.
“You’re so fucked out down here, think you’ll still feel him?” Wooyoung chimes in from the side, sweaty bangs swept out of his face.
Jongho ignores the comment in favor of staring down at his hyung’s big veiny cock that’s nudging his crack, scooping the cum leaking out of him with his glans, leading it back up to Jongho’s rim to push it back in.
As soon as the head of Mingi’s cock slips in, Jongho moans, voice breaking in the middle of it, one of his hands flying out to grasp at his hyung’s forearm, holding it so tightly his veins show.
“Please,” he rasps out, already tearing up again, not even caring about how pathetic he looks, not when he’s so desperate to have that cock inside of him and cum while it’s in his guts, plowing through his sloppy, fucked out hole.
Mingi only has the head in and Jongho is already begging, whining to have Mingi inside him fully, already practically delirious with his desire.
Mingi, already pent up enough himself, doesn’t bother with teasing Jongho any further and obeys his wishes, slamming himself deep inside, the cum and lube squelching as he fucks into Jongho’s loosened up messy hole.
“You’re so wrecked, baby,” he murmurs into Jongho’s ear, tongue flicking out to caress the lobe, sucking it into his mouth as he rocks his hips against Jongho’s ass, pressing his cock against his prostate, making him cry out louder, tears welling up at his waterline.
Mingi is clearly very worked up already, showing his lack of patience in his rough, mindless thrusts, skin slapping against skin, Seonghwa’s and Wooyoung’s mixed cum churning around his cock, smearing over the base of his cock and Jongho’s buttocks.
Jongho isn’t going to last much longer either, his whole body tingling with the onslaught of pleasure, his prostate stimulated with each of Mingi’s thrusts, causing his cock to leak over his tummy, just adding to the mess he already is.
“’m close, are you close?”
Jongho nods, pawing at Mingi’s shoulders to pull him down to him, pressing their fronts together and letting their lips collide, licking into each other’s mouths with plenty of desperation and not much finesse.
A hand sneaks between their tummies and down to Jongho’s cock, mostly just brushing over it than actually properly jerking it, but it’s still more than enough for Jongho’s already wrecked self.
He sobs into Mingi’s mouth, legs wrapping around his own, back arching the tiniest bit it’s allowed to with Mingi on top of him, and he comes, staining their tummies and Seonghwa’s hand alike, whining and trembling the entire time, spots dancing in his vision when he opens his eyes again after squeezing them closed desperately.
It feels like it will never end, waves upon waves of pleasure wracking up and down his spine, until he’s milked dry. He trembles when he finally slumps back down, gasping for breath as he lies there, boneless, allowing Mingi to chase his own orgasm in his ass, even when each drag of his cock in Jongho’s guts feels like way too much.
Finally, with a deep groan against the skin of Jongho’s neck, Mingi cums, slamming his cock deep inside and filling him with more cum, hands grasping Jongho’s hips so tight, it’s almost certain to bruise, though Jongho hardly complains, moaning weakly at the pulsing of Mingi’s cock inside him, adoring the thought of being full of his hyungs’ cum, even if it will leak right out of his sloppy hole once he finally gets his limbs to obey and move.
Two orgasms later, he feels exhausted, practically melting into the sofa where he’s been left as Mingi finally catches his breath and pulls out, his big cock sliding out of Jongho’s hole with a wet noise, a trail of cum following it, leaking down his crack despite the clenching Jongho is doing to keep it inside.
Jongho whines, a call for attention rather than a sign of any actual distress, glancing at his hyungs with his big round shiny eyes, pushing his lower lip out in a pout, lashes fluttering sweetly.
“Aw, someone’s being needy,” Seonghwa comments, reaching his clean hand out to pet Jongho’s head gently, smiling when the younger man leans into it.
Wooyoung joins them soon after, coming in with baby wipes to clean up the worst of the mess on Jongho’s tummy, then gently pushing at his legs, urging him to lift them up so that he can clean up around his sticky, puffy hole.
When Jongho finally pushes his legs up to his chest, exposing his hole, Wooyoung clicks his tongue at the sight.
“You’re so fucked out down here, darling, so loose and messy, whatever will we do with you, hm?”
He says it in that sugar-sweet tone of his, the one that he reserves for cooing at someone sweetly, the one that sounds so lovely no matter what the filth he’s actually spouting is.
Jongho whines quietly, goosebumps popping up on his skin when the wet wipe gently pats around his rim, cleaning up the sticky mess of cum and lube. He yawns a little, eyelids fluttering, tiredness taking over his body, legs coming back down to stretch on the sofa as soon as Wooyoung releases him, eyes slowly closing against his will.
“C’mon, Jongho-ya, you can’t sleep here, let’s get you to bed.”
Jongho just shakes his head petulantly, curling up comfortably, even if he knows it’d be much better in a soft bed and under a blanket, with no gross wet spots underneath his body, but his tiredness takes precedence over his comfort and so, despite his hyungs’ pleading, Jongho drifts off, sleep filled with sweet soft cotton candy dreams, even with the random appearance of Hongjoong whisper-yelling about jealousy and cum-stained sofas…
Dreams were just weird like that.