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“Where’d you even find the tape?” Hyukjae asked, ignoring Jungsoo’s pitched whines as his legs were spread and tied down. The black tape only made his skin look paler, wrapped around his ankles and wrists.
“In Heechul hyung’s kit,” Siwon said, looking only a little ashamed. Hyukjae whistled, grinning when Jungsoo twitched at the sensation of his hand trailing along his thigh. He was always so sensitive.
“I didn’t think you had it in you, Siwon ah,” he said, pinching the skin of Jungsoo’s thigh gently. This elicited a drawn-out moan from Jungsoo, who thrashed a little on the bed, his head tipping back to expose his throat.
“Heechul hyung’s going to be so upset he’s missing this,” Donghae mused from where he was watching from the beanbag. “We should take a video for him.”
Jungsoo groaned from the bed, a full body shudder wracking through him before he stilled at Siwon’s touch. Always the gentleman, Siwon stroked his cheek tenderly, brushing away sweaty locks of hair from Jungsoo’s forehead.
“Is that okay, hyung?” he asked. “Can we tape you?”
Jungsoo groaned again, leaning into his touch before he gave a sharp nod.
“I’ll set it up,” Donghae said eagerly, already scrambling for the equipment. “God, hyung, you look so good.”
“You’ll inflate his ego,” Hyukjae scolded when Jungsoo preened. He slapped a hand down over Jungsoo’s thigh and Jungsoo flinched, shuddering when Hyukjae traced fingers over the sore spot.
“He knows he looks good anyway,” Siwon pointed out as he stroked Jungsoo’s hair.
“Ah, Hyukjae’s just jealous because he’s mistaken for me all the time,” Jungsoo said breathily, his lips curling into a cocky grin that made Hyukjae want to slap and kiss him at the same time. He did neither, reaching for the remote that he had been hiding surreptitiously under his leg.
“A–ah!” Jungsoo yelped when the buzzing started, his body arching off the bed. He trembled from head to toe, squirming and tugging at the tape that held his hands useless above his head.
“You’re talking too much,” Hyukjae informed him as Jungsoo writhed on the bed, helpless with pleasure. “Heechul hyung told me that he’s quietest during sex.”
They all fell silent for a long moment, watching as Jungsoo squirmed, emitting little hitched cries from his throat as the vibrator inside him grew in intensity. His skin glowed, shiny with sweat and Hyukjae could see now why the fans went mad whenever Jungsoo took off his shirt during their Bonamana performances. Jungsoo made a tiny whine, his abs clenching as he strained against his bonds and Hyukjae could not resist splaying his hand out over them, tracing the ridged lines of muscle.
“Hah– ah!” Jungsoo cried when Hyukjae let his hand trail up to his nipple, tweaking it hard. He convulsed once on the bed and Hyukjae reached immediately for the remote. “Ah, ah– ah!”
The buzzing cut out immediately and Jungsoo collapsed onto the bed, trembling violently. His face was so flushed it looked as if he had drunk an entire bottle of soju on his own.
“You’re so pretty, hyung,” Siwon murmured from the other side of the bed, his eyes fixed on Jungsoo’s quivering body. “Can I kiss you?”
Hyukjae had to resist the urge to roll his eyes when Jungsoo nodded jerkily, flicking the on switch of the remote before Siwon could move. Jungsoo cried out, every muscle in his body seizing as he arched off the bed, toes curling. He made such a beautiful sight with his back bowed like a violin string that if Hyukjae could paint, he would have wanted to paint him.
“Hyuk– Hyukjae– ah! I’m– ah!”
Before he could finish his sentence, Hyukjae flicked off the vibrator and Jungsoo dropped back down, sagging onto the bed like a wilting flower. His hair was matted to his forehead, the strands darkened by his sweat and there were crescent marks on his palms from his nails digging in.
“How long do you think you can last, hyung?” Hyukjae asked conversationally, moving to make room as Donghae came to sit on the bed. He had his hand halfway down his pants, his eyes blown wide as he watched Jungsoo struggle against the tape holding him down. Hyukjae turned his head, kissing him gently on the cheek when Donghae leaned his head against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around Donghae’s waist, sliding his hand into his pants to grope at his bulge. Donghae stiffened, a low groan spilling from his lips as Hyukjae palmed him leisurely.
Siwon shook his head at him, bending over to kiss Jungsoo, so sweetly and tenderly that Hyukjae almost wanted to look away. Jungsoo’s eyes closed and he melted into the kiss, turning into a puddle as Siwon cradled his head with a gentle hand. Hyukjae felt obliged to not ruin the moment for him this time, entertaining himself by snapping the waistband of Donghae’s boxers. Donghae jerked, twitching away.
“Ya!” he yelped and Siwon raised his head, narrowing his eyes at them. “That hurt!”
Hyukjae did it again; he had to, on principle and Donghae squirmed away, swatting at him. Siwon chuckled from his position hovering over Jungsoo and Jungsoo heaved a sigh.
“Don’t tease him,” he said, long suffering and Hyukjae reached for the remote at once. “Ah–!”
“You’re so petty, Hyukjae ah,” Siwon said when Jungsoo arched again, his hips grinding down. It would do very little, considering his position, but Hyukjae had fun watching anyway.
“He really is quieter during sex,” he said instead, tucking his chin over Donghae’s shoulder when Donghae came to settle back against him.
“Mm hm.” Donghae grabbed his hand, tucking it into his pants and Hyukjae chuckled, obliging. The sound of a phone ringing caught all of their attention and Hyukjae reached over to answer it, ignoring Donghae’s whine.
“Ya, Lee Donghae, you little brat!” came Heechul’s voice on the other end. He sounded breathless, as if he had been running. Or as if he had been doing some other kind of exercise. “You can’t send that kind of thing to me while I’m at work!”
Donghae laughed, burying his face into Hyukjae’s shoulder. Jungsoo chose this moment to let out a pitiful whine, twisting his head towards Hyukjae pleadingly.
“Please,” he gasped. “I want– Please let me–.”
Hyukjae flicked the vibrator off and Jungsoo let out the most pathetic mewl that had Siwon moving to fuss over him.
“Jesus, you’re really doing a number on him,” Heechul said, his laugh deeper than usual. “Fuck, I wish I could be there.”
“We’re taping it for you, hyung,” Donghae answered, his breaths hitching as Hyukjae continued his motions, slowly jerking him off. “You can watch– nngh! When you get back.”
“Are you fucking right now?” Heechul asked, a note of disbelief evident in his tone. “You answered my call while you’re having sex?”
“Not fucking– Hyukjae’s helping– nngh!” Donghae cut himself off and Heechul’s laughter was only mildly hysterical.
“I didn’t think you had it in you, Lee Donghae,” he said. “Did you steal my tape?”
“Siwon did,” Donghae managed, earning himself a glare from Siwon, who had managed to drag himself away from Jungsoo long enough to pay attention to the conversation.
“Ma ssi?! I bet he blushed the entire time he went through my kit,” Heechul cackled and Siwon rolled his eyes, thumbing over the corner of Jungsoo’s mouth before sitting up. “It looks good on him. Though I already knew that.”
Jungsoo blushed furiously at that comment, avoiding all of their stares. He tugged at the tape again, squirming as if they were going to let him out anytime soon after that admission.
“Shut up, Heechul.”
“Oh, don’t act so virginal, Jungsoo ya,” Heechul said. “You like that tape so much.”
“Kim Heechul, I’m going to kill– ah!”
Hyukjae turned the vibrator on again, and Jungsoo’s words melted into a moan. Heechul’s cackling on the other end truly sounded as if he had turned into a witch. It made all of them laugh, even as Siwon returned to fussing over Jungsoo as he was wont to do. Hyukjae turned up the vibrator, just to hear Jungsoo attempt to muffle his moans as he strained. Donghae whined and Hyukjae dropped the remote, turning his attention onto him. Jungsoo’s mewling faded into background noise as he focused on getting Donghae off, one leisurely stroke at a time. Donghae arched off the bed, doe eyes squeezed shut as Hyukjae thumbed over his foreskin. His hips jerked in time with every stroke, and he was clutching at the sheets hard enough to tear.
“M’ close,” he whimpered, his arms shaking and Hyukjae chuckled, shifting so that he could plant a wet kiss onto Donghae’s shoulder. He let his free hand trail up along Donghae’s abs, marveling at the amount of effort it must have taken for Donghae to sculpt his body before tweaking a dark nipple. Donghae yelped, throwing his head back and Hyukjae leaned in to bite his shoulder.
“Want to come?” he asked huskily. “Or do you wanna wait?”
“Wanna come,” Donghae panted. “Can’t wait any longer–!”
“Okay. But you still have to fuck hyung later.” Hyukjae turned Donghae’s head gently, smirking into his shoulder when Donghae’s cock jumped in his hand at the sight of Jungsoo still deep in the throes of seeking his pleasure.
Donghae’s moan reverberated through his body when Hyukjae brought him over the edge. His body went taut like a violin string, muscles spasming as he spilled all over Hyukjae’s hand and himself.
Hyukjae flicked the vibrator off before Jungsoo could follow, wiping his hand on the sheets with a grin at Jungsoo’s wail of disappointment.
Settling himself against Jungsoo’s side, he pressed his mouth against the jut of Jungsoo’s hipbone, mouthing wet kisses over his skin. Jungsoo shuddered, squirming as if he was torn between wanting to move into the kisses or away.
He was immediately distracted by Siwon tugging off his shirt, muscles rippling under the dim light. Siwon’s lips curled when he met Jungsoo’s eyes, as if he knew just how much he was affecting him and Hyukjae had to admit that he did look pretty sexy doing that. Jungsoo tugged at the tapes, his lips parting as he strained upwards, grinding himself against Siwon as Siwon straddled him. Hyukjae sat up, feeling oddly like a third wheel as Siwon leaned down to kiss Jungsoo. There was always such a look of admiration on Siwon’s face whenever he looked at Jungsoo that made Hyukjae tingle a little.
“Siwon is so whipped,” Donghae murmured into his ear and Hyukjae hummed, turning around to kiss his cheek.
“They’re cute together.”
As if he had heard him, Siwon cupped a big hand around Jungsoo’s cheek, deepening the kiss until Jungsoo was rutting up against him, panting like a dog in heat.
Hyukjae flicked on the vibrator again and Jungsoo yelped, his moans trapped by Siwon’s lips. Siwon groaned, dipping his face to suck a mark into Jungsoo’s throat. When he pulled away, Hyukjae could see a purplish bruise, stark on Jungsoo’s pale skin, ringed with teeth marks.
Siwon moved away from Jungsoo’s neck to his shoulder, making little marks on his skin as Jungsoo writhed, back arched and tiny whimpers slipping from his lips. Jungsoo was shaking by the time Siwon made it to his collarbones, sucking more bruises that were sure to stay. His thighs quivered when Hyukjae pressed his mouth against his hip again, biting just hard enough for him to cry out. Donghae had recovered enough from his orgasm to settle near Jungsoo’s head, absently toying with his nipples. Every little scratch made Jungsoo jump, and his gaze sent shivers of pleasure down Hyukjae’s spine.
“Please.” Jungsoo’s eyes were glazed over as he tugged weakly on his bonds. “Please, can I–? Please.”
“Can he?” Siwon echoed as he smoothed away the sweaty locks of hair sticking to Jungsoo’s forehead. “I think you’ve edged him for long enough, Hyukjae ah.”
Hyukjae raised his eyebrows, fingers hovering threateningly over the remote control and Jungsoo inhaled sharply, shaking his head. Donghae pressed kisses against Jungsoo’s cheek, letting his hands fall away from Jungsoo’s nipples.
“How long has it been?” Hyukjae asked and Jungsoo’s voice was hoarse when he answered.
“Hours.”
“Don’t be dramatic, hyung,” Hyukjae said, as Donghae rolled off the bed to check the camera. “Or I’ll edge you for another hour.”
“No–!” Jungsoo cried, whimpering when the vibrator buzzed down, threateningly low and he ground his hips down fruitlessly. His fingers clenched into fists, and he moaned aloud when Hyukjae turned the vibrator back up.
“It’s been nearly an hour,” Donghae reported dutifully, returning to settle at the foot of the bed. “I think we can let him cum now.”
“Oh, thank god,” Jungsoo moaned, stretching upwards as Siwon leaned down to kiss him again. “I’m going to kill you the second I get out of these, Lee Hyukjae.”
Hyukjae raised his eyebrows as he upped the intensity on the vibrator till it was at its highest setting. Jungsoo’s whines and moans grew in volume until he was mostly incoherent, babbling nonsense as he writhed on the bed, toes curling, back arching.
“You’re not making your case very well,” Hyukjae commented as he palmed himself. “I’m even less inclined to let you out now, hyung.”
Siwon shot him a pointed look, and Hyukjae stuck out his tongue. He rubbed himself leisurely as Jungsoo shook and convulsed.
“M’ close– oh fuck, oh fuck!” Jungsoo wailed when Siwon closed his hand around his throbbing cock, helpfully bringing him over the edge of his cresting orgasm. His eyes rolled back as he came with a cry that Hyukjae was sure the neighbors could hear, spilling white all over his belly and the sheets.
Siwon milked him through it, tugging at his cock until he collapsed, utterly spent. Hyukjae smirked, shaking his head.
“Give him a minute,” Siwon warned when he got up, as if he had read Hyukjae’s thoughts.
“Yeah,” Donghae chimed in. “Hyung is old now.”
“Brat,” Jungsoo panted, turning to bite at Donghae’s thigh. “I’ll show you old.”
Hyukjae chose that moment to brush his fingers over Jungsoo’s soft cock and Jungsoo twitched, a hiss escaping his lips.
“Hyukjae,” Siwon reprimanded. “He needs a bit longer than that.”
Hyukjae licked his lips, teasingly trailing his fingers over Jungsoo’s cock despite Siwon’s words and Jungsoo’s fingers closed into fists as he strained to get away, hips swaying. He was practically asking for it.
“Hyung said he’d show me that he wasn’t old,” Hyukjae said innocently, moving his hand away when Siwon opened his mouth. Jungsoo shuddered when he touched the inside of his thigh lightly, stroking over the sensitive skin.
“Ah– not there!” Jungsoo yelped when Hyukjae scratched him, his chest pushing out as he struggled to move away from Hyukjae’s wandering hand. Donghae seized his chance, dipping his head down to mouth at Jungsoo’s chest. Hyukjae could not see what he was doing, or Jungsoo’s face with Donghae’s body in the way, but Jungsoo squealed and his body trembled.
“Lee Donghae, you– ah!”
His thighs quivered, and Hyukjae could not resist dipping down to press his mouth against firm muscle. He bit down and Jungsoo whined, thrashing on the bed as he tried to get away. Hyukjae flung an arm over his hips and forced him back down, sucking hard until Jungsoo made a noise of complaint.
“Hurts,” he whimpered and Hyukjae ignored him, starting on another bite. Jungsoo squirmed, making little ah ah sounds as Hyukjae and Donghae worked him over, teasing and marking him with their teeth and tongues. His cock was starting to fill again, and it delighted Hyukjae. He closed a hand around it and Jungsoo jerked violently, a cry spilling from his lips.
“Fuck– ah!”
“Too soon, hyung?” Siwon asked, immediately worried.
“He can take it,” Hyukjae said, dismissive but Siwon ignored him, his attention wholly focused on Jungsoo’s face.
“Hyung, is it really okay?”
“Ye– nngh! Ah, ah!” Jungsoo moaned, the sound muffled under Donghae’s body.
“Do you want him first, Siwon ah?” Hyukjae asked, lifting his head from Jungsoo’s thighs. “Since you haven’t come yet.”
“You haven’t either,” Siwon said, stroking Jungsoo’s forehead once Donghae had rolled away.
“I want Siwon last,” Jungsoo panted. “He’s gentle, unlike you two brats.”
“And he’s big too,” Donghae said helpfully, and Siwon blushed, hiding his face in the crook of Jungsoo’s neck. Jungsoo turned his head to kiss him, yelping when Hyukjae stroked him again.
“I’ll go first then,” Hyukjae said, reaching for a condom. Jungsoo grimaced when he wiggled the vibrator out of him, clenching weakly and Hyukjae could not help but slide a finger inside just to tease him. Jungsoo tipped his head back with a moan, the tendons in his ankles showing as he strained against the tape.
The sheets were rumpled, crinkled up where Jungsoo had dug his heels in an effort to get free. Hyukjae smoothed them out absently as he fingered Jungsoo, tracing his rim so slowly that Jungsoo let out a whine of protest.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” he panted, yanking at the tape that held his hands above his head and Hyukjae grinned, pulling his cock out of his pants. He let the head graze over Jungsoo’s thighs, enjoying the way he shivered and made delicious noises of want.
“Fucking hell, Lee Hyukjae,” Jungsoo gasped when Hyukjae finally dripped lube over his cock. The liquid dribbled down between his legs, striking Jungsoo’s heated skin. “It’s cold!”
“It’ll warm up in a minute,” Hyukjae said, too distracted by Jungsoo’s clenching entrance to come up with a better quip. He grasped Jungsoo’s thighs, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of firm muscle beneath his hands before he pushed.
“Ah–! That–ah! Hyukjae, I’m not– not that flexible– ah–!” Jungsoo protested, his face turning pink as Hyukjae spread his legs as far as they would go. His hole winked at him and Hyukjae took himself in hand, carefully lining himself up.
“Fuck!” he moaned as he pushed in, Jungsoo writhing beneath him. Between Siwon’s weight and Donghae’s hands on his shoulders, Jungsoo could not go far. “Fuck, you’re still so tight, hyung!”
“Loosen him up for Siwon,” Donghae advised, his smile wicked as he toyed with a strand of Jungsoo’s sweat damp hair. “Fuck him well.”
“Where’d you learn to say things like that?” Siwon asked, eyes wide in bewilderment as he rolled off Jungsoo. Donghae stuck out his tongue playfully, barely able to move away from Jungsoo before Siwon pounced on him.
“Does Siwon like it when Donghae talks dirty?” Hyukjae mused as he rocked into Jungsoo, his thrusts lazy. Jungsoo opened his mouth to speak but cut himself off on a moan when Hyukjae fucked into him hard, punching the air out of his lungs.
Siwon was flushed all the way up to his ears, his face turned away from Donghae. Donghae sprawled out on top of him, mouth pressed close to the shell of his ear as he murmured, voice so low that Hyukjae could not hear whatever he was saying. Whatever it was, it had the effect of making Siwon blush redder, which Hyukjae was immensely proud of.
“Ya, pay attention to me,” Jungsoo whined. “Why are you looking over there?”
“Attention whore,” Hyukjae scolded, slapping Jungsoo’s thigh hard enough that Jungsoo jumped, a curse spilling from his lips.
“What– you’re supposed to be fucking me– ah!”
“I. Am. Fucking you,” Hyukjae said, punctuating each word with a hard thrust that sent Jungsoo’s body jostling up on the bed. Jungsoo’s expression melted into one of ecstasy, his fingers curling around the tape holding his wrists together as if he let go, he would float away. Hyukjae bent over, pressing his mouth to Jungsoo’s collarbones. He always looked so alluring when they were exposed and Hyukjae had been reining in his urge to bite them for a long time now.
“Ah– ow! What are you, an animal?” Jungsoo gasped when Hyukjae sucked a bruise onto his collarbones. The makeup artist noonas were going to have a field day trying to cover up all those marks. He writhed and Hyukjae set his arm across his throat, only intending to hold him still. But Jungsoo froze, and his eyes rolled back, chin tipping up when Hyukjae put pressure on his neck.
“Oh,” Hyukjae murmured, a sly grin dancing across his lips. “Oh, Hyung, you’re kinky. Is this why you like wearing chokers so much?”
Jungsoo’s ears turned red and he struggled, trying to turn his head away, but Hyukjae pushed down again. He gasped, eyes growing wide, but Hyukjae felt his cock jump and drool precum onto his stomach.
“Be careful,” Siwon cautioned as he rolled over, Donghae wrapped up in his arms. “You don’t want to cave in his throat.”
Hyukjae let go, heat pooling in his belly when Jungsoo gasped for air, his eyes glazed over. Siwon climbed over Donghae, picking his way over to Jungsoo.
“Like this,” he said, wrapping a big hand around Jungsoo’s pale neck. “You squeeze the sides. Don’t press down.”
Jungsoo’s eyes rolled back in his head as his survival instincts kicked in and he began to struggle in earnest. His lips parted as he gasped, kicking and straining against his bonds. Siwon let go and he sagged, eyes closing as he panted, his cheeks as flushed as a rose.
“Hyung’s pretty,” Donghae noted from where he had been watching quietly from the side. “So, so pretty.”
Jungsoo preened at the compliment, his eyes fluttering open. Hyukjae stroked a lock of hair away from his cheekbone, bracing himself against his shoulders.
“Nngh– ah!” Jungsoo moaned when he fucked into him in earnest, nailing his prostate with every thrust. Hyukjae curled one hand around Jungsoo’s throat, trying to remember how Siwon had done it. Whatever he was doing seemed to be working as every muscle in Jungsoo’s body locked up and he began to struggle again, wrists tugging at the tapes so hard that Hyukjae was beginning to see imprints on his skin.
He let go and Jungsoo collapsed onto his back, gasping for air.
“That’s good,” Siwon murmured absently, his eyes fixed on a bead of sweat rolling down Jungsoo’s face. “He likes that.”
“Kinky,” Hyukjae breathed, grinning when Jungsoo’s cheeks flushed redder.
“Shut up,” he retorted, breathy and it made Hyukjae want to kiss him. So he did, sealing their mouths together in a kiss that dragged all the remaining air out of Jungsoo’s lungs. Jungsoo’s lashes trembled when Hyukjae pulled away, and he stretched up, eyes still closed as if trying to beg Hyukjae to come back without words.
Hyukjae kissed him again, softer this time and Jungsoo blinked open his eyes, lips curving into that alluring smile that always made Hyukjae’s heart skip a beat.
He thumbed over Jungsoo’s plush bottom lip, heat boiling through his veins when Jungsoo licked his finger, mouthing at his thumb with a coy smile. Hyukjae growled, pulling his thumb out of Jungsoo’s mouth before dipping his head. Jungsoo’s little gasp sent pleasure rocketing through him when he bit down beside the mark Siwon had made on Jungsoo’s throat, Jungsoo tightening around him. When he pushed his thumb back into Jungsoo’s mouth, Jungsoo sucked hard and Hyukjae pinned his tongue down, holding his jaw with one hand.
“Next time we should gag you,” he said absently and Jungsoo’s eyes widened.
“Aamh– mmph!”
“He’d hate that,” Donghae said with a grin. He had crawled back to join them, nestling his head in the crook of Jungsoo’s neck. It was almost absent minded, the way he gnawed at Jungsoo’s shoulder. “Hyung, can I get a kiss? You’ve kissed everyone but me now.”
Hyukjae pulled his hand out of Jungsoo’s mouth and Jungsoo turned, obliging. Hyukjae carded a hand through his hair, tugging him away once Donghae had his fill. Jungsoo squirmed, but between the ties and speared on Hyukjae’s cock, there was really nowhere else to go. Hyukjae pulled his head back, exposing the marks on his throat and Jungsoo’s bobbing Adam’s apple. A pink tongue flicked out to moisten his lips and Hyukjae’s blood heated even more.
“Ah– ow!” Jungsoo yelped when he pulled his head back even more, trembling when Hyukjae dipped down to mouth at the mark Siwon had left on his neck. “Ah– hhngh!”
Hyukjae thrust in and hard, ramming into Jungsoo until he was squirming and sobbing, held taut between the ties and his hand in his hair.
“Yah, go easy on him,” Siwon scolded, swatting Hyukjae’s hand. Hyukjae let go and Jungsoo’s head dropped back, eyes screwing shut as Hyukjae fucked him so hard he forgot how to speak.
Hyukjae knew he was close when he arched, a pitched scream issuing from his lips. Jungsoo yanked hard on his bonds, his entire body going rigid. His toes curled and Hyukjae almost felt bad when he reached down, closing a hand around the base of his cock. Almost.
“Fuck!” Jungsoo shrieked, twisting and struggling so hard that Hyukjae was afraid he might actually wrest free. “You asshole– fuck–! I was so close– ah!”
“It’s for your own good, hyung,” Hyukjae reasoned, his breathing heavy as he held on tight, his hips jackrabbiting again Jungsoo’s ass. “You’ll be too overstimulated to take both Donghae and Siwon if you come again.”
Jungsoo shook his head viciously, near tears as Hyukjae chased his own orgasm.
“I’m never letting you do this to me again,” he sobbed, throwing his head back when Hyukjae finally came, spilling hot cum into him. “You’re such a dick.”
“Hyung doesn’t mean that,” Donghae murmured as he smoothed away a lock of sweat damp hair on Jungsoo’s face. “You like us too much.”
“Not anymore!” Jungsoo howled when Hyukjae pulled out of him, giving his cock a final squeeze. “You can all go to hell.”
“Don’t be like that, hyung,” Donghae whined, peppering Jungsoo’s face with kisses despite his best efforts to squirm away. “Look, you’ve upset Siwon.”
Siwon was nosing up against Jungsoo’s cheekbone with an expression the equivalent of a kicked puppy. Hyukjae always knew that Jungsoo was soft on them, and his theory was proven true when Jungsoo endured only a few moments longer of both Donghae and Siwon clamoring for kisses before he turned his head and pecked them both gently on their cheeks. Donghae, being the absolute baby that he was, immediately nudged Siwon out of the way so that he could get a proper kiss.
“Should we get him some water?” Siwon asked once Donghae had his fill. “He’s sweating a lot.”
“Good workout,” Hyukjae joked as he flopped down onto the other side of the bed. His legs were basically jelly and he did not have the strength to get up.
“I’ll go,” Donghae said, giving Jungsoo one last kiss on his forehead. “Hyung’s heart might give out if I fuck him again this soon.”
That earned him a weak glare from Jungsoo but he did not refute as Donghae clambered off the bed and disappeared out of the room. While he was gone, Siwon took his place beside Jungsoo’s head, gently massaging his arms and shoulders with his big hands.
“You’re going to be so sore tomorrow, hyung,” he said quietly, kissing Jungsoo’s taped up wrist.
“Mmm,” Jungsoo hummed. “And I can’t even book a massage because the masseuse will definitely think something’s wrong.”
He gestured vaguely at the marks littered all over his body and Hyukjae had to suppress a chuckle. Jungsoo heard him however, turning his head to glare.
“Don’t laugh, you asshole. This was your idea.”
“You like it,” Hyukjae retorted, crawling over to poke Jungsoo in his side. Jungsoo twitched, and it was very satisfying to know that he could not get away. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it when all our attention is on you.”
Jungsoo’s ears turned red, and he turned his head away. Siwon laughed, bending over to kiss him on the nose.
“Our attention seeker hyung,” he said fondly, brushing away the bangs that were sticking to Jungsoo’s forehead. Jungsoo kissed his fingertips when they darted over his mouth and the gesture made Siwon’s eyes darken. He leaned over, closing his mouth over Jungsoo’s lips in a deep kiss that had Jungsoo panting. He strained against his bonds when Siwon made to pull away, a low whine spilling from his lips and Siwon kissed him again, groaning against his mouth.
Hyukjae rolled his eyes at the display, turning over onto his back just in time for Donghae to wander back in.
“Aw,” he said, setting down the water glass and bottles. “Is Siwon taking my spot?”
“No,” Siwon breathed when he yanked his head up. “I’ll go last. Hyung just wanted kisses.”
“You’re disgusting,” Hyukjae informed him, laughing when Siwon scrambled to hit him. “So mushy.”
“Yah, don’t fight,” Jungsoo scolded, out of breath. “I want water.”
Hyukjae reclined happily against the headboard as he watched Donghae feed the straw to Jungsoo. He was starting to fall into the floaty feeling he always had after an orgasm, and the world felt so soft and comfortable, it felt as if he was lying in a cloud.
Jungsoo dropped his head back once he had drained the glass and then yelped when Donghae pressed the cold glass teasingly against one of his nipples. He jerked, squirming when Donghae let the glass trail down to his navel.
“It’s cold, Lee Donghae!” Jungsoo cried, kicking out helplessly when Donghae flicked water at the crease between his thigh and body.
He replaced the glass with his mouth and Jungsoo moaned, the muscles in his arms tensing as Donghae kissed his way down to his knee. His abs flexed when Donghae stroked along his calves, so delicately that it felt that feathers trailing over his skin. Jungsoo twitched, a laugh escaping him before Donghae spread his legs. The laugh turned into a whine when Donghae dripped more lube down the crack of his ass, and liberally coated his own cock.
“Do you really need that much?” Siwon asked, amazed. He was palming himself leisurely, leaning back against Hyukjae, his head almost entirely in Hyukjae’s lap. Hyukjae had one hand carded through his hair, absentmindedly petting him.
“Donghae likes it wet,” he snickered and Donghae went red.
“Shut up,” he said roughly, pushing Jungsoo’s legs apart. Jungsoo yelped again, squirming.
“Yah, don’t take it out on me!” he whimpered when Donghae took himself in hand. Donghae pushed in and Jungsoo’s back arched off the mattress, Donghae’s grunt echoing in the room. Hyukjae wrinkled his nose at the wet squelch of lube that followed as Donghae began to fuck in and out of Jungsoo, rolling over onto his side to watch.
“Uhh– ah!” Jungsoo moaned, the veins in his neck popping as he struggled to hold himself steady under the onslaught. Donghae moved like a machine, his hips thrusting in and out steadily and it made Hyukjae ache in sympathy. Donghae’s stamina was monstrous and once he had come once, he could go on for far too long. Hyukjae twitched when something poked at his groin and he looked down to see Siwon mouthing at his cock.
“What, you wanna suck me off?” he asked, sitting up against the headboard, and Siwon took the tip of his slowly hardening cock into his mouth in answer.
“Good boy,” Hyukjae said, half joking. Siwon’s eyes blew wide and Hyukjae jerked back in shock. He was discovering so many new things about his bandmates today. Sliding his hand into Siwon’s hair, he pulled gently and Siwon went willingly, until Hyukjae’s cock hit the back of his throat.
He knew exactly what he was doing when he looked up at Hyukjae through his lashes, the sight sending a thrill of pleasure straight through Hyukjae’s belly.
“Fuck,” Hyukjae cursed, tightening his grip on Siwon’s hair. “Does he always look this good sucking cock?”
Jungsoo’s eyes were glazed over, and he could barely form coherent sentences, but he managed to turn his head, the corner of his lip quirked up.
“Always.”
“Fuck.” Hyukjae pulled and Siwon choked, his throat closing around his cock. He was drooling, both hands braced half on Hyukjae’s calf to keep himself from completely face planting into his lap. It was the most undignified Hyukjae had ever seen him, and he loved it. He tugged hard on Siwon’s hair and Siwon spluttered, brows furrowing into a glare as he tried to stop himself from gagging. He retaliated by flattening his tongue over the thick vein on the underside of Hyukjae’s cock, and Hyukjae shuddered, cursing out loud. He let Siwon come up for air before pushing him down again, until Siwon made a muffled protest, nails digging into the meat of his calf.
“Call him a good boy again,” Donghae suggested, his voice hoarse and dripping with appeal. Siwon twitched, and Hyukjae laughed, petting his head as if he was a puppy.
“Do you want Donghae to call you a good boy?” he teased, twirling a strand of Siwon’s hair around his finger. Siwon groaned and the vibrations stoked the heat in Hyukjae’s belly, like oil on a fire.
“Good boy,” Donghae called, his breaths catching in his throat and Hyukjae grabbed a fistful of Siwon’s hair, his back arching when Siwon bobbed his head, eyes blown wide with lust.
“Don’t let him come,” Hyukjae stuttered in warning when he cast his eyes over Jungsoo, who was so deep in the throes of pleasure that he was deaf to the world. Donghae had one arm braced over him, the other hand curled around his waist to hold him steady as he fucked into him.
“We should have stolen Heechul hyung’s cock ring,” Donghae gritted out and Siwon looked up from his fervent sucking, eyes wide. He gagged when Hyukjae thrust into his mouth, blush high as his cheeks hollowed out. Hyukjae forced him down over his cock until his pleasure coiled up in him, tingling all the way through his nerves. He nearly hit his head on the headboard when he dropped his head back, one hand still buried in Siwon’s hair.
“Fuck– I’m close– keep going!”
Siwon’s eyes filled with tears from just how hard Hyukjae was fucking into his mouth, slowly dripping down his face. The sounds were utterly obscene, causing his cheeks to heat when he realised just how debauched he must look. Every coherent thought was punched out of Siwon’s mind when Hyukjae thrust in hard, triggering his gag reflex. He coughed, spluttering when Hyukjae came suddenly with no warning, warm liquid filling his mouth.
“Spit it out,” Hyukjae panted, flopping onto his back. “You don’t have to swallow.”
Siwon wavered before he leaned over, spitting into the water glass that had been lying on its side on the bed.
“Good boy,” Hyukjae murmured sleepily, and Siwon’s cock jumped, making Hyukjae laugh. Siwon wiped at his mouth hurriedly, his cheeks hot. He set the glass on the floor so that no one could knock it over and curled back up on the bed, dropping his head into Hyukjae’s lap so that he could not get up.
When Hyukjae tried to wrap his fingers around his cock, he was batted away.
“You don’t want me to jerk you off?” Hyukjae asked in surprise. “Donghae’s going to take a while.”
They both looked up and Donghae was crouched over Jungsoo, rocking into him so slowly. His mouth was pressed up against Jungsoo’s ear and though Hyukjae could not hear was being said, whatever it was made Jungsoo emit tiny whines and gasps as he writhed.
“I’m good,” Siwon answered, stroking himself. “I’ll wait.”
Jungsoo chose this moment to wail out in discontent when Donghae squeezed him, and they both turned. Jungsoo’s face was flushed all the way down to his chest and he looked as if he might explode as he thrashed against his bonds, Donghae’s arm braced across his chest. Hyukjae was half afraid that Donghae might break Jungsoo’s ribs from just how hard Jungsoo was fighting under him.
“Please just let me cum,” Jungsoo groaned when Donghae finally let him go, too focused on chasing his own pleasure to pay him much attention.
“You’ll be too sensitive,” Hyukjae said, stroking Siwon’s hair gently. “Then Siwon will be left out and he’ll be sad.”
Siwon rolled his eyes, turning over on the bed to nuzzle at Hyukjae’s thigh. He sucked a mark lazily into Hyukjae’s skin, looking blissed out even though he was the only one who had not cum yet.
Jungsoo whined in response, his abs clenching when Donghae fucked into him again, face buried into Jungsoo’s chest.
Hyukjae was content to just watch, slightly dozy until Donghae groaned, the sound muffled into Jungsoo’s collarbones. His body shook once, twice before he was pulling out, much to Jungsoo’s displeasure.
“Aish–! Lee Donghae!” Jungsoo yelped when Donghae spilled white all over his stomach, staining his skin. Donghae ignored him, his expression utterly blissed out as he collapsed, nearly falling face first into the mess on Jungsoo’s stomach. Jungsoo wiggled indignantly, tugging at his ties.
“Clean it up,” he complained, squirming away when Donghae leaned down to kiss him. “Before it dries.”
Donghae smirked and the expression did strange things to Jungsoo’s stomach. He jerked at the tape, and gasped when Donghae bowed his head and licked.
“Donghae!”
Jungsoo yelped, thrashing wildly until Donghae got up on wobbly legs, proceeding to fall down next to him, giggling. Siwon was watching them, utterly hypnotized even as he rolled off the bed.
“Your boyfriend’s whipped, hyung,” Hyukjae quipped when Siwon returned with a wet washcloth and settled down to wipe him down with the most sickening expression on his face. Jungsoo closed his eyes, dropping his head back down onto the pillow. His hair was sticking to his face, and his skin was glowing, as if he had been dipped in oil.
“Siwon’s the best,” he said without opening his eyes and Siwon preened. Hyukjae scoffed, digging a hand into Donghae’s hair when he rolled over to plop his head in his lap.
“I think you didn’t do a good enough job, Hae ah,” he said, stroking his fingers through the strands of Donghae’s dark hair. “He’s still coherent.”
“I’ll get him next time,” Donghae answered breathlessly.
“Yah, I can hear you,” Jungsoo scowled. “There won’t be a next time– mmph!”
Hyukjae looked up just in time to see Siwon seal his lips over Jungsoo’s, shutting him up immediately.
“Do you want it slow, hyung?” Siwon asked, breathy. He stroked himself and Hyukjae saw Jungsoo visibly gulp, his lashes fluttering as he leaned back.
“Anything you want,” he answered, and the sound that he made when Siwon pushed in was enough to make Hyukjae harden again.
“Hyung’s still so tight,” Siwon gritted out and Hyukjae laughed.
“No, you’re just big,” he said and Siwon’s cheeks went red. Jungsoo whined under him and his eyes snapped towards him, attentive. Hyukjae palmed himself leisurely as he watched Siwon rock into Jungsoo slowly, Jungsoo’s fingers white knuckled around the tape. Donghae made a muffled complaint, face pressed into Hyukjae’s thigh. He fumbled with his hand and Hyukjae let him curl fingers around his cock, jerking him off in time to Siwon’s thrusts.
It was strangely intimate, watching Siwon fuck into Jungsoo so gently and Hyukjae wondered briefly if he should even be watching them. But then Siwon leaned down, his lips brushing the curve of Jungsoo’s ear and murmured something. Jungsoo’s back arched, his chest pushing up and Siwon laughed, deep and throaty before he dipped down, mouth closing around one peaked nipple. Jungsoo moaned loudly, trying to push back into Siwon’s thrusts as he sped up.
The sound of Siwon’s hips snapping against Jungsoo’s thighs and ass filled the room, accompanied by the symphony of Jungsoo’s wrecked little moans as he was rocked back and forth, practically a ragdoll in Siwon’s arms. Siwon had his head bowed over him, repeatedly kissing over his clavicle and down to his nipples as he fucked into him so hard that Hyukjae was certain there was no chance that Jungsoo was leaving the bed tomorrow. Jungsoo’s eyes were glazed over when Siwon finally abandoned his chest to kiss him properly, kissing the moans out of his mouth. The bed creaked and Hyukjae had to stifle a laugh when Donghae lurched for him, wide eyed.
“I feel like we shouldn’t be watching this,” he whispered and Hyukjae kissed the top of his head, winding his arm around Donghae’s waist.
“You’re saying that after you just fucked our leader silly?” he asked, thumbing over Donghae’s bottom lip.
“That’s different,” Donghae protested, his cheeks flushing. He waved in Jungsoo’s general direction. “Look at them.”
“They’re hot,” Hyukjae acknowledged, lifting his head just in time to hear Jungsoo moan Siwon’s name, his pitch rising when Siwon dragged his legs into the air, hooking them over his shoulders.
Jungsoo saw stars as the movement drove Siwon deeper inside him. He swore he was rearranging his insides with how deep he was. Experimentally, Jungsoo clenched and was rewarded with a moan, the loudest sound that Siwon had made all night.
“Don’t do that,” Siwon panted, flicking Jungsoo’s nipple gently. “Or I’ll cum too early.”
Jungsoo groaned in response, squirming. But he was utterly helpless when Siwon pressed into him again, trapped in place.
“Oh–! Siwon–ah!” he squealed when Siwon pushed him down with a growl, fucking into him so hard, Jungsoo thought he might have bruises on his ass. Every moan was punched out of him as he struggled to hold himself up against Siwon’s relentless assault.
“Fuck, fuck, oh yes, oh god yes! Right there!” Jungsoo slurred, his eyes rolling back in his head. His toes curled and his back arched off the bed, pushing his chest into Siwon as the orgasm struck him like a freight train and all he saw was a blur, white noise ringing in his ears. Siwon made a guttural sound that punched all the air out of his lungs and Jungsoo could only hold on tight as he fucked into him so hard that his body was lifted off the bed.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Was the first thing Jungsoo heard when the ringing in his ears stopped, and he could see again. There was cum drying on his stomach and the feeling made him wrinkle his nose. Siwon looked up from where he had been braced barely an inch off his body and Jungsoo had never felt such an intense wave of emotion sweep over him before. It must have shown on his face because Siwon was immediately scrambling over to his head, his eyes widening.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, breath brushing over Jungsoo’s ear and Jungsoo shuddered, closing his eyes. He could not form words, but nodding was easy. Siwon cradled his head gently, soothing him with gentle praises that sank into his skin like a warm blanket, dragging away the doubt that often crawled in when he dropped so deep. The world blurred around him and it was easier to focus on just the softness of Siwon’s touches and the low cadence of his voice, holding him tethered to the world.
“Are you back?” Siwon asked after what felt like a million years. Jungsoo swallowed hard, nodding as he came back into awareness. He could hear Donghae and Hyukjae on the other side of the bed, murmuring quietly to each other and it was almost soothing.
Until the door outside beeped and there was a loud clatter followed by heavy footsteps before the door to the bedroom swung open.
Jungsoo turned his head, inhaling sharply. He mourned the quiet night that he might have gotten, curled up in Siwon’s arms the moment he caught sight of Heechul. Heechul was leaning against the door frame, smirking like a Cheshire Cat in a way that sent chills down Jungsoo’s spine.
“Hyung, you’re back,” Donghae said cheerily. Heechul raised a hand, dismissive, before he crossed the room to where Jungsoo was lying on the bed. His eyes were blown so wide that they were mostly just dark as he gazed down at Jungsoo. Jungsoo whimpered softly, barely feeling the pressure when Siwon kissed the top of his head, smoothing away the damp strands of hair sticking to his forehead.
“Are you good for one more round?” Heechul asked, and Jungsoo did not even have the strength to form words. He nodded wearily and Siwon kissed his nose, squeezing his shoulder gently.
“Go easy on him, hyung. He dropped,” he said and Heechul shrugged, pulling off his shirt.
“He never likes it when I’m easy on him,” he commented, shucking off his pants.
Jungsoo cried out when he was grabbed by the hair, his legs pushed the widest they would go. He was powerless to resist as Heechul spread him open, his gaze sharp like a doctor’s scalpel slicing through him.
“Did Siwon fuck you stupid?” Heechul drawled and Jungsoo twitched, a groan spilling out of him when his hair was pulled, sending pinpricks of pain pleasure shooting down his spine. “God, you’re sloppy. You’re leaking, Jungsoo yah.”
A finger danced around his rim and Jungsoo whined, struggling away when Heechul shoved two fingers into him. His cheeks heated at how easily they slid in, with a wet squelch.
“Jeez, you’re loose,” Heechul said, pulling his hand out. “Did you like it?”
Jungsoo answered with another pitiful whine, trying to squirm away when Heechul teased him again, two fingers rubbing at his rim. He was yanked back by his hair, a moan breaking free before he could stop himself.
“I’m talking to you,” Heechul said, his tone sharper now. Jungsoo gasped when his hair was tugged on again, dragging his head back to expose his throat. He struggled, the tapes digging into his wrists.
“Ye– yes,” he stammered, trembling when Heechul forced his head back as far as it would go. Jungsoo could feel the others’ gazes on him, hungry with interest and it made his skin tingle and his cheeks heat even more. He could not decide if he liked that his members were seeing him like this, utterly vulnerable and bending like a willow tree to Heechul’s will.
Heechul hummed in response, dragging a nail down Jungsoo’s throat slowly. Jungsoo trembled, lashes fluttering as Heechul stroked over the corner of his lips.
“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want to use your mouth?” Heechul asked, his voice low and gravelly. He thumbed at Jungsoo’s bottom lip and Jungsoo caught it between his teeth. He flicked his tongue at Heechul’s thumb and swore he saw Heechul’s eyes blow even wider.
“Mouth it is,” Heechul said, pushing his finger into his mouth. Jungsoo choked when his jaw was grabbed and Heechul wasted no time. He pumped himself lazily twice, his cock already fattening as he climbed onto the bed, straddling Jungsoo’s chest. Jungsoo’s mouth watered and he leaned forward before he quite knew what he was doing, prompting a laugh from Heechul.
“Slut,” Heechul said fondly, fisting one hand into Jungsoo’s hair. “Haven’t you taken enough cock today?”
Jungsoo groaned in answer, gagging when Heechul thrust in, hitting the back of his throat. His eyes burned and he had to remember to breathe through his nose.
“He looks like he was made to give head,” Hyukjae commented and Jungsoo’s cheeks heated. He made a grumbling noise of complaint and Heechul merely patted his head, smirking in that insufferable way of his.
“Good boy,” he crooned, lifting his head to meet Siwon’s eyes. Jungsoo could not see Siwon as Heechul thrust in again, prompting him to suck and lick before he choked, but he was certain that if the lights were on, Siwon’s ears would be red.
The head of Heechul’s cock stabbed at the back of his throat and he gagged, swallowing around it. Heechul moaned, taking a fistful of his hair. Pinpricks of pleasure prickled through Jungsoo’s scalp when he tugged, lighting a fire in the pit of his belly. He grasped uselessly at the tapes, scrabbling when Heechul forced him down.
Heechul’s orgasm was silent and without warning. Jungsoo gasped for air when he pulled out, yelping aloud when warmth splattered across his cheek. The tears that had been burning behind his eyes spilled over and he tipped his head back, ignoring the pain that flashed through his skull when Heechul tugged at his hair.
“Yah!” he cried, tugging at his bonds. “Kim Heechul!”
“Sorry.” Heechul did not look very sorry at all as he wiped down Jungsoo’s face with a towel that Siwon handed him with an expression of disapproval.
Jungsoo sighed in relief when the tapes were finally unwound from his wrists, Siwon immediately moving to massage them. He rewarded him with a kiss when he leaned down, Siwon’s face brightening. His arms were solid beneath Jungsoo’s body when he was lifted into the air. He buried his face into Siwon’s shoulder as he was carried into the bathroom, the world a soft blur around him. There was the gentle murmuring of voices, followed by doors clicking shut but that was drowned out when Siwon turned on the tap. Jungsoo’s eyes were slipping shut by the time Siwon shut off the shower-head, lifting him out of the slippery tub.
“Need help?” Heechul asked, his feet slapping on the tiles. Jungsoo turned sleepily, toothbrush still in his mouth and heard him chuckle. Arms wound around his waist and sluggishly, he lifted his head for a kiss. Heechul nuzzled into him and he squirmed, holding a hand up with a muffled protest. Siwon looked up from where he had been rinsing himself off in the shower.
“Hyung should take a shower,” he said, beckoning and Heechul’s eyes gleamed with challenge. He kissed the side of Jungsoo’s head before shedding his shirt. Jungsoo spat out the froth in his mouth and left the bathroom to the sound of Siwon’s low groan being swallowed by Heechul’s mouth.
Siwon did not think he could ever get used to the way Heechul could commandeer a space just by walking into it. He shuddered as a hot mouth attached itself to his bare collarbones, Heechul’s lithe body burning against his skin as he kissed his way down Siwon’s chest and down to his navel.
“Were you waiting for me?” Heechul purred and Siwon did not get a chance to answer before he was kissed so hard that he forgot his own name. Hands groped at his ass and the chill of the shower wall made him shiver even as he trailed his hands along Heechul’s milky thighs.
“Don’t tell Jungsoo,” Heechul whispered and Siwon gasped when he leapt into his arms. It was a thoroughly inelegant dance, trying to navigate the tiny shower space with an armful of horny boyfriend. There was a reason why Jungsoo never let them fuck in the shower, but it was steamy and hot and Siwon felt as if he could not breathe as he lifted Heechul, backing him into the closest wall.
Heechul was utterly memerising to watch, with the shimmer of water droplets trickling over his skin when he tipped his head back, lips parted with pleasure.
Siwon pressed his mouth to his collarbones, fingers gripping Heechul’s thighs to hoist him further up the wall. Heechul’s moan when he let him sink down onto his cock was almost musical in its quality, and Siwon reveled in it, reveled in the scratches Heechul left in his back as he fucked him silly against the wall.
Jungsoo was already dozing off by the time Siwon untangled himself from Heechul and crawled into bed with him. He looked up however, when Siwon snaked his arm under his body, and squirmed away so that Siwon could fit next to him. Siwon kissed his cheek in thanks, shifting until he could nestle his head on the pillow next to him.
Jungsoo shuffled down the bed, groaning as he stretched, muscles and joints popping. He could feel Siwon’s admiring gaze as he relaxed, and it was enough to make him flush.
“Was it good?” Siwon’s voice was low and slurred as he slung an arm over Jungsoo’s waist. Hot breath brushed over Jungsoo’s ear, and he shuddered, turning onto his side to press his face into Siwon’s chest.
“Mmn,” he mumbled. “M’ so sore though.”
“I’m sorry,” Siwon whispered and Jungsoo preened when he felt pressure on the top of his head. “I’ll give you a proper massage tomorrow.”
Jungsoo hummed, noncommittal as he watched the bathroom lights switch off and Heechul emerged. He was just a shadow in the darkness as he crawled into bed, the weight of his arm joining Siwon’s around Jungsoo’s waist. Jungsoo grumbled when he snuggled up against his back, squirming when he felt Heechul’s lips on the back of his neck.
“You’re still wet!” he squealed when water from Heechul’s hair dripped onto his arm. “Go dry your hair.”
“I did,” Heechul said, sitting up. He smoothed a hand down Jungsoo’s arm and Jungsoo looked up with a wrinkle in his brow.
“You’ll get a headache if you sleep with your hair wet,” he scolded. “Dry it more.”
“You just want more time to cuddle with Siwon,” Heechul accused but he got up again after one last kiss to Jungsoo’s neck. Jungsoo stuck his tongue out at his back, burying his face back between Siwon’s firm pecs. Not for the first time, he wished that Siwon would sleep without a shirt.
“What are you doing?” Siwon asked, amused as Jungsoo inhaled deeply, the scent of their shared body wash filling his nostrils. Jungsoo let out a sigh that ruffled Siwon’s shirt and Siwon chuckled. It was ticklish.
“You smell good,” Jungsoo said absently, his words muffled into Siwon’s chest. Siwon laughed, kissing the top of his head again. He carded his fingers through Jungsoo’s hair, fluffy from being freshly washed and dried and Jungsoo let out a deep rumbly sound, not unlike a cat’s purr when he scratched his scalp.
“You sound like Heebum,” Heechul commented, the bed dipping with his weight when he climbed back on. He tugged the covers over them before settling himself against Jungsoo. Jungsoo made a muffled complaint, lifting his face from where it was mashed into Siwon’s chest.
“Stop being mean to me,” he grumbled. “Didn’t you have enough fun earlier calling me names?”
“You know I only do it because you like it,” Heechul said, nuzzling into the back of Jungsoo’s neck. Jungsoo squirmed as he was caged in on both sides, Heechul at his back and Siwon at his front, already dozing off.
“You’re both squashing me,” he grumbled when Heechul threw a leg over his thighs, nearly kicking Siwon in the process.
“You like it when we squash you,” Siwon mumbled, reaching over to tug Heechul closer. Jungsoo yelped when the motion squished him even more into Siwon’s chest.
“Yah, I’m turning into a pancake here,” he scolded and was rewarded with an even bigger squeeze that knocked the rest of the air out of his lungs. “Siwon, you–.”
“Sleep time,” Siwon rumbled, propping himself up to accept a kiss from Heechul. “Shh.”
Heechul huffed out a laugh and shuffled down to nestle his head against Jungsoo’s neck.
“Good night,” he says into Jungsoo’s skin, and Jungsoo shuddered, before settling, lips curling into a fond smile. There was nowhere he would rather be, squashed between the two loves of his life.