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“How many times have you brushed your teeth today?”

Seungmin meets Minho’s eyes in the mirror first, the all-too-familiar catlike gaze boring into him from the doorway. He has his arms crossed, shoulder leant against the doorframe, the only sign of interest indicated in the slight quirk of his eyebrow. 

Seungmin just rolls his eyes, working his toothbrush in circular motions over his teeth, making sure to get into the ridges of his braces. He drops his gaze from Minho’s, going back to scrolling on his phone where it sits on the side of the sink. For a moment he thinks that Minho has lost interest at his dismissal and left to join the others back in the living room.

A hand on his waist startles him and Seungmin yelps, toothpaste spilling from his mouth. His eyes shoot back up to the mirror, scowling at Minho through the reflection. 

“Oh. Messy.” Minho comments, the corners of his mouth tilting up in a twisted satisfaction when Seungmin catches sight of the mix of toothpaste and spit running down his chin, heat flooding his cheeks. He spits the rest of the foamy mess into the sink quickly, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Minho taps his fingers against Seungmin’s waist through his hoodie. “Hyung asked you a question, Seungminnie.”

“We just had dinner.” Seungmin finally answers, composing himself as he washes his toothbrush and drops it back into the toothbrush holder. “I always brush my teeth after dinner.”

“That wasn’t my question.” Minho says, his breath hot against Seungmin’s ear. “Is puppy too dumb to remember what hyung asked?” 

Seungmin’s own breath catches in his throat and he lifts his head slowly, mortified at the way his pupils dilate, the way arousal stirs in the pit of his stomach. He distracts himself by fixing his hair, straightening out the sleeves of his hoodie, anything to put himself back together. 

“No.” He says, cursing the slight tremor in his voice. “I remember. I’ve brushed them four times today.”

Minho makes a contemplative sound before finally releasing Seungmin’s waist, stepping back over to the bathroom door. Seungmin spins around towards him far too quickly for his own liking, his brows furrowed questioningly.

“Let’s go.” Minho says. “You must have missed half of the movie by this point.”

As he turns on his heel and heads back towards the living room, Seungmin finds himself following after him like a lost puppy, the soft padding of his own socked feet audible against the wooden floor. He wonders if that was it, if Minho has already grown bored of messing with him, leaving him with just the twinge of arousal in his gut and the heated embarrassment visible at the tips of his ears. 

The movie is paused when they step back into the living room, the rest of the members strewn across the couch and floor just as they had been when Seungmin pulled himself up from his spot by the armrest, gently moving Chan’s head from his shoulder in the process. Chan now has his cheek resting on said armrest, peering up at them when they enter the room. 

“Took you long enough!” Jisung squawks, his legs splayed out in front of him where he sits on the floor, his hair messy as if someone had been playing with it. Seungmin notices a Minho shaped space on the couch behind him.

“That’s why I said we should pause it.” Changbin comments. He’s exactly where he was when Seungmin left, Felix’s head in his lap and Hyunjin’s on his shoulder. 

“I still think we should have kept it playing.” Jeongin replies, having slotted himself in the small amount of remaining space between Hyunjin and Chan in Seungmin’s absence. “It’s not our fault Seungmin-hyung takes years to brush his teeth.”

“They’re extra clean now.” Minho says, walking around into the space between the couch and television. Seungmin follows after him, assuming that Minho is just going to climb back into his spot behind Jisung, but then he stops with a smirk that makes Seungmin’s insides flip. “Do you guys want to see?”

“What?” Is all that Seungmin can get out before Minho is behind him again with a hand on his jaw, two of his fingers teasing against Seungmin’s bottom lip. The other members begin to straighten up out of curiosity and Seungmin’s eyes flick between them, unsure of where to look. 

“Sure, hyung.” Felix says cheerfully, as if Minho isn’t about to stick his fingers in Seungmin’s mouth like some perverted form of playing dentist. 

When Minho’s fingertips prod at the seam of Seungmin’s lips he opens up on instinct, his heart thumping heavily as he lets Minho run his fingers along the inside of his bottom lip, the backs of his fingernails scraping along his braces. He cringes at the feeling, shifting his weight between his feet, hands frozen at his sides. 

Then Minho pulls his bottom lip down with one finger, two more sinking deeper into his mouth and forcing him to open wider. Minho presses the pads of them against his tongue, saliva pooling in his mouth. The six pairs of eyes watching him darken and humiliation burns hot in Seungmin’s stomach, his throat bobbing as he tries fruitlessly to swallow around Minho’s fingers. 

“Can you see?” Minho asks, far too casual for Seungmin’s liking. 

Hyunjin tilts his head, lips pulled into a pout. “Not really.”

“I want a better look.” Jisung says, pulling himself up from the floor and stepping close enough to Seungmin that their knees brush together. Jeongin and Felix follow quickly behind, the three of them peering at him with a desire that makes Seungmin’s toes curl. 

Jisung slides two more fingers into his mouth without hesitation, and a slick whine escapes Seungmin’s throat. He squeezes his eyes shut when he hears the other members move from the couch, the shadows of their figures just visible behind his eyelids, quivering at the feeling of Jisung rubbing over his molars and across his gums, all while Minho continues to hold his mouth open for them to play with.

Eventually Jisung pulls his fingers out, unceremoniously wiping the backs of them across Seungmin’s cheek. Seungmin’s eyes snap open in horror, but Changbin catches his wrist before he can wipe the wetness off of his face. His whole body burns.

“They do feel pretty clean to me.” Jisung comments with a nonchalant shrug, but all Seungmin can focus on is the wet feeling of Minho rubbing small circles over his tongue, toying with the spit that’s quickly gathering there. He prays desperately that it doesn’t spill over past his lips, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. 

“Maybe Jeongin should check too. His fingers are longer than yours.” Hyunjin says, and when Seungmin follows the sound of his voice he finds him with his chin notched over Jeongin’s shoulder, the same pretty pout decorating his lips. So pretty that Seungmin could almost believe his words held innocent intentions. 

Almost.

“ Oh .” Jeongin breathes, as if the thought never occurred to him until now. He lifts his fingertips to Seungmin’s mouth slowly, brushing his thumb along the wet seam of his bottom lip where Minho is still pulling it down. He stares at Seungmin with those lovely, sparkling eyes of his and Seungmin’s jaw goes slack.

“Good boy.” Minho murmurs by his ear. Thick arousal coils in his stomach.

Jeongin’s fingers slip past his lips slowly, gently caressing the insides of his cheeks at first, and Seungmin nearly forgets the hungry eyes around him as he focuses on Jeongin’s tender gaze, fingertips rubbing soothing circles against the tightness of his braces. 

His entire body jolts when Jeongin slides his fingers all the way down to the back of his tongue. His throat spasms, eyes glittering with tears of betrayal, drool bubbling over his lips and running down his chin. Jeongin pulls his fingers out before pressing them back in and Seungmin gags again, a garbled sound following after. Spit continues to pool from his mouth, dripping onto his hoodie, and hot shame curls in his underbelly.

“Seungminnie’s so messy, he’s drooling all over himself.” Felix says, his voice syrupy sweet. Seungmin’s hand twitches in Changbin’s grip, brushing over the growing hardness in his shorts. His wide eyes snap to Changbin’s face.

“ Hyung -” He tries to say around the intrusion in his mouth, but it comes out all spit slick and slurred as he watches the corner of Changbin’s mouth quirk up. 

“I think the puppy likes having his mouth stuffed.”

Time slows to a halt and all Seungmin can do is let out a broken whimper as the members’ eyes all drag down to his crotch, to the scathing reality of his arousal. He squeezes his eyes shut again, feeling so small and helpless and trapped, caught in the snare that Minho so deviously set up to act as his downfall. 

His cock throbs in his briefs.

He’s panting around Minho and Jeongin’s fingers now, chest heaving with sweat, desperate need. Jeongin dances his fingertips over his tongue one last time before finally slipping them out, and to Seungmin’s surprise Minho’s follow suit. His tongue lolls out as if chasing after them before he finally swallows down the drool in his mouth with a loud gulp. 

“Seungmin.”

A warm voice pulls him out of his starlit haze for a moment, and his lashes flutter. When he opens his eyes he’s met with Chan’s gentle gaze, the other members having stepped to the side to make space for him. He breathes out a sigh, butterflies fluttering from his lungs on the exhale. Chan cups his cheek softly, a gesture so starkly opposed to every touch so far that Seungmin practically melts into him. 

“Seungmin-ah.” Chan says again. “Do you want this?”

His mouth opens but all that comes out is a slick whine, his tongue too thick in his mouth. He nods desperately, grasping at Minho sweatpants and pawing at Chan’s shirt, hoping that it’s enough to convey just how much he does want this. How much he needs this.

“We need words, baby.” Minho’s voice is like honey by his ear, and the pet name almost makes Seungmin’s legs give out underneath him. Minho peppers featherlight kisses to the shell of his ear while they all wait for his answer.

“Yes.” He slurs out, half a word and half a breath. “Yes, yes, yes .”

“You say the word and this all stops.” Minho reminds him, his lips pressed to Seungmin’s neck. 

Seungmin nods erratically, his thoughts slowly collecting themselves in the rational part of his brain. “I know, I know.”

“And if you can’t speak?” Minho prompts, guiding Seungmin’s hand on top of his own. Seungmin pinches the skin on the back of his palm.

Minho smiles against his neck. “Good boy.”

One last kiss ghosts over his skin before he feels the trip switch flip, and then Minho’s teeth are grazing against his throat. “You should give Channie-hyung a kiss, puppy. He’s been so patient watching the others play with you.” 

“Channie-hyung…” Seungmin breathes out, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Chan is quick to press up against him, slotting their mouths together, and Seungmin shudders at the wet glide of their tongues. His thoughts scatter slowly as he feels Chan explore his mouth, groaning at the pull on his bottom lip, the hands on his waist. 

The leather around his neck. 

He’s barely aware of the click of the metal clasp, chasing Chan’s mouth when he pulls back, but a sharp tug against his throat keeps him in place. A pitiful sound escapes him and Seungmin paws at the foreign object, pathetically trying to catch Chan’s lips again. 

“Don’t be greedy.” Minho says, his voice louder now. The other members’ eyes drag down to Seungmin’s throat like they want to ravage it. Jeongin’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. 

“Paws off your collar, sweetheart.” Chan guides his hands away, a sweet smile decorating his lips. Seungmin wants to feel them against his own again. “Let us see.”

The realisation that it’s his collar has Seungmin’s body burning, but the weight of it around his throat makes his brain go fuzzy, makes his pupils dilate and his jaw go slack. Jisung takes the opportunity to hook his finger around the metal ring at the front, taking Chan’s spot in Seungmin’s field of vision. He tugs on the ring just enough for Seungmin to feel the tightness around his neck, his tongue sliding into Seungmin’s open mouth without warning. Seungmin whines at the clatter of teeth, a mess of spit bubbling at the corner of his lips as Jisung takes and takes and takes.

There’s hands under his hoodie now, sliding up over the curve of his waist and across his ribs. One pair of lips ghosts over his collarbone, just under the leather of his collar, while another nips at the shell of his ear. He squirms between them, unable to distinguish one member from the next, hands fisting in the cotton of his shorts when Jisung catches his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“God, he’s really drooling everywhere.” Jisung says when he pulls back, a wicked smirk teasing at his mouth.

“You should think about muzzling him, hyung.” Changbin comments, his eyes flicking over to Minho. He takes Seungmin’s jaw between his fingers, tilting his head slowly from left to right, eyes dark as he inspects him. Seungmin feels the heat rising across his cheeks at the line of spit he feels run down his chin. 

“Hmm.” Minho seems to consider it for a moment. “Maybe. I think he’s just a little stupid, though.”

“Well, he is off his leash.”

They’re talking about him like he isn’t even there and it makes him pout indignantly when Changbin finally releases his jaw. Jisung catches his eyes and makes a small cooing noise, one that has Seungmin setting his mouth in a hard line again, the tips of his ears flushing a deep red. 

“Poor puppy~” Hyunjin singsongs, his chin still hooked over Jeongin’s shoulder. He’s palming the younger through his jeans now, both of them staring at him with half-lidded eyes. Seungmin averts his gaze because god , having Hyunjin and Jeongin see him like this, so needy and dazed and desperate , it’s almost too much, but his body betrays him when his cock twitches in his underwear, his hips canting forward. 

“Don’t start humping like a dumb dog now, Seungminnie. You’ll prove me right.” Minho murmurs against his ear. He pushes himself right up against Seungmin’s back and Seungmin makes a choked sound when he feels the hard bulge of Minho’s cock pressing against his ass. Deft fingers make their way around to his hip bones, and for a moment Seungmin thinks his boyfriend is finally going to touch him, but then Minho is hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and tugging them down in one fluid motion.

He doesn’t have to look to know there’s a dark wet patch at the front of his briefs, not when all of the members in front of him have their eyes trained on his crotch, his shorts pooled at his feet. He tries to tug the hem of his hoodie down to cover himself, but the gentle tap of Minho’s finger acts as a warning, white hot against the back of his hand, and Seungmin jerks it back to his side. 

“Who wants to do the honours?”

Seungmin nearly goes cross eyed trying to get a good look at the object Minho dangles over his head, the clasp of the leash jingling as it sways in front of him. He doesn’t dare reach out to take it, just lets his hands hang dumbly by his sides as he watches Felix’s face light up in delight. 

“Can I?” He asks with bright eyes, his innocent expression a stark contrast to the way his erection strains in his trousers. Chan comes up behind him as Minho offers the leash up to Felix’s prying hands, and Seungmin’s breath hitches when their leader hooks his finger through the ring at the front of his collar. The click of the clasp on the leash against it is muffled in Seungmin’s ears, and he stares as Felix hands the leather to Chan. The eldest wraps it firmly around his palm, all the while pressing gentle kisses along the side of Felix’s neck. 

Seungmin whimpers, tilting his head on instinct, craving the soft touch of Minho’s lips against his own throat, but all he can feel is the weight of his collar and the ever present tug of the leash. He faintly hears Minho chuckle against his ear, harsh and mocking.

Another ripple of shame courses through him.

“What is it, baby?” Chan asks. “Does your leash feel okay?”

“It-”

“Nuh-uh.” Minho cuts him off with a disappointed sigh. 

Seungmin’s eyes widen, his brows furrowing tightly together. Minho brushes his hand under Seungmin’s own, but Seungmin doesn’t pinch him. Instead he glances nervously between the members that he can see. Eventually his eyes settle on the youngest, sweet, deceptive kindness sitting behind his clouded gaze.

“I don’t think dogs speak, right Seungminnie?” Jeongin says, all pouty lips and flushed cheeks, his head tilted back against Hyunjin’s shoulder. Seungmin thinks he should be offended by the lack of honorific, but instead his cheeks just flood with heat, his stomach churning itself around and around in circles. He can’t tear his eyes away from Jeongin now, trapped and scorching with need.

A wicked smile teases at Jisung’s mouth out of the corner of his eye. “Bark for us.”

Seungmin snaps his mouth shut, his mind spinning until his vision is hazy, his hands trembling where they grip at the hem of his hoodie.

“ Hhhg -” His tongue darts out to wet his lips again and again, his jaw strained tight as he tries to force the sound out of his throat. 

“Go on.” Minho insists, his words dry, almost bored. The desire to please him consumes Seungmin’s every thought.

“W-Woof.” He manages, ducking his head and squeezing his eyes shut tight. 

“Ohh, good boy~” Minho’s tone is condescending, but it makes a sick, dizzy joy rush through Seungmin’s body. His hips spasm and he’s suddenly so stupid and needy and empty . Drool pools in his mouth and his Adam’s apple bobs as he tries to swallow it all before his head snaps back up, eyes pleading with the six members staring back at him. 

“Cute.” Changbin comments, a lopsided smirk sitting against his lips. “What do you want, pup? Your mouth looks pretty empty right now.”

Seungmin’s cheeks burn at the fervour at which he nods, the ring on his collar clinking against the leash. Chan tugs it tight again, holding the leather by his side so that it forces Seungmin to bow his head, his neck straining as his eyes fix on the hard line of the members’ cocks in their pants. 

Minho bites at the shell of his ear and Seungmin keens. “Sit, Seungminnie.”

He follows the pull of the leash until he’s on his knees, glittery eyes looking up slowly. Chan and Changbin have Felix pressed between them, their lips dancing over his throat and their hands wandering dangerously far under his waistband. Felix’s mouth hangs open, his gaze meeting Seungmin’s as his lashes flutter. 

“Will you be good for us?” Chan asks. Seungmin’s head jerks and Chan glides his thumb across his jaw. “Let me hear you.”

Seungmin knows what he wants, a trembly whine leaving his lips. His heart jackhammers against his ribcage and he toys with the hem of his hoodie between his legs, sucking in a sharp breath. 

“Woof, woof .” He manages, the sound laced in shame and desperation. His hips jolt forward when his fingertips brush over his own erection, the touch scalding even through the layers of clothing. 

“Stick out your tongue, pretty.” 

He lets his tongue loll out of his mouth obediently as he gazes up at Changbin. Changbin reaches out and presses down on it with his thumb before swirling his fingertips around the mess of spit collecting there. Seungmin’s tongue tries to twitch back into his mouth on instinct, but Changbin is faster, pinching it between two fingers.

“ Hhh -” Seungmin whines, drool running slick down his chin. 

“You’re going to let Felix fuck your mouth, right Seungminnie?” Chan says softly, too sweet for the words coming out of his mouth. Seungmin tries to agree but all that comes out is a garbled sound, his collar clinking when he shifts forward on his knees, tongue still trapped in Changbin’s grip. 

“What was that?” Jisung asks meanly, hooking a finger into the side of Seungmin’s cheek when Changbin finally releases his tongue. “You’ll let him come on your tongue, is that what you said?” 

A hitched sob tugs itself out from Seungmin’s chest and he tries to shake his head, hands fisting against the floor. They all know how much he hates having come in his mouth, hates the taste of it, hates the way it makes him feel like he has to brush his teeth five more times to get them clean again. He pleads with Jisung with glassy eyes, and Jisung pouts back at him in feigned disappointment. 

“No?” He says, tugging on Seungmin’s cheek one last time before pulling his finger out.

“Not unless I say so.” Minho cuts in. Authority bleeds into his tone, his fingertips brushing through Seungmin’s hair before running down the nape of his neck, teasing at the skin under his collar. A reminder that Seungmin is already claimed, already owned, and a shaking breath exhales from his lips, his lashes fluttering.

“Seungminnie…” Felix whines, his voice catching on a hitched breath as Chan works a hand over his cock. Seungmin doesn’t know when they got him out of his sweatpants. “Puppy…can I-can I use your mouth?”

“Don’t forget your manners, baby.” Chan says, thumbing at the slit. 

“ Please.” Felix ruts up into his hand. “Please, Seungminnie.” 

Seungmin opens his mouth slowly until his jaw hangs slack, staring at the way Changbin nudges Felix forward with a hand on the small of his back, the way Chan holds him by the base until his cock taps against Seungmin’s lips. 

“ Ah… ” Felix sinks into the warmth of his mouth on a shaking exhale, forced forward by Changbin’s firm grasp until Seungmin’s nose brushes up against his stomach. Seungmin paws at his own hoodie as he swallows around him, blinking the tears out of his eyes with a strained whine. 

“You’re so cute.” Hyunjin leans over to pet his head just as Felix pulls out enough to let him breathe properly again. “Do you want someone to touch you?”

His hips jerk as he swirls his tongue around the head, suddenly painfully aware of his own cock twitching in his briefs, slow beads of precome seeping through the fabric. He whines again and licks down the length of Felix’s shaft, nodding the best he can with his mouth full, fists clenching and unclenching as he resists the desperate urge to touch himself. 

“Aww, Minho-hyung, your doggy’s getting needy.” Hyunjin pouts.

The click of Minho’s tongue makes him freeze. He tugs Seungmin back by the hair, pulling him off of Felix’s cock with a pop. “He’s always a needy little slut. You need both your holes filled to be satisfied, Seungminnie?”

“ Hyung , I-no, I-” Seungmin gasps. His voice is hoarse, already completely fucked out. 

“Liar.” Changbin smirks. Felix fits himself back down Seungmin’s throat again.

“Hyung knows what his puppy needs.” Minho coos by his ear, all sickly sweet again, and the constant switch in his tone has Seungmin’s insides doing backflips. “Puppy just needs someone to fill him up right…here.”

Seungmin shivers at the feeling of his briefs being pulled down over the swell of his ass, Minho’s thumb just ghosting over his hole. He tries to push back against him, moaning around Felix’s cock, the glide of it slick against his tongue. There’s the click of a bottle cap before Minho’s lube-slick fingers are pressing against his rim, and he inhales sharply through his nose when one sinks into him.

“Ah- ah , Seungmin…feels good,” Felix’s hips jerk, his voice dipping deeper in the telltale sign that he’s close. Seungmin pulls back just as Chan wraps his fist around his cock, jerking him off in front of Seungmin’s face. It’s a beautiful sight, Felix’s bottom lip tugged between his teeth, his thighs trembling as he grasps frantically at Chan’s wrist. “I’m going to-fuck, fuck -” 

Minho presses a second finger into Seungmin as he feels the first spurt of come across the bridge of his nose. His eyes squeeze shut as more of it lands over his cheeks, down to his chin, his asshole clenching as Minho crooks his fingers up in search of his prostate. 

“ Oh -” 

Sparks fly behind his eyelids and he jerks forward, resting his weight on his palms as he arches his back to push against Minho’s fingers, now expertly fucking into him in a way that makes his whole body quiver. 

A tug on his collar almost makes him lose his balance, forcing his neck to strain upwards. A laboured breath exits his lips in the form of a wheeze when he locks eyes with Jisung, and Jisung’s grin widens as he holds the leash taught. 

“Shit, you look good with come on your face.” He murmurs, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. Seungmin just whines, glassy eyed and slightly lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, jolting with every press of Minho’s fingers. Jisung turns to Changbin at his side. “Hey hyung, didn’t you want his mouth too?”

Chan pries the leash from Jisung’s grasp when he approaches behind him, and Seungmin vaguely notices Felix’s small frame tucked into the corner of the couch. He’s rewarded with a big gulp of air when the tug on his leash goes slack under Chan’s hands. 

“Don’t break him, Ji. He’s not yours.” Chan reprimands, his free hand fisting tightly in the hair at the nape of Jisung’s neck. Jisung whines at the contact, going pliant under his grip like a scruffed kitten, the cocky look in his eyes gone in an instant. 

Changbin smirks, and Seungmin shudders at the sound of his zipper being undone before his cock is being pressed to his lips. 

“I think Lix was a little gentle on you, pup.” He says, just as Seungmin’s mouth falls open on a groan when Minho presses a third finger into him. Changbin takes the opportunity to thrust forward, burying himself in Seungmin’s throat. “Hyung’s going to fuck your pretty face properly, okay?”

“Make him cry.” Minho says nonchalantly, as if the wet sound of Seungmin gagging isn’t filling the room. “I want to see it.”

“Oh, he’ll cry.” Changbin promises, reaching down to run his thumb along the seam of Seungmin’s stretched lips. A whimper escapes him as a strangled gurgle before he finally gets his gag reflex under control, despite the constant press of Changbin’s cock in his throat. He blinks up at him with watery eyes, tears already threatening to stain his cheeks. 

At the same moment Changbin pulls back, Minho pulls his fingers free, leaving Seungmin uncomfortably empty. He whines in protest, pushing his hips back, but all it earns him is a slap to his ass before Changbin thrusts back into his mouth. 

“Don’t get greedy, baby.” Minho murmurs, the pet name for Seungmin’s ears only. “I’ll be right back. You know what to do if you need Changbinnie to ease up.”

He guides Seungmin’s hands to rest on Changbin’s thighs, the thick muscle easy for him to pinch if he needs to. He vaguely hears Minho stepping away, leaving him empty and aching, and he stares up at Changbin with wide eyes in a plea for a distraction. For a moment, there’s a crack in Changbin’s cruel facade, a small lopsided smile tugging at his lips as he cards a hand through Seungmin’s hair. 

“Keep your mouth open for me, just like that.” He coos, scratching his fingers under Seungmin’s chin. “Channie-hyung and I will do all the work.”

As if on cue, there’s a sharp tug on his leash, forcing Seungmin to take Changbin back down his throat. He chokes, grasping at the material of Changbin’s sweatpants, blinking and blinking as more tears well up in his eyes. Chan uses the leather to pull him back and forth, allowing Changbin to easily fuck his mouth. 

Seungmin can’t help it when the first tears roll down his face, glistening against his splotchy cheeks. He gasps and splutters everytime Changbin lets him come up for air, given a moment of reprieve before Chan yanks him down again. His hands scramble at the material of Changbin’s sweatpants, drool spilling out of the corner of his mouth as more tears spill from his eyes when he squeezes them shut.

“God, fuck…” Changbin groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic, shallowly sliding his cock along Seungmin’s tongue instead of grinding into his throat. Then he pulls out completely, dragging his cock down Seungmin’s chin in a mess of spit, tears and precome before jerking himself off in quick strokes.

Seungmin snaps his mouth shut moments before Changbin’s come joins the mess on his face, sucking in sharp, stuttered breaths through his nose as he paws at Changbin’s thighs. Another tear stains his flushed cheeks and his hips twitch, desperate for something, anything , his body aching to be touched.

“Oh you did make him cry.” Comes Minho’s voice, suddenly much closer than Seungmin last remembers him being. “Seungminnie, open your eyes.”

He just about manages to crack his eyes open, lifting his head towards the source of the sound. He whines at the sight of Minho crouched in front of him, perking up like a puppy finding its owner. His hands slip from Changbin’s sweatpants, finding their way to Minho’s shirt, trying to tug him closer. 

“Hyung, hyung , please-” He babbles, the shame of begging a faint memory in his empty head.  

“Hm?” Minho tilts his head, swiping his fingers through the mess on Seungmin’s face. He pulls them apart once they’re back in Seungmin’s eye line, the mix of come and spit creating sticky webs between the digits. “Look at all this mess, pup. Are you going to help hyung clean it up?”

A startled whimper escapes him when Minho brings his fingers up to his mouth, teasing along the seam of his lips. If it was anyone else he would pull back, cover his mouth, but it’s not anyone else, it’s Minho . Minho who stares at him with a curious gaze, his eyebrow quirking up in a silent question, making Seungmin’s stomach swoop with anticipation of what he has planned.

He gives the ghost of a nod, his lips parting ever so slightly, just enough for Minho to slip his fingers inside. At first Seungmin grimaces, his fingers curling tight in the material of Minho’s shirt as he tries to get past the bitterness against his taste buds. Minho presses down on his tongue gently, rubbing his fingers in soothing circles before sliding them around to the top of his molars, the back of his gums. He shudders, hips kicking helplessly, a shock of pleasure buzzing through his body when Minho slips his thigh between his legs. 

“ Ah… ” He whines, garbled, grinding down against him. He stares at his boyfriend with watery eyes, and as he watches Minho’s intense expression he can see the quiver of his breath, the way his pupils are blown with arousal. 

“My sweet puppy.” Minho says, all genuine affection, and for a moment Seungmin could believe it’s just them in the room. “So good for hyung.”

Seungmin keens at the praise, chasing Minho’s fingers with his tongue when he finally pulls them out, now just the glimmer of saliva hanging between them. 

“Hyunjin-ah, Jeongin-ah, come here.” Minho looks over his shoulder, the rest of the world coming back to Seungmin as he listens to the shuffle of footsteps, watches Chan pass the leash to Minho before he pulls Jisung into his lap. 

“What is it, hyung?” Comes Hyunjin’s voice behind him, rough with arousal. 

“Can you open up my mutt for me?” Minho asks, dark eyes dragging back to Seungmin’s face. He holds his chin between wet fingers as he flexes the strong muscles of his thigh, staring at the way Seungmin’s lashes flutter with a shaking breath. “I want him loose.”

Seungmin hears Jeongin gulp, and his own Adam’s apple bobs in a subconscious mimic of the action. Another click before a finger is circling his rim, two immediately pressing into him. Spit clogs his throat and he lets out a wet gasp at the stretch, already more than Minho’s fingers gave him. 

“He’s already so wet…” Jeongin comments, pulling his fingers out before fucking them back in. Seungmin flushes at the sound, trying to bury his face in Minho’s chest, but his boyfriend holds him firm. “Hyung, you should feel it too.”

His shoulders shake when a third finger stretches him out, eyes squeezing shut at the burn as he flushes red all the way to his ears. 

“Oh Seungminnie, are you embarrassed?” Hyunjin coos at him again. He presses a kiss to the tip of Seungmin’s ear and somehow that makes everything worse, the pair of them twisting and prodding their fingers around his insides at the same time. He can feel how tight he is around them, clenching with each brush against his prostate.

Minho finally releases his chin to card a hand through his hair, and Seungmin paws at him, rubbing his forehead against Minho’s chest to try and get away from all the attention. He can’t bare the thought that the others can also hear the slick sounds of him being finger fucked, the sound of it deafening in the mostly quiet room.

“Give him one more.” Minho says, his grip moving to the small of Seungmin’s back. 

“No, no… ” Seungmin whines, shaking his head against him. “Can’t, I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. You want hyung’s cock, don’t you?”

The hand on his back ushers him forward and Seungmin goes willingly, grinding on Minho’s thigh like a dog in heat. He’s so pent up, so desperate, soaking the front of his underwear with precome. 

“Please…” He breathes, legs shaking under him. He lets out a sob when Hyunjin nudges a fourth finger against his stretched out hole, the pair of them forcing his body around them. 

“Please what, pup?” Minho asks. He dances his fingertips down Seungmin’s spine, further and further until he meets Jeongin’s knuckles. He teases the pad of his finger over Seungmin’s rim just to make him shiver. 

“Let me-Let me come, please -” 

“No.”

The word falls sharply from Minho’s lips. Seungmin clutches him tighter. He doesn’t want to stop, he’s waited so long to feel good, he’s so close, so so close-

“Be good, Kim Seungmin.”

It takes all of Seungmin’s willpower to stop his hips rocking forward again, to stop the waves of pleasure threatening to crash through him. He hiccups on a cry as he fists Minho’s shirt tight with both hands, fingers still twisting and scissoring inside of him.

“Jeongin-ah.” Minho says. Seungmin could almost think he’s forgotten about him if he wasn’t running a hand through his hair. “Do you want to fuck him first? Then I’m sure he’ll be loose enough.”

“Really?” Jeongin replies, all genuine surprise. Seungmin gapes when their fingers pull out of him, his hole trying to clench around nothing. 

“Minho, you’re so soft on him.” He vaguely hears Chan comment, and when Seungmin lifts his head towards the source of his voice he’s met with the vision of Jisung being bounced on his leader’s cock, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and a palm covering his mouth. Saliva pools on Seungmin’s tongue at the sight, finally tuning into the muffled “ ah-ah-ah ”s being punched from Jisung’s throat.

“He’s been helping me with my bratty puppy.” Minho replies. He slides his knee out from between Seungmin’s thighs and tugs him forward by the collar, forcing him onto his hands and knees. A wicked smirk pulls at the corner of Minho’s lips as he leans in to nip at Seungmin’s earlobe. “You’ll take it like a real dog, right pup?”

“ Hnngh- ” Seungmin nods dumbly, too desperate to get fucked to even feel embarrassed anymore. Jeongin and Hyunjin make quick work of getting his briefs down and off his legs, his cock immediately drooling precome onto the hard floor. 

He stares up at Minho with wide, teary eyes as he feels the head of Jeongin’s cock press against his hole, pushing into him with a pleased groan. Seungmin’s mouth drops open as he’s filled, arms quivering underneath him.

“Seungminnie…” Jeongin breathes, fingers slipping under the hem of his hoodie. “You feel so good.”

“Hear that, puppy?” Minho says teasingly, curling Seungmin’s leash around his palm. “You’re being such a good cocksleeve.”

Jeongin pulls back until just the tip of his cock nudges at his rim before thrusting forward again, slow and deep. Seungmin drops his head between his shoulders, whining and whining and whining as Jeongin fucks him. He knows how pathetic he must sound, and the laugh that Minho lets out is just as indicative of it.

“Puppy’s just making stupid dog noises now.” He says, scratching behind Seungmin’s ear. When Seungmin tries to hold another whine from bubbling out of his throat he hears Minho click his tongue, jostling him forward with a sharp tug on the leash. “Don’t hold back on me, Seungminnie. Oh, unless you don’t want hyung’s cock after all?”

“No, no, no-” Seungmin snaps his head up, the metal of his collar jingling as he shakes his head. “Want it, want hyung, please -”

“That’s better.” Minho smiles at him again, and something about it makes Seungmin’s stomach swoop. “Let me hear you.”

He whines again as Jeongin drapes himself over his back, pressing impossibly deeper, until his breath hitches on a sob, muscles straining from the effort to keep himself up. “Seungminnie, Seungminnie, I- oh -”

There’s a jolt, and Jeongin hisses against the back of his neck, fingers gripping him tighter, tight enough that Seungmin knows he’ll have bruises blooming on his skin tomorrow. Before he can turn his head there’s a palm on his back, right between his shoulder blades.

“Down, boy.” Comes Hyunjin’s voice, pushing gently. Seungmin doesn’t need any more instructions. He lowers his upper body until his cheek pillows in his arms, still trembling from the exertion. 

“Ah- hyung -” Jeongin moans, fucking into him again, this time hard and fast. The honorific sounds strange in a scene like this, and as Seungmin looks over his shoulder he realises that Jeongin isn’t talking to him. Hyunjin is pressed up behind them both, fucking into Jeongin as Jeongin fucks into him. His lips graze Jeongin’s throat as the younger gasps with each thrust.

Hyunjin sets the pace for all of them, jostling Seungmin’s body against the hardwood floor and punching small, desperate noises from both his and Jeongin’s throats. His body feels like a livewire, ready to snap, his cock a deep, angry red where it hangs uselessly between his legs. If someone would just touch him he could-

“Oh, god -” Jeongin groans, hips stuttering against Seungmin’s ass. “Minho-hyung, can I-can I come inside him?”

“Go ahead.” Minho replies, thumb dragging across Seungmin’s cheek. It’s only then that Seungmin realises he’s drooling on his arm, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. “He’s messy enough already anyway.”

“Go on, Innie.” Hyunjin murmurs against Jeongin’s ear, still peppering kisses down his jawline. “Come for hyung.”

Jeongin grinds forward one more time before he goes rigid, a sweet, high-pitched whine leaving his mouth as he comes. Seungmin bites down on his own knuckles as he feels the wetness flood his insides, listens to the slick sound of Jeongin pulling out at the same time Hyunjin pulls out of him. Clenching on instinct at the feeling of come dripping down his thighs, his hips grind back against nothing in a pathetic attempt to be filled again. 

“Slut.” Minho says, accentuated with a mean slap to Seungmin’s ass. He jerks forward with a whine, still slobbering all over his own fingers. He feels so exposed, so dirty, but Minho hasn’t said he can move. “Hyunjin-ah, do you want to come on him too?”

“Yes, yes .” Hyunjin breathes, and Seungmin can only listen as he jerks himself off in quick strokes until he comes with a moan, more come landing on Seungmin’s ass, his lower back, his thighs. More of Jeongin’s come bubbles out of him when he clenches, and he can feel the tips of his ears burning at the feeling of everyone’s eyes on him. Especially Minho’s.

“Don’t look…” He whines pitifully, burying his face in both arms. 

“It’s a bit late to be embarrassed.” Minho scoffs, grabbing him by the hips and tossing him onto his back. Seungmin hits the floor with a squeak, eyes wide like captured prey as Minho looms over him like a lion ready to devour. His arms drop uselessly by his head, legs spreading automatically to accommodate Minho as he kneels between them. “Oh, my puppy…”

Minho palms himself over his sweatpants, gaze hungry. Seungmin exhales shakily. “ Hyung… ”

“Hm?” Minho raises an eyebrow, rucking Seungmin’s hoodie up under his armpits. His hands feel like fire as they run down the expanse of his torso, and Seungmin quivers under his touch. His whole body jerks when Minho cruelly flicks the head of his cock, but he can’t hide the way another bead of precome drips onto his stomach. Minho smiles again. “That looks like it hurts. Do you need hyung to fuck your empty hole to make it better?”

“ Hhhh -” Seungmin nods desperately, pleading with his eyes. Maybe Minho will finally let him come, he’s been such a good boy, he deserves it.

But Minho has never given in so easily.

“Show me how much you want it.” He demands, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants. He tugs them down just enough to free his cock, stroking himself languidly as he watches Seungmin’s brows furrow in confusion. “Bark.”

Seungmin gulps in a breath of air, big, brown eyes fixed on his boyfriend. His lips part and he wets them again and again with his tongue, little puppy licks that make his head feel even emptier. Exposed and dishevelled under Minho’s harsh gaze. A gaze that turns into something else the longer Seungmin stares at him. Something that tells him Minho is just as desperate as he is, the need to be close thrumming through both their bodies. 

“ Woof .” He yaps, barking a second time in case it wasn’t enough, eyes never falling from Minho’s face. 

“That’s my good boy.” Minho says, and slides into him. 

“ Ah, ahh -” Seungmin spasms, legs tangling around Minho’s waist to get him closer, deeper. He can feel him throbbing inside of him, heaving out a moan when Minho pulls back just to thrust in sharply. His hands scramble for something to hold onto, nails dragging against the wood as Minho fucks him hard enough to jostle him upwards. 

He’s rough with it, just the way they both like, the obscene squelch of lube and come and the harsh sound of skin slapping against skin ringing in Seungmin’s ears. He can’t focus on anyone else anymore, not when Minho is right there , letting Seungmin drown in the feeling, scent, and sight of him. 

He lets out big, gasping moans with every thrust, back arching when Minho finds his spot. He grinds cruelly against his prostate, hot, molten pleasure stirring in Seungmin’s belly. He whimpers like a kicked puppy at the feeling, still drooling precome onto his own stomach. He’s never come untouched before, but god , he’s been on edge for so long, denied and denied for what feels like hours, and maybe he could-

“Seungmin-ah,” Minho warns, the leash wrapped tightly around his palm, “you’re not going to come before hyung, are you?”

“I- oh -hyung, I-” Seungmin stammers, shivering under Minho’s harsh gaze. He whimpers again, soft and needy, desperately starving back his orgasm when the snap of Minho’s hips becomes more erratic, his jaw tight and pupils blown. He grabs the backs of Seungmin’s thighs with both hands, fingers digging into the flesh just under his ass. “Hyung, please, please come inside-come for me-”

He cuts himself off on a moan when Minho grinds into him again, pushing his legs up until he’s practically folding Seungmin in half, leaning into his body. He sucks in a sharp breath, his jaw tightening, dropping his head until their foreheads touch. Strands of hair brush against Seungmin’s cheeks and he forces his eyes to stay open just so he can watch Minho fall apart. 

Minho pulls them flush together when he comes, spilling inside Seungmin and adding to the wet mess of come in his body. He pulls back slowly, chest heaving, eyes half lidded as they drag across Seungmin’s trembling form, his cock still painfully hard. He swallows back a sob when Minho pulls out, but a tear still escapes and runs past his ear.

“Oh, poor Seungminnie…” Minho coos at him. For a moment Seungmin finds himself lured into a false sense of security when one of his boyfriend’s hands reaches over to wipe the tear, but then he feels fingertips teasing around his rim, slick with come. He whimpers. “What do you need, pup?”

“Let me come…Minho-hyung, I wanna come…” He whines, voice small and pathetic, desperation seeping into every word. 

“I don’t hear a please.” 

“Please, please can I come?” He begs, all inhibitions long stripped away. “Please make me come, hyung, please-”

“Good boy.” Minho praises him, and Seungmin can’t help the way his lips twitch into a smile at the words. He’s gentle with the way he nudges Seungmin’s thighs apart, tucking himself back into his sweatpants before he rests on his heels. “Hyung will make it better, don’t worry.”

He jerks his fist down the length of Seungmin’s cock, and after not being touched for so long it's almost painful. He gasps, hips bucking up off of the floor, but Minho pushes him back down, his thumb tracing shapes across his hip bone. 

Then he leans forward and takes Seungmin into his mouth.

“Oh god -” Seungmin cries out, knees clamping shut around Minho’s head, hands reaching blindly to fist in his hair. There’s no teasing in the way Minho uses his mouth, bobbing his head to fit the length of Seungmin’s cock down his throat before hollowing his cheeks as he pulls back. 

“Ah, ah, ahh -” Seungmin whines loudly when Minho tongues at the slit, thighs quivering. He’s embarrassingly close already and oh so sensitive, twitching with each of his boyfriend’s movements. He heaves in a shaking breath before looking down and locking eyes with Minho, his lashes fluttering and lips stretched around Seungmin’s cock.

That sends him over the edge.

His body goes tight , head thrown back as glitter sparkles across his vision, pleasure coursing through him. He trembles through his orgasm, twitching and jerking in Minho’s hold when his boyfriend keeps his mouth on him until he slumps against the floor. 

But Minho doesn’t swallow. 

Instead he lifts himself off of Seungmin’s cock, leaning forward until they’re face to face. Seungmin’s chest heaves as he stares up at him with half-lidded eyes, brows furrowing questioningly.

There’s a thumb stroking across his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open, and even when Seungmin realises what he’s about to do he goes willingly, parting his lips. The look Minho gives him in return could only be described as tender.

He watches Minho lean down until their noses brush, opening his mouth and letting gravity work to drip Seungmin’s own come straight onto his tongue. He doesn’t cringe at the taste, doesn’t jerk away, letting it pool in his mouth until Minho tilts his head to kiss him.

It’s wet and messy and desperate, like they’ve spent months apart, Minho’s tongue pushing inside to explore every inch of Seungmin’s mouth. Seungmin pants against his lips, a mix of drool and come running down the side of his mouth. He swallows and swallows until there’s nothing left but spit, and then kisses Minho some more.

It’s quiet when they finally break apart, the only light in the room coming from the long forgotten TV. He can’t remember when it got dark outside. Minho presses a final kiss to the corner of his mouth before unclipping the collar from his neck, pulling the bottom of his hoodie down to cover him.

His eyes wander as he listens to Minho briefly pad away into the bathroom, quickly returning to wipe him down. He catches Chan’s eyes first, smiling dopily at him and getting a dimpled grin in return. Felix rests on his shoulder, eyes closed and chest rising and falling slowly. Changbin sits beside them, Jisung in a similar state with his head in his lap. 

Curled up next to him is Jeongin, his eyes threatening to close as Hyunjin runs his fingers through his hair. The couch is barely big enough for the six of them, but Seungmin knows they’d somehow still make room for him and Minho if they wanted to join.

“Good?” Minho asks when he finishes cleaning Seungmin up, head tilting like a cat. A breathy chuckle escapes him at the thought, and Minho raises his eyebrow. “Wow, we really did fuck you stupid.”

“Mm.” Seungmin hums, wincing as he tries to stretch against the floor. “Probably broke my back too.”

There’s a fondness to the way Minho rolls his eyes, his lips quirking up at the corners as he leans over, guiding Seungmin to wrap his arms around his neck. Seungmin clings to him like a koala when Minho hauls him up, legs locking around his waist.

“...Hyung.” He murmurs into Minho’s ear.

“Yes, Seungminnie?”

“I need to brush my teeth again.”

And for once, Minho doesn’t complain as he carries him to the bathroom.