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"mmh. our taerae is so pretty. the prettiest i've ever seen. need to make sure that gets through his pretty little head," hanbin murmurs softly, his voice laced with warmth as his fingers gently brush through taerae's damp bangs, the strands sticking stubbornly to his forehead from sweat.
taerae lies sprawled on the mattress, clad in nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely does its job of covering him. his skin prickles under the weight of so many hands. hands that touch, hold, and linger as though they're trying to reassure him without words.
to be honest, he didn’t know what to expect. when the words tumbled out of his mouth earlier, half a joke, half a truth. he hadn’t thought anyone would take it seriously. well, not really. taerae had grown accustomed to using self-deprecating humor as a coping mechanism, a way to deflect insecurities with a smile. he didn’t expect this reaction.
“what? all of us here know i’m the least liked in the group. and that’s okay. i just have to work harder to be pretty." he had said casually, not thinking much of it.
but deep down, he does believe it. believes it with a certainty that eats away at him on quieter days. the reason he's not as popular, the reason the world doesn’t look at him the way it looks at the others, is because he just can’t compare. not to their striking features, their effortless charm. he can’t help it. every glance at a fan’s sign or a passing comment reinforces the thought. and though he laughs it off on the outside, on the inside, it festers. a quiet, constant ache that no amount of hard work ever seems to soothe.
so imagine his surprise when, instead of laughter or agreement, he was met with blank stares, no, not blank. confused. genuine confusion, as though the idea itself didn’t even register to them as plausible.
“what are you talking about?” hanbin had spoken first, his brows furrowed, voice laced with disbelief.
“you’re serious?” ricky added, tilting his head like he couldn’t quite process the words that had just come out of taerae’s mouth.
“what?” hao had finally said, breaking the silence. his tone was steady, but there was a softness to it, like he was trying not to sound too disbelieving. “taerae, i think the number of fans has nothing to do with how pretty you are.”
taerae had blinked up at him, momentarily stunned by the sincerity in hao’s voice. it didn’t sound like reassurance or pity; it was just a fact, plain and simple.
it wasn’t just what they said, though, it was the way they looked at him. like he’d just claimed the sky wasn’t blue or that water wasn’t wet. like he had said something so outlandish, so utterly ridiculous, that they didn’t know whether to laugh or scold him.
and now here he was, sprawled out on a mattress while the others hovered around him like he might vanish if they looked away. hanbin’s voice and gentle touch still linger in the air, his words settling deep into taerae’s chest. pretty. the prettiest.
taerae feels his throat tighten, his pulse quicken. he doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know if he can say anything at all. for now, he just lies there, surrounded by warmth, by hands that steady him, and by voices that don’t let him forget who he is.
and maybe, just maybe, he lets himself believe it.
“you have freckles, dimples, and the prettiest smile ever. and you think that way? hyung, that’s just absurd, seriously. that’s not even all that you have that i can say is pretty,” gyuvin rambles, his voice animated but laced with an edge of frustration. he sits between taerae’s thighs, comfortably trapped there, his hands moving up and down the smooth skin as though the motion could somehow emphasize his words.
taerae lies still, letting gyuvin talk, letting his hands touch. he stares at the ceiling, stubborn as ever, his expression unreadable. “you do know the things you just said are imperfections, right?” he shoots back, voice quieter but no less firm, the words carrying a weight that hangs in the air.
there’s a pause. brief. sharp. before gyuvin’s hands freeze on his thighs, his grip tightening just enough to make taerae flinch.
“yah! hyung!" gyuvin snaps, his voice raising slightly, not in anger but in disbelief, like he can’t fathom how someone could say something so ridiculous. his eyes flash with something taerae can’t quite name, a mix of indignation and hurt on his behalf.
gyuvin leans in closer, his brows furrowing as he searches taerae’s face. “who told you that, huh? freckles aren’t imperfections. dimples aren’t imperfections. your smile—hyung, your smile—” he trails off, shaking his head with a scoff as though the thought alone frustrates him too much to finish. “it’s all you. and it’s all pretty.”
taerae doesn’t respond immediately, choosing instead to avert his gaze, his chest tightening in that way it always does when someone pushes too close to the parts of him he’s spent so long ignoring. gyuvin’s hands, still firm on his thighs, anchor him, refusing to let him drift away.
“you don’t get to decide that for me,” taerae mutters, though the fight in his tone has softened, cracking slightly at the edges.
the words hang in the air, heavy and uncertain, as if even he’s not fully convinced of them. his gaze drops to his hands, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, a telltale sign of the internal war raging inside him.
he hates that it takes so much for him to believe them, hates that their reassurances feel like distant echoes against the deeply ingrained doubts he’s carried for so long. it’s easy for them to say all those kind things, to look at him like he’s someone worth marveling at. and it’s nice of them to think so.
but... that’s just not the reality. right?
because no matter how many times they tell him he’s enough, how many times they look at him like he’s irreplaceable, taerae can’t shake the feeling that they’re just being kind. that their words are born out of love, yes, but not necessarily truth. that he still needs to work harder, be more, just to deserve the place he’s been given.
“and you don’t get to say those things about yourself either,” gyuvin retorts, unwavering. he loosens his grip slightly, his touch turning softer, almost absentminded as his thumbs brush over taerae’s skin. “i don’t care how long it takes, but one day, i’ll make you see what i see.”
taerae feels his heart stutter, something unfamiliar building in his chest as he swallows thickly. he doesn’t know how to argue with that, so he doesn’t. he just lies there, silently letting gyuvin’s words settle in the spaces they’ve been trying to fill.
“he’s right. you’re going to argue with him again, and then say it’s just him being an f,” gunwook says, his tone gentle yet unwavering. “and i’ll usually agree. but not this time, hyung.”
gunwook sits above taerae, who lies back with his head resting on gunwook’s legs, a position that feels as familiar as it is comforting. his fingers trace gentle patterns across taerae’s features, skimming the curve of his dimples, gliding over the corners of his mouth, lingering at his lips. taerae’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, caught between disbelief and the warmth that threatens to unravel him. gunwook’s touch is soft, grounding, but there’s an unyielding resolve in his tone that makes taerae’s heart thud in his chest.
“my mouth’s too big,” taerae says absentmindedly, his voice quiet, almost like he didn’t mean to say it aloud.
gunwook, who’s been gently tracing the edges of taerae’s lips with his thumb, pauses for a moment. his eyes flicker to taerae’s face, taking in the way he looks away, as if bracing for some kind of agreement or dismissal.
instead, gunwook hums softly, his thumb continuing its slow motion. “i don’t think so,” he says, his tone calm but firm. “i think it’s perfect. suits you in every way.”
the sincerity in his voice makes taerae glance up, caught off guard by the way gunwook looks at him like he’s never once considered anything about him to be flawed. it’s almost enough to make him believe it.
“you really are stubborn, aren’t you?” gunwook continues, his voice affectionate but serious. “you act like you know everything, and we let you get away with it because you’re cute, and because most of the time, you do know what you’re talking about. but today—” he pauses, leaning down so that their faces are closer, his eyes soft yet determined. “today, i think it’s time for you to listen to us.”
taerae’s breath catches, and he feels a sudden vulnerability that both scares and steadies him. his usual defenses, the playful sarcasm, the self-deprecating humor don’t quite fit here, not under gunwook’s gaze that sees right through him.
“you don’t have to pretend you’re okay all the time, hyung. we see you,” ricky says, his voice calm but unwavering, as though it’s the simplest truth in the world. “and we like what we see.”
the words hang in the air, heavier than they should be, and taerae blinks, his gaze flickering toward ricky. there’s no teasing grin, no playful undertone. just honesty, clear and unfiltered.
it feels almost foreign to taerae, the idea that someone could look at him, see all the cracks, and still think he’s worth admiring. he fidgets with the hem of his shirt, unsure how to respond.
“...do you mean that?” he asks softly, his voice barely audible.
ricky gives him a small, almost exasperated smile, like he can’t believe the question even needs to be asked. “of course, i mean it. we all do.”
“why do you all care so much?” taerae whispers, the question slipping out before he can stop it. there’s no bitterness, just quiet bewilderment, as if he can’t quite believe he’s worthy of the attention.
gunwook’s expression softens, a small smile playing at his lips as he leans closer. “because, hyung, you’re ours. and everything about you is worth caring about. even the parts you think aren’t.”
taerae’s breath catches, and for the first time in what feels like forever, he’s not sure what to say. he only knows that, surrounded by the warmth and unwavering conviction of the people around him, something deep within begins to shift.
“aigoo. look at what you’re doing to the babies. you’ve got them all upset, taerae-yah. how are you planning to make it up to them now, huh?” jiwoong’s voice carries a teasing lilt as he stands by the door, arms crossed but eyes soft, watching the scene unfold before him. he sees the others, hands reaching, voices soothing. as they surround taerae with a tenderness that feels both protective and possessive.
but jiwoong can’t deny the warmth that swells in his chest. this conversation, this moment, was long overdue, and seeing taerae here, stubborn and vulnerable in equal measure, being held like this, only reminds him of how far they’ve come.
taerae shifts on the mattress, letting out a low, frustrated whine, a sound that hangs thick in the room and leaves the others briefly frozen, their breath hitching, their gazes sharpening in unspoken understanding. the atmosphere shifts, electric and heavy, as if that single sound alone has knocked the air from their lungs.
“yah,” jiwoong says with a smirk, breaking the tension, though his voice dips ever so slightly. “you’re not helping your case, you know. acting all cute when you’ve already upset them.”
taerae glances at hanbin for backup, hoping for some kind of support, but he only offers him a sheepish smile, shrugging lightly as if to say jiwoong’s right.
taerae huffs in response, cheeks flushed, eyes darting away as if searching for an escape. but there’s nowhere to go. not with gyuvin still seated between his thighs, gunwook’s hands resting on his face like he’s something to be treasured, and jiwoong watching over it all like he owns the scene—because, in a way, he did.
“you started this, hyung,” gyuvin mutters, though there’s no real bite to his voice, just a teasing fondness that lingers as he squeezes taerae’s leg.
“now you’ll have to finish it,” gunwook adds softly, brushing his thumb once more over taerae’s dimple like he’s memorizing the shape.
taerae groans, squirming slightly under the weight of their attention. “you’re all being ridiculous,” he mumbles, though the warmth in his face betrays him.
the intensity of their attention feels overwhelming, yet comforting all at once. the way they look at him, the way they speak to him, it sends a heat coursing through him in all the right places. even though it’s not the first time they’ve teamed up against him like this, united in their relentless affection. taerae still can’t suppress the feelings that rise within him. a part of him wants to argue, to deny the warmth pooling in his chest, but another part, one that grows louder each time, wants to let himself believe them. just for a moment.
“and you’re being loved,” hanbin corrects, his gaze never wavering. “so just let us.”
taerae doesn’t respond, but this time, he doesn’t argue either.
hao, who had been absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of taerae’s oversized t-shirt the entire time, suddenly breaks his silence. “what do we do with you, taerae-yah…” his voice is low, teasing, and edged with something dangerous. “should i bend you over the sink while you watch yourself in the mirror?” he smirks, tone dripping with mischief as his hands slip under the fabric, hiking the shirt higher and exposing more of taerae’s flushed skin to the cool air.
taerae’s breath hitches, sharp and unsteady. it’s the weight of hao’s words, the image they conjure, and the feeling of his hands traveling upward, brushing against skin that seems to burn under his touch.
hao has always been unflinchingly direct, the type to say what he wants without hesitation. between the two of them, he naturally takes the lead, confident in his movements and intentions. the intensity in his gaze alone is enough to leave taerae’s heart pounding, his body responding instinctively even before his mind catches up. taerae’s head spins, caught somewhere between the heat of hao’s touch and the quiet gravity of his voice.
“or—” a new voice cuts in smoothly, matthew’s, pitched just right to make taerae turn his head. matthew kneels beside him on the bed, his presence close enough to make the mattress dip, the movement subtle but felt. “or should i film you while you take it? so you can see what you look like from my perspective?”
his words are soft, almost gentle, but they strike taerae like a lightning bolt. matthew’s hands ghost along taerae’s ribcage, fingertips applying just enough pressure to make him squirm, his body instinctively responding to the touch.
taerae squeezes his eyes shut, his breathing ragged now as he grips at the sheets beneath him. “you— you’re all insane,” he manages to choke out, voice trembling.
hao chuckles above him, his hands still lazily exploring the skin he’s revealed, as though savoring every inch. “no, we’re just honest, taerae-yah,” he purrs. “and you… you’re the one who doesn’t see what we do. so maybe it’s time we help you see it.”
matthew hums in agreement, his touch lingering as his lips curl into the faintest smirk. “trust us, rae. you’ll want to see what we see.”
the room feels too warm, the weight of their words and touches pulling taerae under like a tide. his mind spins, the fight in him slipping with every second, leaving only the sound of their voices and the burn of their hands against his skin.
“should we take this off, baby?” hanbin murmurs, voice soft yet deliberate as his fingers brush over the hem of taerae’s oversized shirt, the last piece of clothing he has left. the question hangs in the air, heavy and teasing, and taerae burns red, the blush spreading across his face and down his neck like wildfire.
because once it’s gone, god, he’ll be laid completely bare beneath them, every inch of him exposed. the thought alone makes his chest tighten and his pulse race.
even though it’s not the first time, taerae still feels a wave of embarrassment wash over him. he’s there, in the middle of the mattress, with all eyes on him. the intenseness of their gazes feels almost unbearable, as if they’re seeing more of him than he’s ready to reveal. he can feel the heat rising to his face, his heart hammering against his ribcage as he fights the urge to cover himself. yet, even in his vulnerability, there’s a strange comfort in their attention. they aren’t just looking at him. they’re seeing him, every part of him, without judgment.
“but… hyung. i…” taerae stammers, his voice a shaky whisper as his hands clutch the hem of his shirt tighter, tugging it lower like it’ll somehow shield him from their gaze.
“mhm, what is it this time?” gunwook asks, exasperation coloring his voice, though there’s an edge of fondness in it too. he looks at taerae with an expression that reads: i already know, don’t even try me.
“my belly…” taerae mutters, a small giggle escaping as he says it, half joking, half not. using humor, once again, to mask the insecurities gnawing at him.
the room collectively lets out a loud, comical sigh in response, as though rehearsed. it’s a sound that makes taerae flinch and pout, his cheeks darkening even more.
“really?” gyuvin huffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “we’ve been over this, hyung.”
“you still haven’t learned your lesson?” jiwoong adds from his spot, his voice teasing but firm.
hao groans dramatically, flopping backward as if taerae’s words have personally defeated him. “this is unbelievable. after everything we’ve said?”
“hyung,” ricky chimes in, leaning in closer, his eyes narrowing playfully. “do we need to get the mirror and show you again? because clearly you didn’t get the message earlier.”
taerae’s giggle turns nervous, his grip on the shirt unrelenting. “i was just joking,” he says quietly, though his voice wavers.
“you always say that,” hanbin retorts, shaking his head with a soft laugh as he reaches for taerae’s hand. his tone gentles as his fingers curl around taerae’s. “but you’re not joking, are you?”
taerae doesn’t respond, looking away, his blush deepening to the tips of his ears.
“exactly,” hanbin says, pulling taerae’s hand gently away from the shirt. “and that’s why we’re here, baby. to remind you how pretty you are–, every single part of you.”
the weight of his words lingers in the room, and for once, taerae doesn’t argue. he lets hanbin’s touch guide him, his insecurities momentarily quieted by the sound of their voices and the warmth of their unwavering presence.
and somehow, despite the burning in his cheeks and the knot in his stomach, taerae manages to let his arms fall to his sides, surrendering to the moment, allowing hanbin to peel it away, slow and conscious, as if he’s handling something precious. when the fabric finally slips over his head, leaving him bare, taerae freezes.
the sight in front of him steals the air away from his lungs.
every pair of eyes in the room is on him; hungry, reverent, and unwavering. their gazes are spirited, their expressions filled with something that makes his heart pound. it’s as if they’re seeing him for the first time, like he really is the prettiest thing in the world. it’s unnerving and thrilling all at once, and for a moment, he can’t tell if he wants to shy away or let himself bask in it.
taerae swallows, his skin prickling under the weight of their attention. their eyes don’t waver; they only drink him in, sparkling with a kind of awe that catches him completely off guard. it’s a feeling he isn’t sure he deserves, but it’s one he can’t bring himself to deny.
“fuck. you really are so sexy, hyung,” gyuvin says, his voice dripping with frustration, like the sight of taerae is too much for him to handle. still seated snugly between taerae’s legs, his hands glide up to taerae’s bare waist, fingertips pressing just hard enough to make the older flinch. he doesn’t stop there, his palms sweep smoothly over taerae’s skin, wandering up his torso, brushing over every inch they can find, claiming him everywhere, anywhere.
taerae’s breath catches, and a small, involuntary whimper slips out. he turns his head to the side, desperate to escape gyuvin’s gaze, to not see what those hands are doing to him, and most importantly, to avoid the eyes that are devouring him whole.
but when his head turns, it doesn’t provide the relief he’s seeking. instead, his gaze lands on jiwoong by the door. jiwoong, whose lips are tucked between his teeth, his expression dark and barely restrained. the tent in his pants is obvious, the sight explicit, and taerae feels a fresh wave of heat crash over him.
there’s no escaping it, the way they look at him, the way they want him. it’s overwhelming, unbearable, and it makes something deep in his chest flutter, foreign and intoxicating.
after seeing taerae turn his head, gunwook reaches out and gently takes hold of his chin, tilting it up. taerae looks up, his eyes meeting gunwook’s, who softly asks, “can i kiss you, hyung?”
taerae doesn’t answer with words. instead, he closes his eyes, a quiet surrender, offering silent permission. as gunwook leans down, his breath warm against taerae’s lips, the older boy instinctively parts them.
gunwook doesn’t hesitate. his kiss is slow and deep, his tongue slipping past taerae’s lips to explore him completely, taking his time, savoring the taste of him. taerae, for his part, responds in kind, letting the boy dominate the kiss, submitting to the sensation as gunwook presses closer, every movement sending sparks through his body. his breath hitches as he lets out a soft whine into the kiss, as if the moment is stretching on endlessly.
he’s no stranger to gunwook’s kisses, accustomed to the way they always leave him breathless, like he’s been conditioned to crave them. but tonight, something feels different. the kisses are more intense, deeper, as if gunwook is taking his time with each movement, pushing past their usual rhythm, savoring every second. each kiss feels longer, more consuming, like a gradual, willful promise that taerae doesn’t want to escape from. the tension between them rises with every touch, every press of lips, until it becomes all-consuming, blurring the line between breath and touch as he moves away,
"hyung," gunwook, too, whines softly, his voice laced with frustration and something else, something softer. his eyes lock onto taerae's, the warmth between them tangible. "just take it." he urges, his tone thick with a mix of fervor and impatience, as though he's been waiting for this moment far too long. there’s a vulnerability in his words, a plea buried beneath the sharp edge, and taerae can feel the weight of it settle deep inside him.
gunwook leans in again, pressing his lips against taerae’s, and taerae doesn’t pull away. he stays there, perfectly still, surrendering to the kiss. he lets it consume him, every inch of him yielding, his body soft and pliant beneath gunwook’s touch. he doesn’t resist; he simply lets himself be taken in, like a good hyung, letting the moment unfold without a word, knowing this is what they both need.
taerae's eyes widen in panic, his breath catching in his throat as he feels hands on his thighs, firm but gentle, parting him further. his mind races, overwhelmed by the sensory overload, lips still locked in a kiss that leaves him disoriented and lightheaded.
his gaze shifts, catching sight of gyuvin, who adjusts his position with a focused ease, lifting taerae's knees just enough to make him shiver as the cold air brushes against his hole. the vulnerability of the moment is jarring, and his pulse pounds loudly in his ears.
before he can fully process what's happening, hanbin moves into the space between his legs, calm and composed, his posture purposeful as he kneels instead of sitting. the change in position feels significant, willful, and taerae's breath snares at the shift in dynamics.
“gonna show you how pretty you are, baby,” hanbin mutters, a soft, knowing smile curling on his lips. his tounge begins to work on taerae, consuming him with a tenderness that gradually melts into a deeper pressure. taerae’s head falls back, his breath hitching as waves of pleasure flood him, every sensation sending shivers through his body. the feeling so deliciously good that he can hardly contain the low groan that escapes him.
hanbin leans down, pressing feather-light kisses along the back of taerae's thighs, his lips soft, trailing lower with every touch. it sends shivers up taerae’s spine, his skin tingling with every press of warmth. then hanbin pauses, his breath ghosting over the damp path he’s left, and blows gently on the pink ring of muscle.
taerae gasps into the kiss with gunwook, the sharp contrast of cool air against heated skin stealing his breath. the gasp is all the opening gunwook needs, and he takes it, deepening the kiss as his tongue ventures further, almost possessive in the way he claims him.
the sounds taerae makes; soft, involuntary, are swallowed by gunwook’s passion, while hanbin’s mouth continue their ministrations on him, grounding him and leaving him floating all at once. the combination of sensations is overwhelming, leaving taerae clutching at the sheets for stability, caught in a whirlwind of tenderness and vigor.
beside him, gyuvin’s presence only intensifies his embarrassment. he holds taerae’s legs up, lifting them effortlessly, and the sight of him positioned this way makes taerae’s face burn with heat. his cheeks flush a deep red, and his neck follows suit, the warmth creeping up to his ears as his heart races. he feels exposed, vulnerable, and yet, there’s an undeniable longing growing in him, an urge to surrender to their touch, to the moment, to everything they’re showing him.
“ha—ah…” taerae breathes out, the pleasure clouding his mind as hanbin’s tounge move expertly over his hole. even though they’ve done this countless times before, hanbin’s favorite pastime being to eat him out in all the right ways. it still leaves taerae breathless, his lungs struggling for air. the sensations course through him, and his body heats up, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
“look at you,” ricky's voice interrupts, smooth and teasing, his words cutting through the haze of pleasure. “how do you keep getting prettier each time, huh?” he says this from beside taerae, his gaze fixed on him with an expression of awe, as though he’s discovering something new every time he looks at him.
taerae’s body tenses under the weight of their attention, the heat only intensifying at ricky's words.
"should i grab my camera now?" matthew suggests casually, his gaze lingering on taerae as he lays on the bed, clearly overwhelmed. "film him like this." he bites his lip, watching the scene unfold with an amused yet thoughtful look.
"would you like that, baby?" jiwoong asks, his voice gentle yet laced with something else as he steps closer. he places a soft kiss on taerae's sweaty forehead, then meets his eyes. "do you want matthew to take a video so you can see how beautiful you look, even when you're being wrecked like this?"
the words linger in the air, a mix of trouble and challenge, and taerae feels his heart race, unsure whether to answer or to simply let them continue.
hanbin lifts his head from between taerae’s thighs, his voice light but laced with impatience. “i say do it. i want to watch it later.. it’s a bummer that i can’t see it." his words are taunting, but there’s a definite edge of demand in them.
jiwoong turns to him, arching an eyebrow as if silently asking for permission.
taerae hesitates for just a moment, his breath caught in his throat. he knows what this means, knows the weight of the decision. but he trusts them, all of them, with something more than just his body. he trusts them with his vulnerability, his fears, his insecurities.
“okay,” he finally sighs out, his voice barely above a whisper. the word is full of quiet surrender, an acceptance of what’s happening, and what’s to come. he closes his eyes, pushing aside any remaining hesitations. he trusts them.
matthew offers him a reassuring smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips, a gesture filled with silent ardor. it lingers just long enough to calm the storm in taerae’s chest before matthew pulls away, a spark of excitement in his eyes as he stands to leave and fetch his camera.
jiwoong, still by his side, runs a hand gently through taerae’s hair, his touch tender yet possessive. “good boy.” he murmurs, the praise dripping from his lips like honey. the words settle in taerae’s chest, heavy and warm, grounding him amidst the whirlwind of emotions.
as he basks in the warmth of praises, taerae feels another hand, delicate but intended, resting on his stomach. the touch sends a shiver through him, and before he can process it, the hand begins to trail downward, going after slow and firm, inching closer to the spot where he aches to be touched the most.
it’s not just the motion but the intent behind it that has him trembling. the quiet, implicit familiarity that whoever this is knows exactly what they’re doing. and just as the hand edges closer to where his skin burns hottest, taerae feels the ache within him intensify, a quiet plea for relief he doesn’t dare voice.
he gasps, the sound sharp and desperate as it escapes his lips, the air stolen straight from his lungs. his eyes dart downward, his breath hitching when he realizes the hand on his cock belongs to hao.
hao’s movements are calculated yet fluid, each stroke purposeful, as if he’s attuned to every twitch of taerae’s body. his fingers press and circle with practiced skill, coaxing small, breathy moans from taerae that fill the room. the tension in taerae’s body melts away with every motion, replaced by a rush of heat that pools low in his abdomen.
“hao hyung,” taerae breathes, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and pleasure, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him to steady himself against the overwhelming senses. but hao doesn’t respond, his focus unwavering, his hands moving in a way that draws another whimper from taerae, leaving him utterly undone.
"yes, baby?” hao purrs, a sly smile curving his lips as his hand continues its steady, purposeful strokes. the sound of his movements fills the room, slick and intimate, a noise that only deepens the blush spreading across taerae’s cheeks. hao’s eyes gleam with mischief as he leans closer, his voice dropping lower. “see? even right here, you’re so pretty. pink and perfect.”
taerae whines, the mix of praise and the sheer intensity of hao’s touch making his head spin. his hands instinctively fly up to cover his face, but the attempt at modesty only makes him more endearing in hao’s eyes.
“don’t hide, taerae-yah,” hao teases, his pace quickening just enough to draw a sharp moan from the older boy. the sound slips past taerae’s lips before he can stifle it, and hao chuckles, clearly satisfied with the reaction.
hao’s touch, steady and intentional, combined with hanbin’s relentless ministrations, sends taerae spiraling into a haze of sensations that makes his head spin. his breaths come in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling as he struggles to keep up with the overwhelming tide crashing over him. it drives him crazy. the way hao pleases him with such precision, how every stroke feels calculated to elicit the exact reaction he’s giving. hanbin, on the other hand, licks with a contrasting rhythm, playful yet calculated, as though his sole purpose is to unravel taerae piece by piece.
the room feels hotter, heavier, every breath taerae takes trembles as hao’s hand works quicker, coaxing every ounce of pressure from his body. taerae’s protests are reduced to soft whimpers and breathy moans, his body completely betraying him as he surrenders to hao’s talented touch and hanbin's nimble mouth.
they’re a perfect duo, taerae realizes, even in a moment like this. their chemistry is indisputable, each movement complementing the other’s without a single misstep. it’s as if they share an unspoken language, one that thrives in moments like these, their synergy effortlessly driving taerae to the brink.
before taerae even realizes it, he cums, releasing onto hao’s hand in warm, messy spurts that paints his skin and drips everywhere. his body trembles uncontrollably, every muscle twitching as waves of pleasure roll through him. his chest heaves with each shaky breath, his flushed face turned to the side in overwhelming embarrassment.
hao only chuckles, low and pleased, watching the boy beneath him shudder and writhe in the aftermath. with a calm, almost plotted motion, hao raises his hand, now slick and glistening, examining it with a wicked glint in his eyes and without hesitation, he brings it to his lips, his tongue darting out to clean the remnants with deliberate, slow movements.
“hmm,” hao hums, his tone playful and teasing, as though savoring the taste. “delicious. you really are perfect, taerae-yah.”
taerae whimpers, his face burning brighter, unable to meet hao’s gaze as he lays there utterly spent, the weight of hao’s words and actions settling heavily in his chest.
hanbin rises from his spot, moving calmly as he reaches for a towel and some nearby merch to clean up taerae, knowing the boy dislikes being left sticky for too long. taerae’s body still trembles, shivering lightly from the aftershocks coursing through him. hanbin’s touch is steady and soothing, a stark contrast to the overwhelming intensity of just moments ago.
as he works, hanbin’s eyes flick to gunwook, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “gunwook, come here,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
gunwook’s eyes light up at the invitation, his eagerness palpable as he mutters an enthusiastic “yes!” a delighted grin spreads across his face as he carefully rises from his spot. he makes his way over, crawling on hands and knees until he’s where hanbin gestures—right between taerae’s parted legs.
“prep him,” hanbin says simply, his voice steady, almost instructional, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
taerae’s eyes snap wide open, his body jolting slightly. “wait, what?” he sputters, barely able to process the command. everything feels like a whirlwind, his mind still reeling from the release he’d just experienced mere moments ago.
his breath comes in uneven gasps as he looks around for some kind of reprieve, but the determination etched on hanbin’s face and the silent agreement from the others make it clear: they aren’t done.
“hold on...! give me a second,” taerae protests weakly, his voice trembling with both disbelief and lingering exhaustion. his limbs feel like jelly, and the overstimulation creeping into his senses makes him want to curl up and disappear.
but hanbin’s gaze softens slightly, leaning in closer. “you’ll be fine, taerae. trust me,” he murmurs, his tone laced with a strange mix of reassurance and authority.
gunwook’s grin widens, excitement flickering in his stare as his hands settle on taerae’s trembling thighs. he leans in, his touch firm but patient, already setting to work as if he’s been waiting for this moment. taerae’s breath catches, the tension returning to his body as gunwook’s hands roam with purpose, leaving no part of him untouched.
“hmph. not fair,” gyuvin grumbles, sulking as he crosses his arms, his lips jutting out in an exaggerated pout. gunwook, ever the tease, sticks his tongue out at him, a playful glint.
gyuvin huffs dramatically, pretending to be offended, but his actions betray him as he grabs one of gunwook’s hands, holding it firmly as he squeezes lube onto it, coating his palm and fingers in the slick substance. his touch lingers for a moment, his movements brood, almost like he’s making a point. “there. now hurry up,” he mutters, feigning annoyance but unable to hide the flicker of a smirk tugging at his lips.
jiwoong chuckles at the playful exchange, his deep laugh resonating through the room as his attention shifts back to taerae. “you okay, bub?” he asks softly, leaning down to bump his head gently against taerae’s, a sweet, familiar gesture that never fails to make taerae’s heart flutter.
taerae lets out a light laugh, his lips curving into a small, breathless smile. “you think?” he teases, his tone laced with affection despite his exhaustion.
jiwoong’s thumb brushes over taerae’s lips, his gaze darkening just slightly as he tilts taerae’s chin up to meet his eyes. “think you can take me?” he asks, his voice low, tinged with a challenge that makes taerae’s stomach twist in anticipation.
“yes,” taerae replies almost too quickly, his voice steady but eager, his lips parting under jiwoong’s touch. “yeah, i can.” his tone carries a determination that surprises even himself, but the way jiwoong’s lips curl into a knowing smirk makes his chest tighten in the best way possible.
jiwoong reaches for a pillow, gently sliding it under taerae's head to provide him with some comfort and support. he moves with care, settling himself onto taerae's chest, ensuring his knees are planted firmly on either side to keep most of his weight off the smaller boy.
taerae's hands tremble as they rise, hesitant yet eager. his fingers hook onto the waistband, tugging it down slowly, his movements unsteady but filled with intent.
as the fabric slips lower, jiwoong's length springs free, the sudden motion startling taerae as his cock nearly brushes his nose before resting heavily against his stomach.
taerae gently takes it in his hands, feeling the warmth and weight of the skin beneath his palms. he leans in slowly, placing a soft, careful kiss on the tip. with a hint of shyness, he then traces the edges of with gentle, tentative licks, each one softer than the last, as if he’s testing the waters, allowing himself to feel every fleeting sensation.
jiwoong watches through hooded eyes and tilts taerae's chin up to him as he taps the head of his cock against his lips. moans at the way the younger's lips spread and have to accommodate the way his fat dick keeps trying to slip into his mouth. he smears his precum all over the latter's lips like he's moisturizing them.
"looks so pretty with your lips all ruined like this," he hums, his voice a soft, almost reverent whisper.
once taerae starts actually going down on him, he can't stop the praises that leave his tongue. "fuck. matthew, you have to see this," he breathes, urgency lacing his words.
matthew hurries to his side, the camera clutched tightly in his hand, the strap wrapped securely around his finger. as he peers through the lens, the scene before him seems to blur in the chaos of his racing heart, his grip faltering, struggling to keep the camera steady. his focus wavers, but the shot is too perfect to let go.
he films taerae as he goes up and down jiwoong's cock with his tongue, trying to coat it all in his saliva.
taerae takes more of him by opening his mouth further. he begins to jerk him away from the area that his lips cannot reach, but he tries his hardest to go as deep as he can while moving his moist mouth up and down. jiwoong's faint noises are even more addictive than the sensation of his cock in his mouth.
his voice is faint as he whispers, "you're doing so well for me." a fond smile appears on jiwoong's face as the younger continues to suck while looking up into his eyes and letting the dick drip down his palm.
taerae is caught off guard by the abrupt sensation of a charge behind him. his eyes widen as he feels gunwook insert two fingers, and he gasps, his body twitching automatically as he writhes.
a wave of heat radiates from his body at the sudden likeness of gunwook. leaves him frozen for a moment, his breath seizing in his throat as he takes in the scene outside his line of sight.
"focus, baby." jiwoong says, tilting his head back.
matthew remains frozen on the side, his camera held steady despite the heavy, ragged breaths that escape him. he captures every moment through the lens, unable to look away, even as his own chest heaves with anticipation.
because jiwoong is so big, taerae's jaw start to strain, but he's determined to keep doing this. eager to have him cum, but also can't stand the taste of his like. that's just how he is.
with his cheeks hollowing, taerae makes all effort possible to suck jiwoong's cock farther down his throat. he begins to sense him in the back of his throat, and jiwoong can't stop how many "good boy's" pop out of his mouth as he caresses the younger's hair tenderly. eventually, he cums all the way down his throat, forcing it to spurt on his chin and down onto his chest.
all the complaints die in taerae's throat, swallowed back by the overwhelming presence of jiwoong. despite the taste he can barely stand, it’s jiwoong, and something about that makes him stay silent.
taerae looks up at him through his lashes, taking in his face, his eyes shut and mouth hanging open in pleasure as a long, almost pathetic, groan comes out. when the older shifts to move off him, taerae’s chest still feels tight, his breaths shallow and uneven, as if the weight of the moment has settled deeper into him. he tries to take in a full breath, but the air feels heavier, and he grips the sheets tighter.
taerae lets out a soft whine as his brain starts to centralize on the way gunwook’s fingers work inside him, expertly massaging his walls. the knots in his abdomen slowly untying under the younger's skilled touch, and taerae can’t help but breathe heavily in pleasure, surrendering to the soothing sensation. each press of sends waves of high through him, making him melt further into the moment.
taerae gasps as gunwook works faster, pressing deep into the tight muscle. each movement is firm and steady, making it harder for taerae to breathe with each press, his body tense from the force. he clutches the sheets beneath him, fingers gripping tightly as he tries to focus on the relief building in the pressure points, unable to stop the waves of tension melting away with every calculated motion.
"gunwook-ah..." taerae breathes out, a whimper escaping his lips. the way gunwook's fingers drill inside him is steering him to the verge, every touch sending waves of warmth through his body. the air between them thickens, charged with an undoubted heat, their proximity making the space feel smaller, more intimate, as if the room itself is holding its breath.
"hurry up!” gyuvin whines, shifting from foot to foot, his impatience growing with each passing second.
"are you seeing him? and you want me to hurry?" gunwook shoots back, raising an eyebrow as he glances at gyuvin, his tone laced with disbelief.
taerae lets out an involuntary moan as gunwook thrusts another inside him, "i got you, baby." he says before starting to fuck him harder with his fingers, hitting a sweet little spot inside that taerae can never reach himself. he's so close that he's almost feeling the ripples of ecstasy wash over him. gunwook's relentless hold on his inner thigh keeps him open as he writhes, his knees pressing together.
it only takes a few more seconds of gunwook's ministrations on his hole for him to cum for the second time that night. as he arches his back and pushes further into the younger and his thick fingers, pleasure bursts from within and loads his entire body.
gunwook doesn’t stop until he's satisfied and the older boy's legs go numb around him, leaves taerae in a dazed, almost incoherent state, his words stumbling over each other as he tries to regain control. his face is flushed, his breath uneven, and his eyes struggle to focus on anything in the room. the vulnerability he feels is clear to everyone present, and the sight of him, fucked dumb, only aggravates the air in the room.
gunwook bites his lip to contain his smile as he presses a kiss to the middle of his belly, "always so good to me, hyung."
taerae lies there, utterly still, his chest rising and falling rapidly from the exertion. he feels a mix of weariness and fulfillment flowing through him, and he can't help but let out a soft, breathless laugh.
"wow," he murmurs, voice slightly strained. "you guys really aren't messing around." his cheeks are flushed, a deep shade of pink that contrasts with his otherwise relaxed expression.
the others in the room look after him intently, their gazes sealed with a tender, affectionate warmth. it's as if they can't help but admire him even in this vulnerable state.
"have we ever told you how pretty you are, taerae?" hanbin asks, his voice low and teasing, but there's a softness to his words.
taerae chuckles, his eyes half-lidded as he looks at the group around him. "yeah. plenty of times, actually." he offers a tired but playful grin, already knowing the constant compliments that always come his way.
"and have you learned your lesson? or does gyuvin need to fuck it back in your head?" hao adds, his voice light yet devilish as he gently pinches taerae's cheek, marveling the way it’s dusted pink from the attention.
taerae raises an eyebrow at him, a wearied flash in his eye, but before he can respond, gyuvin interrupts, his tone mischievous. "mind you, i’d still fuck him even if he did learn," he says with a smirk, his gaze lingering on taerae as if the challenge is already set.
"would you like that, hyung? don't you think i deserve it after you ignored me for how many weeks?" gyuvin lets out with a naughty grin, his tone teasing as he inclines closer, scanning taerae's every reaction.
taerae blinks in surprise, caught off guard by gyuvin bringing it up. he knows the younger boy usually lets things go, never the one to hold grudges. but in this moment, it’s clear that he's using the situation to his advantage, conceivably taking pleasure in the chance to tease him.
taerae pouts playfully at him, the sight so endearing that the rest of the group can’t help but feel their hearts swell. they all exchange glances, almost wishing they could be the one to get the chance to take him like this.
"j-just be gentle," taerae says, his voice soft but with a hint of liability, making the moment even more inviting.
"anything for my baby.” gyuvin says, his voice soft and affectionate.
with a gentle yet firm motion, he intertwines his fingers with taerae's, pulling him up effortlessly and in one fluid movement, he shifts their positions, gently guiding taerae to sit on top while he himself lies back on the bed. the shift in power is subtle but indisputable, and the air between them thickens with anticipation.
"use me however you like," gyuvin adds, his tone low and inviting, eyes locking with taerae's in a mix of trust and desire. he leans back to release his aching cock from the confines of his pants and saliva puddles in taerae's mouth at the picture of him, pre-cum drops from his flushed, red tip.
taerae feels his face bloom, the weight of gyuvin's words hanging in the air between them. he’s no stranger to moments where things get a little tangled, where his role feels more passive, but something about this request feels foreign.
gyuvin fists his cock at the sight of taerae above him, lips parted and chest heaving. the latter’s breath thumbling in his throat as he feels the warmth of gyuvin beneath him. the younger shifts, shuffling carefully, but the slight movement still makes taerae gasp, a sputter of his breath, as muted please races through him at the deeper press of his cock. gyuvin ruts under him, the head of his length catching on his perineum deliciously. they both moan at the feeling, linking their fingers tighter.
taerae gasps when the tip slips into him, already feeling like he’s split in two. the burn of the cock that stretches him endlessly causes tears to rise up in his lash line. silent whimpering fills the room as taerae streaks his hips in slow circles. he pulls out, making the younger boy under him whine at the empty feeling, then, he’s driving his hips forward again. any words dying on gyuvin's tongue as taerae sets a fervent pace.
the smell of sex permeates the humid, heavy air surrounding the room. gyuvin's cock slides in and out of him effortlessly, and his hole is glossed by the clear threads of his slick, pre-cum coat, granting the rest of the boys an exquisite view. taerae lets his eyes rest on him and marvels at how his brows crease in pleasure as gyuvin molds his insides into the shape of him.
sweat gathers on taerae's forehead, a bead sliding down his temple before disappearing along his jawline. matthew, quick to notice, rushes over with his camera, focusing in on taerae's flushed face.
"w-what do you think you're doing?" taerae stammers, shyly turning away from the lens, his cheeks burning brighter under the device.
"taerae hyung, stop moving, look at it!" gyuvin complains from below, his voice tinged with frustration as he tries to keep taerae still.
"just want to capture how beautiful you look, taerae-yah," matthew enunciates, his voice low and steady. his free hand reaches out, gently gripping taerae’s chin and squeezing his cheeks, angling his face toward the camera. the lens captures every detail—the sheen of sweat, the trembling lips, the dazed expression—immortalizing the moment.
taerae braces himself on his knees and feels the younger's cock's base slide out from his walls before lowering himself again to absorb its girth. gyuvin's cock burrows deep once more, settling somewhere that makes him feel so full, he swears his organs shift to make room for him, and it is in the midst of his stuttered whimpers, when matthew straddles gyuvin as well, but this time he faces taerae.
"hi." matthew breathes out, his voice soft as he kneels in front of taerae.
"hi." taerae replies quietly, his tone almost shy. the faint blush dusting his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed.
from somewhere in the background, a stifled giggle breaks the silence, likely aimed at the two of them fumbling through their obvious nerves.
"matthew hyung! i can't see him!" gyuvin grumbles, shifting uncomfortably as he adjusts his position, his playful complaint cutting through the moment.
matthew pays no mind to gyuvin’s grumbling, his focus entirely on taerae. without hesitation, he leans in, capturing taerae’s lips in a feeble, tender kiss that speaks volumes. it’s unhurried, filled with a warmth that seems to melt away the rest of the world. taerae responds just as gently, matching the fondness with equal sincerity. the moment feels delicate, like it belongs only to them, untouched by the noise and chaos around them.
when they finally part, matthew keeps his forehead pressed gently against taerae's, his warm breath mingling with taerae's as their gazes lock. slowly, he reaches up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind taerae’s ear with the utmost care, his fingers lingering for just a moment.
“we’re not just glazing you when we say you’re pretty,” matthew murmurs, his voice quiet but resolute. “i’m 100% serious. and i’d do anything, kill, even, to make you realize that.”
his words hang in the air, heavy with sincerity, and taerae feels his heart flutter, the assertiveness of matthew’s eyes making it impossible to look away.
"thanks, matt," taerae says with a playful gleam in his eye, his lips curving into a sly smile. "but, uh… gyuvin is 9 inches deep inside me right now... just thought you should know. noted, though."
matthew blinks, momentarily stunned, before letting out a flustered, "oh, right!" his gaze drops instinctively, and his eyes widen slightly as he notices the faint bulge in taerae's stomach.
“well, that explains the… uh… situation,” matthew mutters awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as his face flushes a deep shade of red.
"i've never seen a case of 'down bad' as horrendous as matthew's," ricky chimes in, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.
matthew snaps his head toward ricky, his face still flushed. "oh, shut up, ricky. like you’re one to talk!"
ricky smirks, crossing his arms. "please, i have standards. you, on the other hand, are a walking psa for simping too hard."
taerae stifles a laugh, covering his mouth, while gyuvin groans from the background.
"ricky, come here and be useful," matthew says, motioning with his hand. still straddling gyuvin and facing taerae, he reaches for his camera and hands it over to ricky. "film this."
ricky raises an eyebrow but doesn’t argue, taking the camera with a sigh. "you’re unbelievable," he mutters, but he adjusts the lens anyway, ready to capture whatever matthew has planned.
matthew shifts closer to taerae, his movements slow and deliberate. he takes taerae’s cock, still damp with cum, and carefully puts it together on his hand with his. his grip on both their lengths is firm and tight,
"feel that?" matthew murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes never leaving taerae’s. "that's what you do to me, rae."
"mhm. bet," taerae replies with a playful smirk, the teasing edge in his voice clear. really, matthew is the only person he could joke with during moments like this, even though matthew's taut grip on his cock, and everything else, sends another wave of heat rolling through his abdomen.
"i'm not joking!" matthew whines, his tone equal parts exasperated and pouty. he tightens his hold just slightly, leaning in closer. "you never take me seriously," he scolds, his eyes narrowing, though the blush on his cheeks betrays his intensity. "i want you soooo bad, jagiya." taerae bites back a laugh at the endearment, shaking his head.
"just get on with it, damn," ricky says, his voice laced with impatience as he holds the camera, focusing on their dicks lodged together. he’s clearly done with the teasing and ready for something more.
taerae glances at him, doe-eyed and everything, and, true to matthew's earlier words, ricky folds.
"not you, taerae-hyung," ricky says softly, his thumb brushing over taerae's cheek with a affection that contrasts his earlier teasing. "just him, he talks too much." he adds the last part with an animated grin, clearly relishing the moment, despite the tension in the air.
taerae chuckles, his own smile spreading wider as he rolls his eyes at ricky’s ongoing commentary.
"hyung, you're neglecting me," gyuvin whines from beneath, shifting slightly, which causes taerae's breath to catch in surprise.
matthew's grip on both of them remains firm, his fingers wrapping around them with steady confidence. ricky moves the camera closer, capturing the moment as their cocks stay packed to one another. matthew’s voice is calm but insistent, "go ahead, move for gyuvin." his hand constricts just a bit, offering more pleasure as taerae begins to grind on his own, responding to the beat. the quiet tension in the room builds, each movement caught in the frame of ricky's camera.
the way taerae sounds is nothing short of divine, each moan and whimper escaping him sending shivers down their spines and leaving them breathless. the way he moves, so graceful yet sexy, is utterly mesmerizing, holding their gaze hostage as if he were the only thing in the world worth looking at. he truly is their pretty baby. a pang of frustration rises within at the thought that no one else in the world will ever see him like this, that no one else will ever understand just how beautiful and enchanting he is. yet, that frustration is laced with a possessive pride—a selfish relief that this side of taerae belongs only to them, that they alone are entrusted with the privilege of witnessing this perfection.
he moves his hips with such practiced precision, each motion laced with a subtle, captivating allure. a strangled moan sounds in the back of taerae's throat as he pushes himself back into the younger's cock, to the deepest parts inside him. when he bounces with an effortless sensuality, it’s enough to make gyuvin’s breath hitch, his throat tightening as he struggles to keep his composure.
"hyung... so pretty... so good for me," gyuvin murmurs, his voice low and trembling with emotion. he lifts their intertwined hands to his lips, pressing a quiet kiss to taerae's knuckles as if they were something sacred. "you don’t even know what you do to me," he continues, his gaze soft but intense, brimming with unspoken feelings. his voice cracks slightly as he adds, "love hyung so much... so bad, i think i’m about to cry." the raw honesty in his words fills the air, making the moment feel even more intimate.
taerae giggles softly at gyuvin’s emotional rambling, his eyes crinkling with amusement as a warmth spreads through him. without missing a beat, he continues to bounce on his cock, each drop of his body making gyuvin tremble beneath him, almost as if his words were fuel. "love you too, crybaby," taerae teases, his tone playful but tinged with affection. the nickname earns a soft, shaky laugh from gyuvin, who looks up at him with watery eyes, completely undone by the mix of tenderness and teasing. every nerve in his body is on fire as he cums hard. his hot, sticky sperm seeps from around his cock and fills taerae's walls.
matthew steps closer, his eyes locked on taerae as he leans in, capturing every whimper and moan that escapes from his lips, swallowing them in a kiss that seems to consume him completely. he swallows every hiccup as taerae pounds into gyuvin, driving the younger to the brink of overstimulation, only slowing when stars starts to dance in his vision and pleasure is burning in his veins. matthew's growling something in his ear, but his words sound so far away.
"that's so cheesy, but i kinda feel jealous," ricky mutters from the side, a faint pout tugging at his lips. with a quiet sigh, he presses the button to stop the recording and carelessly sets the camera down on the bed beside him, clearly too caught up in his own emotions to care about it anymore.
"of who?" gyuvin shoots back, a teasing grin spreading across his face as he raises an eyebrow at ricky.
ricky rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "don’t ask me no stupid questions," he snaps, his tone laced with mock irritation, though the faint blush on his cheeks betrays him. the room fills with a mix of chuckles and amused glances, his jealousy only adding to the moment’s lightheartedness.
"taerae hyung, pay attention to me too!" ricky whines, his voice rising with playful indignation. "i’m the one who calls you pretty most of the time!"
"guilt-trip much," hao quips with a snicker, earning him a sharp glare from ricky. the two lock eyes for a moment, as if ready to dive into another round of bickering, but their exchange is cut short,
matthew fastens his grip on both of he and taerae's cocks with all the strength he can summon, while babbling in his ear, "cum on my hands, jagiya. c’mon." taerae's head lands on the latter's shoulders as the boy tightens his grip on them, and as he writhes on gyuvin's lap, white, hot pleasure strikes him like a ton of bricks.
a loud, unrestrained moan escapes taerae, his body trembling violently as he reaches his limit once again, his exhaustion evident in the way he collapses back, utterly spent. the tension that had been steadily building within him shatters, and it’s clear to everyone that this is the third time tonight.
the room falls into a stunned silence, broken only by taerae’s ragged breathing as he tries to regain composure. the sight leaves ricky momentarily speechless, his earlier complaints forgotten, while hao exchanges an amused glance with the others.
gyuvin lays beneath taerae, chest rising and falling in tandem with his heavy breaths. his lips are parted in a soft "o," his face painted with the remnants of pure bliss. despite his trembling state, his grip on taerae's hand remains firm, their fingers still intertwined, a silent but clear connection grounding them both.
he glances up at taerae through half-lidded eyes, his gaze soft and adoring, as if trying to memorize every detail of the moment. the warmth of their hands pressed together feels more intimate than anything else, he almost blushes at the closeness.
"hyung," gyuvin murmurs, voice hoarse but tender, "you're... incredible." his words come out breathless, but the sincerity in them is unmistakable.
"thanks. i try," taerae mutters with a small, tired smile, his eyes fluttering shut as the exhaustion settles over him like a warm blanket. slowly, he shifts to get off gyuvin, wincing slightly at the sudden loss of contact. a shiver runs through him as he adjusts to the emptiness, but his body is far too drained to linger on it.
he collapses onto the bed beside gyuvin, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm as a dazed sleepiness begins to pull at him. the comfort of the soft sheets and the faint warmth of the others surrounding him make it tempting to drift off entirely.
but just as he feels himself slipping into unconsciousness, something sharp cuts through the haze in his mind. his eyes snap open in sudden realization.
"ricky!" taerae exclaims, bolting upright with an urgency that startles the others. his voice carries a mix of panic and determination as though he's just remembered something critical.
ricky, standing by the bed with a sly smirk, raises an eyebrow. "what?" he asks, feigning innocence, though the mischievous glint in his eye betrays him.
"sorry, ricky-yah. come here, how do you want me?" taerae asks softly, his voice laced with both fatigue and sincerity. even in his worn-out state, he radiates warmth, the kind of care that makes everyone around him feel special.
ricky's heart swells, his chest tightening with an overwhelming wave of affection. he really is something else, he thinks. a ball of sunshine who, even when he's spent, still puts others before himself.
"hyung can just sit still and look pretty. i'll do all the work," ricky replies, his tone playful but brimming with adoration.
taerae chuckles, the sound light and sweet, before letting himself relax back against the pillows. "well, if you insist," he says, a teasing smile playing on his lips as his eyes lock with ricky's, sparkling despite the weariness tugging at him.
ricky leans closer, his movements deliberate and filled with care. for a moment, time seems to slow, the others watching as his cock twitches visibly beneath his shorts, the growing tension in the air between him thick enough to choke on.
ricky swallows, and as he watches the boy give him his signature fuck-me eyes, his hand eventually slides under his shorts' waistband and palms his cock. he then lets out a low, rumbling sigh, and his fingers quickly push his shorts down far enough to release his cock. the boy underneath him can't help but groan at what he sees as it slams loose to slap obscenely into his stomach.
he strokes himself slowly to start, his eyes locked on taerae, watching his every reaction, feeding off the way his chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths, the way his cheeks get redder than it already is for the past hour.
his cock leaks pre-come over his knuckles each time his fist passes over the dripping head, the wet sound of it mixing with the low hum of the fan and the older's breathy sighs. taerae lays still, his eyes never leaving ricky.
"look at you, so beautiful like this, hyung. i always remind you of that, don't i?" ricky says softly, his voice gentle and sincere. "this is all because of you. you're just that beautiful." his pace quickens, his fist pumping his cock with a new urgency, heavy balls bouncing with every rough tug.
"god, you pretty fucking thing," ricky groans, his voice full of awe. his eyes flicker between taerae’s flushed face and the way he’s glowing, as if he can’t decide where to focus. "it’s a shame you can't see yourself like this."
"seriously? this is what you mean when you say you'll do all the work? at least let me lend a hand," taerae teases, a playful edge in his voice.
"nope. you'll lend me something even better." ricky responds with a smirk, his tone low and teasing.
ricky tries not to cringe as he spits on his hand, instantly reaching to stroke himself. as he squeezes harder and work himself into an orgasm as quickly as he could, he exhales in relief, attempts to control his groans and whines, particularly as he gets closer to climax, by moving his hand clumsily up and down his dick, allowing his saliva to mix with precum.
“gonna cum, baby,” he jerks his cock, and taerae sits up on his elbows immediately, looking him in the eyes with a smile as he lays his face out for him.
ricky's groans reverberate in his chest. his jaw clenches as he straddles taerae's chest, his eyes roving over the older, his cock hard and swollen in his palm as he starts to stroke harder, and he cums, in taerae's face, everywhere. ricky uses his other hand to hold his head in position while painting him with his release, aiming for his mouth but he's making no effort to catch his cum there.
but still, taerae, like the good boy he is, accepts everything drop that comes his way with composure. he remains still, good, taking it all in.
drops of ricky's cum land lightly on his face, sliding down the bridge of his nose and pooling at the corner of his lips before slipping into his mouth. he blinks but stays composed, quietly letting it happen, his expression unreadable as if he's contemplating something far away.
"look at him," hanbin chuckles softly from behind, his voice laced with amusement. "you can tell he hates it, but also secretly enjoys it. so cute."
taerae lets out a soft whine, his lips pressed tightly together as if to keep anything from getting into his mouth. the gesture, paired with the slight pout on his face, makes him look and sound even cuter than he already is. it’s moments like these that highlight just how naturally endearing he can be.
hao reaches over to grab the camera from the bed, his movements scurried and deliberate. scooting closer, he focuses the lens on taerae’s reddened, disheveled face, a masterpiece of wreckage and beauty. with gentle fingers, he grasps taerae’s chin, tilting his head slightly to find the perfect angle.
“stay just like that,” he murmurs, his voice soft but firm, and taerae, ever the obedient one, freezes in place. his wide, doe-brown eyes meet the camera’s gaze, unblinking, shimmering with emotion. the quiet intensity between them speaks louder than words, the air charged with unspoken trust. "look so pretty with cum all over your gorgeous face.”
“gonna archive this and call it my art,” ricky says with a lopsided grin, his tone carrying just a hint of seriousness beneath the joke.
he taps his cock lightly on taerae’s lips–once, then twice, lingering for just a moment as if sealing the memory in place. ricky lingers for a moment, looking down at taerae with a glint in his eyes, as if savoring the moment. then, with a casualness that belies the intimacy of the moment, he slowly shifts, gently easing himself off taerae’s chest, a subtle shift of weight that brings a quiet sigh from him.
they all watch him as he lies there, flushed and disheveled, yet undeniably beautiful. despite the sticky mess, taerae radiates beauty that leaves them breathless. they look at him in awe, their gazes soft yet filled with pride, taking in the way he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to be theirs in every sense.
gyuvin moves to sit beside him, reaching out to intertwine their fingers, a quiet gesture that feels second nature to him now. taerae doesn’t even flinch; he’s grown used to gyuvin’s subtle obsession with holding his hand, the comfort of their connection.
on the other side, gunwook mirrors the action, gently taking taerae’s other hand in his own. the warmth of their touch is grounding, steady, as if silently reminding him he’s not alone. encased between them, taerae feels a quiet reassurance, the unspoken bond between them speaking louder than words ever could.
the room feels heavy with the weight of unspoken admiration for the boy, a collective realization of just how special he is. it's not just the way he looks, but the way he trusts them so completely, how he carries himself with a strength that’s as delicate as it is unyielding. he’s their taerae, their most prized possession.
and they wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. this moment, this connection, it’s theirs and theirs alone. the sight of taerae, radiant even in his vulnerability, cements the unshakable bond they share.
to them, he’s irreplaceable, a treasure that no one else could ever hold. the quiet warmth in the room speaks volumes, louder than any words could. they know, without a doubt, that this, he, is everything they could ever want.
"woah, everyone, look at how pretty he is," hao says, gesturing to the group as he frames taerae perfectly in the camera’s screen. his voice is soft with admiration, but there’s a glint of playful pride in his eyes.
"holy shit," matthew mutters, leaning over hao’s shoulder for a better look. "we could make a movie out of this."
he doesn’t get to finish before taerae’s foot connects with his shin, making him yelp. "ow! was that necessary?"
"completely," taerae replies flatly, though the flush on his cheeks betrays his embarrassment.
hanbin laughs softly from his spot, arms crossed as he watches the chaos unfold. "matthew might actually have a point for once," he says with a grin. "something this beautiful deserves a premiere, don’t you think?" he shoots a teasing glance at taerae, who groans in response, sinking deeper into the bed.
jiwoong, perched nearby, tilts his head with a smirk. "how about we call it ‘more than enough?’ has a nice ring to it, don’t you think, taerae?" his tone is smooth and amused, his eyebrow quirking as taerae glares at him with exasperation.
taerae whines, tugging lightly at his hands still captured by gyuvin and gunwook. "guys, i’d really love to see what you’re all gushing about, but neither of you are letting go of my hands!"
gyuvin tightens his grip playfully, resting his chin on taerae’s shoulder. "not a chance, hyung. we like you just like this."
gunwook nods in agreement, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "you’re too pretty for your own good, taerae hyung. we’re just making sure you don’t forget it."
"guys, i’m calling it... ten seconds before he loses it," ricky quips from the side, his tone light but perceptive as his sharp eyes scan taerae's quiet form. it’s not just his usual playfulness; there’s an underlying care in the way ricky notices the subtle signs, taerae’s uneven breaths, his wandering eyes, the way his entire body quivers with exhaustion and overstimulation.
the others exchange knowing glances, shifting into action like a well-rehearsed team. hao sets down the camera with a soft click, his expression unusually tender, while gunwook gently adjusts taerae's posture, making sure he’s comfortable. jiwoong, ever the quiet observer, grabs a towel without a word, his movements fluid and careful.
taerae’s head lolls to the side, his half-lidded eyes meeting ricky’s for a brief moment. there’s a hint of gratitude in his gaze, an unspoken thank-you for knowing when to draw the line.
because to be loved is to be known. and in this moment, surrounded by their gentle care and quiet understanding, taerae feels profoundly known.
"sleep well, pretty boy," hanbin murmurs, his voice soft as he leans down to press a tender kiss to taerae's forehead. the gesture is gentle, sealing the moment with unspoken affection.
"you did so well," hao adds, his tone carrying the warmth of quiet pride. his hand brushes lightly over taerae’s hair, a soothing touch meant to ground him, to let him know he’s safe and cherished.
matthew kneels at taerae’s side, his voice earnest and steady. "i genuinely hope you see yourself the way we see you, taerae." his words hang in the air, raw and full of meaning. for a moment, silence follows, their gazes locked on the boy who means so much to them all.
taerae, though exhausted, smiles faintly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. and as his eyes flutter shut, he’s surrounded by their presence—safe, loved, and wholly at peace.
and for a moment, he actually believes it. that he’s pretty. pretty enough to deserve all this.
the way their hands linger on him, the warmth in their voices, and the sincerity in their words—all of it wraps around him like a comforting embrace. for once, the doubts that usually cloud his mind fade into the background, replaced by the tender certainty reflected in their eyes.
maybe, just maybe, he really is as beautiful as they see him. and as he drifts into sleep, he clings to that thought, letting it settle deep within him like a fragile but hopeful truth.