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Yeosang stiffened when Mingi’s hand landed on his thigh. Mingi patted him and kept his hand there. Yeosang didn’t know why; they were watching a movie and Mingi was even on his phone. Yeosang ignored him.
He was so good at ignoring Mingi he didn’t even notice him inching his way up until Mingi squeezed his inner thigh. Yeosang sucked in a breath. He didn’t do much else, only shifting slightly and gluing his eyes to the TV.
Yeosang blushed when Hongjoong joined them on the couch. He became self-conscious of how Mingi was touching him, embarrassed by the obvious intimacy of it. They touched each other like this, Yeosang knew that, he just didn’t enjoy it as much as the others.
Hongjoong sat on the other side of Yeosang. He curled up to him, his arm behind Yeosang on the couch, their heads close, his knees almost in Yeosang’s lap. Yeosang frowned and shifted away.
“Rude.” Hongjoong mumbled, scooting closer.
Yeosang rolled his eyes and sat still. He’d only get closer to Mingi if he kept moving, anyway.
Mingi took it upon himself. He put his phone away and draped his arm behind Yeosang, switching his other hand to take the spot on his thigh. Yeosang almost felt like jumping up and sitting somewhere else.
Jongho came into the living room then. He seemed to be walking through, but paused once he saw what they were watching. He stopped behind the couch and absentmindedly began to play with Yeosang’s hair.
Yeosang was a bit more comfortable with that; at least Jongho didn't have his entire body pressed to him like Mingi and Hongjoong. Yeosang’s blush deepened as Seonghwa came into the room. He balked when Seonghwa sat on the floor next to Yeosang’s legs. There was more space on the couch and two whole other chairs. Surrounding him like this was extremely unnecessary.
Yeosang was getting warm, and not in a good way. He was overwhelmed, too many sensations on him. The only thing stopping him from leaving was the possibility of hurting their feelings. But he was uncomfortable.
Yeosang’s indecision cycle was broken when Jongho spoke: “Can I see your hands, Yeosang?”
“My hands?” Yeosang questioned, though he raised them for Jongho.
Jongho took his wrists and brought Yeosang’s knuckles to his lips to kiss. Yeosang flinched at the unexpected feeling, but Jongho held tight, surprising Yeosang even further. Jongho moved him so his elbows were bent and his hands were behind his head.
“What are you doing?” Yeosang demanded, though his confidence wilted when Mingi slid his hand to his stomach.
Mingi kept going, snaking up Yeosang’s front and stopping when he had a hold on his jaw. He turned Yeosang’s head to him and said, “Do you want us to stop?”
Yeosang scanned his face. He realized what was happening now, but this wasn’t how they usually went about it. They didn’t even usually play in groups. Yeosang took a while to answer. The build-up had made him nervous, embarrassed by all the skinship. He took so long to reply that Jongho had lost his certainty and his grip on him loosened.
Yeosang shook his head. He hadn’t looked away from Mingi during that time, not making eye contact but glancing around his face and body, and hadn’t noticed Seonghwa move. He jumped when Seonghwa set his hands on his knees, kneeling in front of him.
“It’s just me, baby. Why are you nervous?” Seonghwa asked. He spread Yeosang’s legs barely a centimeter.
“I’m not.” Yeosang lied.
Hongjoong placed his hand on Yeosang’s left pec. “Your heart’s beating so fast, though. Don’t you trust us?”
“I do.” Yeosang blurted. He didn’t know where Hongjoong got that idea. He never has and never will be scared of them. They knew what he liked in bed. And they knew what they were doing to him right now; Yeosang was sure they planned this.
“Then calm down. Let us take care of you.” Seonghwa told him. He opened Yeosang’s legs a bit more.
Yeosang took a breath and nodded. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back to rest on the couch. He twitched when Jongho kissed his forehead, not because he didn’t want it but because he hadn’t seen it coming. He opened his eyes and tried to move his hands to touch some part of Jongho, maybe clutch his shirt, but Jongho held fast to his wrists. Yeosang’s brow furrowed. Why was he being restrained?
Yeosang looked back down and realized how much Seonghwa had spread his legs in those few moments. Seonghwa fit in between them, his hands sneaking up his thighs. Yeosang could feel his gaze on him while he inched down his sweatpants, but Yeosang kept his eyes on his hands, not wanting any more surprises.
Of course, though, that wasn’t possible.
Wooyoung and Yunho walked in together. Yeosang cringed away a tiny bit, hitting Seonghwa’s shoulders with his knees and sitting up a millimeter. He was nervous still—the feeling never left—and he didn’t know why. Because they haven’t played altogether in a long time? That was true, but it’s not like they’ve never done it before. Because all the focus was on him? Yes, that part was worrying him. This is something they’ve never done. Why him?
The two paused mid-step, and Yeosang felt bad about it. He wanted them, really. He just would've been more comfortable if they hadn't bombarded him like this.
“Why does he look scared?” Yunho asked quietly.
The others paused, too. Yeosang internally panicked. He bit his lip and tilted his head back again, his eyes shut. He gave a small thrust into Seonghwa’s hand. He was hard now, and his clothes didn’t hide it at all.
“Are you scared?” Mingi asked.
Yeosang shook his head hard.
“Are you okay?” Hongjoong asked.
Yeosang nodded, though less enthusiastic. “A lot.” He whispered, his sentence half-formed because his thoughts weren’t fully formed either.
“We can slow down.” Seonghwa said. “Some of us can go away. Do you want that?”
Yeosang took a moment to think. No, he liked all of them here. He was anxious, sure, this was new and sudden, but he felt loved at the same time. He wanted San, too. Where was he?
Yeosang shook his head. He agreed with Seonghwa’s first suggestion, though, and murmured, “Slow.”
“Of course, honey. Can we lay you down?” Seonghwa asked.
Yeosang pursed his lips and nodded. He assumed they were going to take him to a bed, but instead Mingi and Hongjoong stood and they stretched him across the couch. Jongho had to let go of him, and he went to hold his wrists again when Yeosang got into his new position, but Yeosang hesitated to let him. He’s never tried any sort of bondage himself and has never witnessed any of them do it. Jongho accepted his decision without a word and took a step back. Yeosang realized he missed it. He held out his hands for Jongho. Jongho smiled and restrained him again. He was standing behind Yeosang’s head at the arm of the couch, Yeosang’s arms up and his hands at Jongho’s chest.
Seonghwa continued to tug his pants down. He knelt on the floor next to his hip, and Hongjoong was beside him, and Wooyoung was kneeling, too, by his head. Yeosang took deep breaths.
Yeosang closed his eyes when his cockhead was exposed. He grunted weakly when Seonghwa kissed it. Hongjoong groped his thigh. He was warm again, but now in a good way. His anxiety was washing away, albeit slowly. San popped into his mind again.
“You’re late.”
Yeosang opened his eyes. San was finally here. He stepped next to Jongho.
“I didn’t see your text.” San replied. Quietly, he told Jongho hi and pecked his cheek.
Text. Of course. That’s what Mingi was doing on his phone. How else would they have known to gang up on Yeosang like this?
Mingi rolled his eyes. He was standing behind Hongjoong, petting his hair.
“Shouldn’t we be in a room?” San questioned.
Yeosang’s breath hitched when Seonghwa sucked on his cockhead. He wasn’t entirely out of his clothes yet.
“We need to be gentle with him.” Jongho advised quietly.
“You’ve handcuffed him.” San pointed out.
Yeosang fought a smirk.
“He wants it.” Jongho assured him.
“Do you want to go to a room?” Wooyoung asked. He set his hand on Yeosang’s chest.
Yeosang nodded. Jongho helped him sit up and Seonghwa tugged his pants back up. Multiple hands helped him stand, then it seemed like all seven of them were touching him in some way as they walked to a bedroom. Yeosang welcomed it. He was feeling small now, like he’d be lost if they stopped telling him what to do. Or, he’d be lost if they didn’t start telling him what to do. He was tired of making decisions.
Yeosang’s limbs were shaky as he climbed on the bed. It was Mingi’s; his bed was the biggest as he had his own room. Yeosang sat on his calves and waited for them to do something.
"What do you want, angel? We'll do whatever you want." Seonghwa said.
Yeosang looked at them. They were circled around the bed, seven pairs of eyes locked on him. Yeosang felt like prey. He scooted a few inches back.
"You pick." He mumbled.
San got on the bed with him. He cupped Yeosang's face and said, "Hey, what's up? You seem so nervous. Were they mean to you? We don't have to do this, baby. We won't be mad. Just say the word."
Yeosang shook his head slightly. He pecked San's lips before he spoke. "Not mean. I want it. Just scary. Overwhelming."
"Yeah? We can go slow. You can kick everybody out but one or two. We just want to make you feel good. We want to do everything we can to make you feel good." San told him.
Yeosang's tummy and chest were hot. He felt loved. He kissed San again, a bit longer than last time.
"I'm afraid I won't be good enough for you." Yeosang whispered.
Yes, that was it. Yeosang vocalized it as it came to him. The focus on him, the fact that it was all of them, how much Yeosang could tell they wanted this. It was pressuring. What if he couldn't do what they wanted? What if they had planned the whole thing and he didn't act how he was supposed to? What if they didn't enjoy their time with him? The possibility of being a disappointment made him want to cry.
"Hey, hey, no. No. Don't think like that. We love you, Yeosang. We love you and we love everything you do. You are good enough. Right?" San turned to the others, continuing with, "Whatever he does tonight, we'll love, right? He'll make us proud no matter what, yeah?"
They answered with a chorus of "yes" and "of course" and "we love you." Yeosang smiled slightly. He pressed his forehead to San's, then San squeezed his cheeks and kissed him. Yeosang grinned.
"Still up for it?" San asked.
Yeosang nodded. He kissed San once more, harder this time. San broke away and began to change positions, and in that moment, Yeosang met everyone's eyes again, and no longer felt like they were about to pounce. San moved to sit against the headboard and put Yeosang in his lap. San held him close, his front to Yeosang's back.
The others got on the bed. It got crowded quickly, but Yeosang didn't care. He wanted them closer, actually.
"What do you want, baby?" Seonghwa asked again.
"You pick." Yeosang repeated.
"Sangie," San started, lips on his ear.
"I don't want to think anymore." Yeosang announced.
They paused. In the silence, Yeosang's anxiety came back to him. He then saw Seonghwa smile.
"Okay. We can help with that." Seonghwa said.
Yeosang shut his eyes when they began to close in on him. Hands slid up his thighs and to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down. His underwear came with. One of them held his hand. Another groped his bicep. San was kissing his neck.
Another pair of lips landed on his cock. Yeosang gasped and bucked into the feeling. He opened his eyes, and Yunho was on him. He took Yeosang's dick down his throat with ease. Yeosang squirmed, both hands making a fist—one in the sheets and the other squeezing a hand. Yeosang looked, and it was Jongho that was holding him.
They made eye contact. Jongho raised Yeosang's hand to his mouth and kissed his fingers. Yeosang watched, transfixed. His jaw dropped when Jongho took two of his fingers into his mouth. He was deliciously warm and wet inside. Yunho sucked hard on his cockhead, making Yeosang's brow furrow and his head drop back on San's shoulder.
"Look at him," Hongjoong said, voice full of adoration, "He's so sensitive."
San took the opportunity to dive into Yeosang's neck, kissing and sucking and licking. Yeosang whined.
"So pretty." Wooyoung murmured.
Yeosang couldn't. He just couldn't. Jongho was still tasting him, San was sucking out hickeys, and Yunho was drinking up his precum. He already knew he couldn't last.
His eyes rolled back in his head when San bit him and Yunho deepthroated him at the same time. He couldn't. Yeosang tore his hand away from Jongho to sit himself up, causing both San and Yunho to shoot off of him at the sudden movement. Yeosang squeezed his eyes shut and breathed heavily. He hid his face in San's neck and whimpered. He squirmed, his legs rubbing together.
They were quiet. Yeosang managed to ignore it, focusing on calming down and slowing the fasttrack his orgasm was on. He wasn't finishing this early.
"You can cum, sweetie." Yunho chuckled. "Just relax. Don't hold back."
Yeosang shook his head. Cumming meant dealing with the stupid refractory period. His, he noticed, wasn't very long, thankfully, but he still didn't like it. Especially if they were all wanting to play with him.
"Okay, then. What do you want to do now?" Yunho asked.
"Wanna help us, baby boy?" San asked.
Yeosang nodded. He peeled open his eyes and waited for someone to position him. Soon, Mingi was kneeling and Yeosang was sitting on his calves in front of him. He pawed at Mingi's clothes as he pushed them down as if that helped him in any way. Yeosang took his cock into his mouth. He was big, and Yeosang had a small mouth, so he used his hand on more than half of him. Mingi pet his hair.
Yeosang's hand was taken and lifted, being set on someone's dick. Yeosang opened his eyes to find Hongjoong kneeling next to Mingi. Yeosang pumped him as best as his distracted mind could.
Wooyoung took the spot on the other side, and now Yeosang was jerking off him and Hongjoong while blowing Mingi. This was better, Yeosang liked this. He was still the center of attention, but at least now there was a reason.
Mingi gripped Yeosang's hair. Yeosang looked up at him, lips barely getting past his cockhead.
"Fuck. God, you're so pretty." Mingi hissed.
Yeosang's heart bloomed with warmth.
"Such a good boy for us." Wooyoung said with a pat to Yeosang's head.
Yeosang mewled at the name. Good boy. That's all he ever wanted to be. He made eye contact with Wooyoung now, paying more attention to him, hoping, trying so hard, to be good for him. Wooyoung smiled at him, eyes warm.
When Hongjoong wrapped his hand around Yeosang's, he realized he'd nearly forgotten about him. Yeosang pumped him quickly. Hongjoong grinned, eyes also warm and loving and pure.
Yeosang popped off of Mingi for the first time. He'd been breathing through his nose, but needed a reset. He breathed deeply and continued to stroke Wooyoung and Hongjoong.
Mingi began to touch himself. "Can I?" he asked.
Yeosang nodded. He opened his mouth. He gasped when someone slid up behind him, curling their hand around his dick. Yeosang's hands faltered on Wooyoung and Hongjoong.
"Cum for us, baby, please. I wanna see it so bad." Yunho whispered in his ear. He nipped at the lobe.
Yeosang moaned and slumped into Yunho's embrace. He tried to keep going for Wooyoung and Hongjoong, but wasn't able to. Yunho had apparently lubed his hand, and the soft slickness of his strokes made Yeosang's whole body throb. It didn't help that Yunho towered over him, enveloping him close to completely and making Yeosang feel safe. He felt safe to cum, the consequences nowhere near his mind.
So he came. He shook in Yunho's arms and his moan turned silent. He flinched when something landed on his face, then remembered Mingi and widened his mouth for him. Mingi tilted his head by his hair and aimed for his tongue.
Yeosang started to whine when Yunho continued to touch him after his high had dropped off. He gripped Yunho's wrist and pulled him away. Yunho instead clutched his waist, his mouth still on Yeosang's neck. The last few drops of Mingi's cum landed on Yeosang's cheek. Yeosang licked his lips and swallowed.
Yeosang felt Mingi drop to sit down. He kept his eyes closed and took deep breaths. Before Yeosang could even think about what to do next, Wooyoung grabbed his head and dragged his tongue across his face. Wooyoung ordered Yunho to move, and the intensity of his voice made Yeosang shiver. Wooyoung pushed Yeosang to his back and straddled him. He cleaned Yeosang's face of Mingi's cum. He was rough with it, ignoring Yeosang's features, panting through it. He kissed Yeosang once he was done, and he'd swallowed by then, but Yeosang could still taste it on him.
"Look at me." Wooyoung said.
Yeosang's eyes fluttered open. Wooyoung didn't say anything. He merely smiled and kissed him once more before sitting up. Yeosang yelped when he sat on his cock.
"Oh, sorry, baby." Wooyoung said, climbing off of him. He pulled off Yeosang's pants and underwear, which didn't help Yeosang at all right now, but he didn't fight it.
"Come here, sweetie. Do you need a break?" Seonghwa asked, sitting Yeosang up and getting behind him just like San and Yunho had done. Yeosang found he really liked sitting like this.
Yeosang nodded. Seonghwa wrapped his arms around Yeosang and pressed their heads together.
"Does baby want to watch? San and Jongho were having fun." Seonghwa told him.
Yeosang stretched to see the two just out of his line of sight, and Seonghwa turned them for a better view. Jongho was on his back, legs spread and San two fingers deep in his hole. They were kissing and were loud about it.
Yeosang whined. "Pretty." He whispered.
Seonghwa kissed his cheek. "Yes, angel. Once you want them back on you just say so."
Yeosang was fine with this being more of an orgy than a gangbang, so didn't think he'd listen to Seonghwa's suggestion. He hummed, though, and continued to watch. There was movement out of the corner of his eye, and Yeosang looked to see Hongjoong and Mingi kissing.
"Pretty." Yeosang said again.
Wooyoung was in front of him, and he smiled and squeezed Yeosang's knee.
"You're pretty too, you know that?" Seonghwa asked.
Yeosang nodded, distracted. He was back on San and Jongho. Yunho was with them now, and he brought Jongho's leg up to kiss from his foot to his knee, then jumped to San's shoulder. He sank his teeth into San's neck. San's musical moan made Yeosang's skin tingle.
"Do you want to bottom for us, sweet boy?" Seonghwa asked. Yeosang nodded. "Do you want to top?"
After a second, Yeosang shook his head. That was energy he didn't have.
"Okay. How many of us do you want?"
Yeosang switched to Hongjoong and Mingi. Mingi was jerking Hongjoong off now. Mingi pushed Hongjoong to lay down, maintaining their kiss. Hongjoong squirmed and moaned underneath him.
"I don't know." Yeosang mumbled.
"Can you think for me, please? We can't make this decision for you, it's too important. Just say a number and we'll figure out the rest." Seonghwa said.
"I want you." Yeosang said quietly.
"Only me?"
Yeosang looked at Wooyoung. He was still there, listening and waiting patiently. "And Wooyoung."
Wooyoung smiled. And leaned and kissed Yeosang's forehead.
"Jongho." Yeosang finished.
"I don't think Jongho tops very often, sweetheart. I'll need to ask him." Seonghwa told him.
Yeosang pouted. Wooyoung saw, and he crawled into Yeosang's lap to kiss him. "It'll be okay, baby. You still have us. Do you want someone else if Jongho doesn't want to?"
Yeosang kept kissing as he thought. They were soft and slow. Without moving away, he said, "San."
"Okay, angel. If Jongho says yes, do you want both of them?" Wooyoung asked.
Yeosang shook his head. "Jongho."
"Okay. Let me go ask." Wooyoung said, and with one more kiss, he moved away.
Yeosang turned in Seonghwa's lap to face him. They wrapped their arms around each other and Yeosang nuzzled into the crook of his neck. After orgasm, Yeosang was, for the most part, sex repulsed until he was able to get aroused again. He could watch, but didn't want to be touched at all. That's why he usually didn't do second rounds. He appreciated sitting with Seonghwa like this. He needed it. Seonghwa always knew what he needed without even being told.
Yeosang wanted to know how Wooyoung's conversation with Jongho and San was going. Yunho was listening too, probably. Yeosang didn't feel bad about picking some over the others. They each had their strengths. If they were going to pamper him like this, he'd might as well take advantage of it.
Wooyoung appeared behind Seonghwa and brushed his fingers through Yeosang's hair so he'd look at him.
"Jongho says no, baby. San, Seonghwa, and I are okay?" Wooyoung said.
Yeosang nodded. Perfectly okay. He leaned to kiss him, pressing closer to Seonghwa to reach him. Wooyoung laughed and met him in the middle.
"Tell us when you're ready." Wooyoung told him.
Yeosang nodded. His eyes widened when hands slipped onto his shoulders. He was pulled back into someone else's embrace, still sitting in Seonghwa's lap but his back pressed to their chest.
"Sorry, Sangie. Maybe another time." Jongho murmured.
"Don't say sorry." Yeosang replied. He was exposed in this position. He still had his shirt on, so he tugged it down to cover his cock.
Jongho slid his hands to Yeosang's tummy. He pushed Yeosang's shirt back up a little bit, and Yeosang didn't know if it was accidental or not. He realized it was on purpose when Jongho snaked his hands under Yeosang's shirt and up to his pecs. He thumbed at his nipples. Yeosang whined.
"He might not be ready again, Jongho." Seonghwa warned.
Jongho paused.
Yeosang shook his head. "Ready."
Jongho pinched his nipples, making Yeosang whimper. His cock twitched back to life, and it was a tiny bit painful. His hips bucked into nothing.
"Want mommy to touch you?" Seonghwa asked.
Yeosang bit his lip, his brow knitting together. He nodded hastily. Seonghwa wrapped his hand around Yeosang's cock and gave a light squeeze. Yeosang whined, pushing back into Jongho's chest. But Jongho was strong. He was sturdy. He kept Yeosang upright. He rolled Yeosang's nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, making Yeosang's noises louder.
Hongjoong scooted up to Yeosang. He touched his belly like Jongho had, going up to his chest and stopping at the base off his neck. "Off." He ordered.
Jongho did it for him. He sat Yeosang up and pulled off his shirt. Yeosang leaned on Jongho again, and Jongho held his waist. His hands were warm and comforting.
"Daddy can touch you too?" Hongjoong asked, his hand hovering over Yeosang's cock.
Yeosang nodded. Hongjoong helped Seonghwa stroke, focusing on his head. Yeosang squirmed. Hongjoong dipped down and spat on him for lube. Yeosang moaned openly, his hands clenching by his sides. Jongho went back to his nipples. Yeosang went pliant, the euphoria making his head fuzzy.
"Daddy can finger you?" Hongjoong asked.
Yeosang gave a weak "uh huh." They moved him to lay on his back in the middle of the bed. The focus was back on him, everybody circled around him. Hongjoong was passed the lube and he gently pushed Yeosang's legs out of the way. Yeosang kept his eyes down, shy. Hongjoong held his thigh and eased a slick finger into his hole.
Yeosang bit his lip and rested his head on the bed. Mingi was closest to him, and he grabbed his hand to hold. Mingi squeezed him.
"Can I help, too?" Yunho asked.
Yeosang nodded. Instead of Hongjoong adding a second finger, Yunho added one of his own. Yeosang whimpered. It felt different, it felt weird, having independent parts moving inside him. He didn't hate it.
One of them squeezed in another finger, and Yeosang squeaked and clenched Mingi's hand.
"Slower?" Mingi asked.
Yeosang nodded. The third finger was removed. Yeosang thinks they tried to make it up to him, because they moved around until they found the spot that made Yeosang moan. They stayed on his prostate, thankfully not too intense, and Yeosang began to grind into them. He didn't know what to do with his other hand now. He settled on holding Mingi's with both of his and pressing Mingi to his mouth. And licked and nipped at him.
Mingi caressed Yeosang's face with his free hand and kissed his forehead. "You're so cute." He whispered.
Yeosang ignored him. Mingi's hand muffled his moans. More hands landed on him, seemingly from all of the others, on his stomach and chest and legs. It was hard to stay focused, to stay in the present, when he was surrounded by good sensations. The tension released in his body. All he could do was whimper.
"Ready for more?" Hongjoong asked.
Yeosang didn't feel like answering. He felt good enough at the moment.
Mingi leaned down to him. "Ready, baby? You need to be stretched so it doesn't hurt."
Yeosang gave a weak nod. They added a third finger. He was okay now, especially since they stayed on his prostate. Yeosang slipped one of Mingi's fingers into his mouth, drooling on him. In a short while, a fourth finger was inside him. He was squirming on them.
Yeosang whined when Hongjoong and Yunho left him. There was shuffling and quiet conversation. Yeosang whined louder when Mingi left him, too.
"You're okay, honey. Who do you want first?" San asked him. He was at Yeosang's side.
"Don't care." Yeosang mumbled.
More hushed talking.
"Want it on your back like this?" Wooyoung asked.
Yeosang opened his eyes to see Wooyoung between his legs, holding his thighs. Yeosang merely nodded. He was tired now. He was hoping they'd fuck him so good he'd pass out. Fuck him and make him cum seamlessly, making him succumb to the euphoria and giving him a relieving, satisfying climax, one that wasn't a big ordeal.
Wooyoung pressed his cock inside him. Yeosang groaned. This was better than the fingers, fuller and bigger and warmer. The thought of a condom flashed through Yeosang's mind. He hadn't seen Wooyoung put one on. Although his eyes have been closed nearly this whole time.
"Cum in me?" Yeosang asked, brain as muddled as ever.
Jongho was next to him now. "What, baby?"
"Cum?" Yeosang tried again.
"You want to cum?" Jongho asked.
Wooyoung paused. Yeosang shook his head, pouting, whining petulantly. He watched Jongho look to the others, hands gesturing like he was asking for help.
Wooyoung leaned down to him. "Shh, sweet boy. What do you need?"
Yeosang kissed him. This was becoming more effort than it was worth. In his annoyance, he managed to speak a full sentence. "Are you cumming inside me?"
Wooyoung's eyes darted around his face. "I have a condom. Do you want me to take it off?"
Yeosang shook his head. That's what he wanted. Wooyoung looked confused. Yeosang left it at that, taking Wooyoung's face and kissing him. Thankfully, Wooyoung didn't push, and he gradually returned to thrusting. Yeosang moaned into his mouth.
"Sound so pretty." Wooyoung breathed.
He sat up, leaving Yeosang to moan openly as he continued to fuck him. Yeosang's hands were resting near his head, his fingers twitching as pleasure coursed through him. On the opposite side of Jongho, someone took Yeosang's hand and rubbed his palm with their thumb. Yeosang opened his eyes to see it was Mingi. Yeosang made eye contact but couldn't do anything besides moan. Mingi's brow was furrowed, his bottom lip between his teeth.
Jongho caught Yeosang's attention by dipping down to him. He asked, "Want it in your mouth?"
Jongho was jerking off. Yeosang quickly nodded. Before Jongho had even positioned himself over him, his mouth was open. Once Jongho was above him, Yeosang ran frantic hands all over his body. He was still clothed, only his cock pulled out, and Yeosang didn't like that. He pushed Jongho's shirt up as much as he could. Jongho didn't take it off but held it up with one hand as his other stroked himself onto Yeosang's tongue. Yeosang felt around Jongho's front, loving the feel and look of him, then paused on his waist when Jongho's load landed in his mouth. Wooyoung had found his prostate at the same time. Yeosang gave a throaty moan and his legs wavered. He squeezed Jongho's waist tightly.
After Jongho had finished and moved away, Yeosang didn't have the breath in him to close his mouth and swallow. His back arched off the bed, his tummy full and cock throbbing. Wooyoung leaned back down to him and licked up the places where Jongho had missed.
Wooyoung then spit it in Yeosang's mouth and demanded, "Swallow."
Yeosang whined and did what he was told. He panted afterwards; Wooyoung was still fucking him hard. Yeosang stuck his tongue out like he was waiting for something else.
Wooyoung chuckled. He grabbed Yeosang's jaw and spat into his mouth once more. "Filthy." He muttered.
Yeosang swallowed with a groan. In the back of his mind, he knew the others were still there, but he couldn't process it at this time. He could only feel Wooyoung, touch Wooyoung, think of Wooyoung.
Wooyoung rested his head next to Yeosang's. "Gonna cum." He breathed.
Yeosang mewled. He couldn't stop it, though. Wooyoung came with a few hard thrusts, moaning into Yeosang's ear. Yeosang was breathing deeply. He felt exposed when Wooyoung sat up, the weight and warmth leaving him.
Wooyoung pulled out. Yeosang set down and closed his legs. He was cold now. The lube was cooling on him and it didn't feel good.
"Are you okay, Sangie?" Mingi asked, petting his hair.
Yeosang had forgotten Mingi was there. He nodded.
"Need a break or do you want to keep going?" Mingi continued.
Yeosang blinked a few times. He was a little thirsty.
"Water." He mumbled.
They moved before he even finished the word. He kept his gaze on Mingi as someone else left the room. Mingi smiled at him and pet his hair. Then, Yeosang was made to sit up, and Hongjoong slowly tipped a cup of water into Yeosang's mouth. Yeosang took a few long drinks. Yeosang kissed Hongjoong once he lowered the cup.
Hongjoong grinned. He kissed him back, and Hongjoong liked to use tongue, so he licked across Yeosang's lips. He liked to tease too, though, so that was the extent of his "kiss."
"You're precious." Hongjoong whispered.
Yeosang wanted a proper kiss, but Hongjoong and moved to set the cup on the nightstand. Yeosang pouted. He noticed Hongjoong was one of the few that was fully naked. Hongjoong was still hard, too, and that got Yeosang thinking. Who had finished so far? Wooyoung, Jongho, and Mingi. Yeosang still needed to help Hongjoong, Yunho, Seonghwa, and San. He'd feel terrible if either of them didn't cum by the end of this.
"Ready?" Seonghwa asked, kneeling in front of him.
Yeosang nodded, distracted. Seonghwa and San would cum from fucking him. What about the others? How could Yeosang help them? He could blow one of them again. He could be spit roasted.
"Can I put you on your hands and knees?" Seonghwa asked.
Yeosang hummed and nodded. He turned around, a little shaky, but before he could get into position, he waved Hongjoong over.
"Joongie," Yeosang called, patting the space in front of him. He was closer than Yunho. Plus, his dick was smaller, and Yeosang felt good when he could properly blow somebody.
Hongjoong's eyes widened in surprise. He did what Yeosang wanted, though. Yeosang wrapped his hand around Hongjoong's cock. He arched his back for Seonghwa and waited.
Seonghwa took a moment longer than Yeosang was expecting, and it made him realize how many eyes were on him. Yeosang was shameless by now, but what he was doing came rushing back to him in between scenes: when they were pausing and nobody was distracted. Yeosang dropped his head to hide from them.
Thankfully, Seonghwa hurried up. He pushed in easily. Yeosang's jaw dropped. He lowered to his elbows and kissed the tip of Hongjoong's cock. Hongjoong gripped Yeosang's hair. He was tight with it, not painful but not as gentle as some of the others have been. Yeosang didn't mind.
He didn't mind when Hongjoong began to move him, either. Although it was a bit unnecessary with how Seonghwa's thrusts were already jolting him. Hongjoong utilized the rhythm, pushing Yeosang deeper when Seonghwa fucked into him. Yeosang was glad Hongjoong was conscious of his gag reflex and never pushed him too deep.
"Don't hurt him." Seonghwa warned.
"I won't." Hongjoong said, and his tone was sweet, but something about it made Yeosang shiver.
"You were mean, too, Wooyoung." Seonghwa accused.
"He liked it, Seonghwa. We dom differently. It's fine." Wooyoung retorted.
Yeosang smiled slightly. They were cute. Seonghwa thrusted hard, probably annoyed, and Yeosang yelped. Seonghwa was right on his prostate, not letting up, fucking hard and fast, and it hurt, it was too much, Yeosang fell off of Hongjoong and pressed his forehead to his thigh to breathe. Or, try to breathe. He cringed in on himself and whimpered.
Hongjoong guided him back to his cock. Yeosang tongued and kissed at the length of it, but was panting and shaking. He couldn't focus.
"Gonna cum?" Hongjoong asked, petting his hair.
Yeosang shook his head. He wished. He needed to touch himself for that. He reached his hand to his cock.
Hongjoong gripped his hair painfully. "That wasn't permission."
Yeosang dragged his hand back up. Seonghwa had strayed from his prostate, which Yeosang was thankful for. He got back up on his elbows, ignoring the trembling. He took Hongjoong's cock in his mouth.
Yeosang was trying to ignore it, but he was exhausted. He was getting tired and sore. He needed a break, yet wanted to finish Seonghwa and Hongjoong beforehand.
"Mommy—mommy please," Yeosang whimpered.
Seonghwa immediately slowed. He urged Yeosang to sit up, holding him to his chest.
"Yeah, baby? What is it?" Seonghwa asked.
Yeosang quivered as Seonghwa gave small thrusts. He almost collapsed, but Seonghwa held fast.
"Cum in me." Yeosang sighed.
"I have a condom too, honey. I'm not taking it off, I'm sorry." Seonghwa told him, lips on his neck.
Yeosang whined. They didn't understand. He didn't want their cum inside him, he just wanted them to cum from being inside him. Yeosang supposed he couldn't blame them. He's been fucked-out and intelligible for a while.
"Cum." Yeosang tried again.
"You're telling me what to do, now?" Seonghwa teased.
Yeosang had to be more straightforward. He was still quiet, though, when he spoke to Seonghwa, not wanting the others to get worried. "Please, mommy, quickly. I'm tired."
Before Seonghwa could ask questions, Yeosang dropped back to his elbows. He arched his back so Seonghwa knew he was still consenting.
"In my mouth, daddy." Yeosang said, setting Hongjoong's cockhead on his tongue.
Thankfully, Seonghwa listened. He fucked hard, getting himself close. Hongjoong jerked himself off. Soon, they were both cumming, only moments apart. Yeosang ate what he could of Hongjoong's load, though he was shaking again. Before Yeosang could collapse to his side, Hongjoong wiped off his face with his thumbs. Finally, graciously, they left him and Yeosang was able to lay down.
"We can stop now, sweetheart. We won't be mad if we stop it here." Seonghwa told him, a little out of breath.
Yeosang shook his head. He just needed a break. He hasn't even cum yet. He wanted water again. He said the word, weak but loud enough. Without opening his eyes, he let himself be sat up and someone gave him a few drinks from his cup. Yeosang rubbed his face.
He opened his eyes and looked around. They all looked expectant. Yeosang managed to ignore the pressure and set his gaze on Yunho.
"Yuyu," Yeosang said, stretching out his hand for him.
Yunho quickly shuffled over to him. Yeosang got in his lap, like he has with most of them by now, but sitting sideways and curled into his chest. Yunho rested his head on Yeosang's and rocked them side to side.
"Stop. I don't wanna fall asleep." Yeosang mumbled.
Yunho chuckled. Yeosang felt his vibrations in his chest. "Sorry. You can rest for as long as you need to. Don't rush yourself."
Yeosang hummed. He felt the others slowly pick up movement and conversation. Yeosang tried to listen in. He was curious.
"San, if he can't last, will you be okay?" Seonghwa questioned. "I think Jongho or Mingi would be open to bottoming."
"I'll be okay. Wooyoung can jerk me off."
Wooyoung scoffed. "You didn't even ask first. You—"
They went quiet, and Yeosang assumed San shut him up somehow (most likely with a kiss). Yeosang shifted to the other trio's conversation.
"I didn't know he liked swallowing that much." Mingi commented.
"I didn't know you could last that short." Hongjoong replied.
"Hey! I can go again. I'll go as many times as he wants me to." Mingi told him.
"Do you want to go again?" Jongho asked lowly.
Another bout of silence. Yeosang knew what was happening without opening his eyes.
"How are you, sleepy boy?" Yunho asked.
Yeosang hummed. He was exactly what Yunho called him: sleepy. He was sore. His hole felt raw and his legs ached. Despite that, he wanted more. He needed to be good for them.
"That wasn't an answer, baby." Yunho murmured, lips on the top of Yeosang's head.
"I just need a few more minutes." Yeosang muttered.
"Okay." Yunho whispered.
But now Yeosang felt bad. They were relying on him for their pleasure and he was refusing them.
"I'm sorry." Yeosang mumbled.
"What? Why? Don't say that. For taking a break? You're okay, baby. We're not mad. Don't be sorry. It's good that you stopped us. We want you to do that. We're proud of you." Yunho rambled.
Yeosang hummed. That made him feel better. Yunho sounded so sincere. Yunho hugged his head and kissed the top of it. Yeosang leaned into the warmth.
"Have I been good for you?" Yeosang asked.
"Oh, of course, angel. That's not a question. You're always so good for us. Right?" Yunho addressed the others, "Our baby's been treating us well?"
They were doing their own things, but once they were invited into the conversation, all agreed with Yunho. Yeosang grinned. A few of them cooed at him.
Yeosang blushed and hid his face in Yunho's shoulder. He turned around and looped his arms around Yunho's neck, still hiding. Yunho chuckled and hugged him. Yeosang pressed close. They were both half hard. Yeosang slid his hand down Yunho's chest to take a hold of their cocks. He had his forehead on Yunho's shoulder, looking down at them.
"You can take as long as you need, honey." Yunho told him.
Yeosang hummed a no. "It was hurting. This is fine."
"Hurting? Did you stop us as soon as you could? You need to do that. We never want you to hurt."
Yeosang kissed him to try to calm him down. "It's okay, baby. I'm okay. I'm okay now."
Yunho didn't seem very convinced, but kissed him back. Yeosang looked down again and continued to stroke them together. He palmed at their cockheads, and Yunho gave a shaky sigh.
"I want you to cum. Please." Yeosang whispered.
"I will, sweetie." Yunho chuckled. "You want to do it for me?"
Yeosang hummed a yes. "Want it so bad." He breathed, their lips still touching.
Yunho smiled. "So good for us, yeah? So considerate. I love you, you know that?"
Yeosang whined, getting shy again. He kissed Yunho to shut him up. He pumped their cocks faster. They moaned into each other's mouths, and Yeosang was nearly drooling. He was trying to kiss through his heavy breathing, and he was getting everything wet with his spit. At times, Yunho would lick into his mouth, so Yeosang didn't think he minded.
"Cum, Yuyu." Yeosang demanded. Part of him just wanted to check him off the list, but most of him was ready and eager to be fucked again. He didn't want to wait anymore.
Yunho laughed. "I will, I promise. I just need a bit more."
With that, Yunho replaced Yeosang's hand with his own. Yeosang whined. He wanted to be the one to do it. Yeosang pushed his hand away and stroked Yunho's dick. If he continued to touch himself, he didn't think he'd last very long for San.
"You need to do it?" Yunho questioned. He took Yeosang's jaw and made him look at him.
Yeosang didn't know why that was a big deal. He glared at Yunho and pumped faster. Yunho's face twitched with pleasure, his stare faltering. He bit his lip and bucked into Yeosang's hand.
"More." Yunho whispered.
Yeosang kissed him. He held the base of his cock with one hand and stroked the head with his other. Yunho groaned, and he moved to Yeosang's neck. Yeosang whined as he sucked and licked at the sensitive skin. Finally, Yunho came into Yeosang's hand. He bit Yeosang's shoulder, thankfully not too hard, but Yeosang knew he left a mark. Yunho hugged him and took deep breaths.
"Thank you." Yeosang said. He kissed behind Yunho's ear.
Yunho chuckled and pecked his lips before moving away. Yeosang cleaned off his hand with his tongue. A silence settled, and Yeosang realized they were watching him. He licked up the last of it, his eyes wide and glancing around them. He didn't know he was putting on a show.
"Ready?" San asked. His gaze was hungry.
Yeosang nodded eagerly. He let San move him to lay on his back. San pushed his legs to his chest, and it made Yeosang's hips ache, but he ignored it. With a generous amount of lube (and a condom; Yeosang finally saw it being put on), San pressed his cock into Yeosang's hole. Yeosang sighed, relieved and satisfied, feeling like he was whole again.
San started out slow. Yeosang surveyed the others. Some were touching themselves or someone else, but most were just watching. It was still nerve-wracking, but Yeosang found he enjoyed it more than he did at the start of this. He locked eyes with San when he leaned over him.
"Did you like how Jongho was holding you?" San asked, circling his hands around Yeosang's wrists.
Yeosang nodded, biting his lip. He was brought back to the beginning, on the couch with Mingi and Hongjoong. Then Jongho and Seonghwa. Then Wooyoung and Yunho and finally San. Them surrounding him, ganging up on him, everything planned and their actions meticulous and their minds on the same goal. The goal of breaking Yeosang. If this was what being broken felt like, Yeosang would miss it when it was gone.
San tightened his grip and pinned him to the bed. He thrusted sharply, suddenly, making Yeosang yelp. He whined as San kept going. He kept eye contact, loving the ferocity in San's gaze. And Yeosang loved being the object of that gaze. He felt sexy. He knew how he looked. He knew what he was doing to San.
"God, fuck. Look at him." San hissed. He sat up, but kept Yeosang's wrists, holding them between them to help him thrust.
Hongjoong was next to him. He pet Yeosang's hair, eyes full of adoration. Yeosang could only look at him. He wanted to touch him, maybe jerk him off, but couldn't with his restraints. He wasn't sure if he liked the helplessness or not. Hongjoong leaned down to kiss him. Yeosang twisted into it as much as he could, trying to keep Hongjoong closer and deeper. His hands twitched under San's grip.
Hongjoong touched the tip of Yeosang's dick. Yeosang jerked in surprise. Hongjoong pumped him, slow with a firm grasp. Yeosang couldn't stop himself from grinding into him. Hongjoong didn't do anything. He stayed with his teasing strokes. Yeosang bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Was it normal to feel like crying during sex?
"Take him. He's squirming too much." San announced, tossing Yeosang's hands to the sides.
Before Yeosang could even think about moving, he was snatched up. Hongjoong took one hand and knelt on it. It didn't hurt, the bed was pliable enough, but with how close it was to his body Yeosang couldn't move his arm in a way to free himself. Couldn't move at all, really. He supposed that was the point. On his other side, Jongho held his hand. When Yeosang twitched, Jongho clutched his wrist. Yeosang whimpered.
"There. So pretty." San muttered. He held Yeosang's thighs and fucked hard.
Yeosang's eyes rolled back in his head. He couldn't. His orgasm was building up, and he wanted to stop it, but couldn't. He laid limp. It was happening, what he wanted was happening, an effortless, smooth climax where he didn't tense or spasm or choke on his moans.
It washed over him. He sank into a pool of euphoria, his entire body tingling with pleasure. Hongjoong continued at the same speed he'd been at, which Yeosang really, truly appreciated. Any faster or rougher would've overstimulated him. San was still going hard, but it didn't hurt. Nothing hurt. Yeosang was wholly satiated.
"Did he pass out?"
Yeosang mewled. He tested his binds, but they didn't budge. Hongjoong had stopped touching him. Yeosang continued to whimper with San's thrusts, but he was numb. His body had reached its limit of sensations for the day.
"Hurry, San. He looks dead."
Their voices were far away. Yeosang heard but didn't listen. He remembered that he was being restrained by real people, and he weakly closed his hand around Jongho's. It was Jongho, right?
"I know, fuck. I'm trying."
Yeosang struggled against Hongjoong's hold. Thankfully, Hongjoong was nice enough to let him go. Yeosang found San's hand and squeezed a few of his fingers.
"You're doing so well, pretty boy. We're so proud of you." San told him.
Yeosang didn't acknowledge him. He left San's hand to find Hongjoong's, then once he got it, pulled both his and Jongho's hands close. He held them on his chest. He was still whimpering, the feelings were catching up to him, and he was grateful San wasn't directly on his prostate. He'd surely be crying if that was the case.
Yeosang didn't exactly pay attention when San came. It was a shame, because Yeosang loved San and he always had such good expressions. He wished he could've seen San's eyes roll back in his head. He would look pretty like that.
San pulled out and Yeosang's legs were set down. Yeosang turned to his side and curled up. He was cold now. He'd been sweating and now he was cold. Someone needed to do something about that.
"Are you okay?" Jongho asked quietly.
Yeosang hummed.
"Are you sleepy?" Jongho continued.
Yeosang hummed.
"We need to clean you up first, then you can rest. Just lay there and we'll do all the work." Jongho said.
They were gentle with him, but Yeosang was still sore, so moving and stretching for them to wipe off nearly every inch of his body didn't feel very good. He didn't say anything; he knew he'd feel worse in the morning if he was still messy.
"You can sleep here with me, angel." Mingi told him.
Yeosang wanted to sleep with all of them. He said as much.
They didn't understand, he was too quiet and slurred.
"All of you." Yeosang managed to get out.
"We won't all fit, baby, I'm sorry." Mingi said. Yeosang pouted and whined. Mingi corrected himself, panicked, saying, "We can fit one other person. Wanna pick or should we?"
Yeosang thought about it. He wanted people that could envelop him and make him feel safe. Yunho was a good option. But Yeosang didn't know where he was, and he didn't think his voice worked anymore, so he squeezed Jongho's hand because he was still by him. Jongho was good, too. He was soft. He was comforting.
"Me?" Jongho asked.
Yeosang hummed and nodded. Jongho kissed the side of his head.
"You need more water, baby boy. Sit up for me." San said.
Yeosang did his best. Jongho had to help him. Yeosang kept his eyes closed as he took small sips from his cup.
"Clothes?" Wooyoung asked.
Yeosang nodded. Mingi guided them to where he kept his things, then they were gently tugging loose boxers and a big shirt onto Yeosang. Yeosang rubbed his eyes and finally opened them. Everyone else was dressed, too, in some way or another. Yeosang slumped into the headboard.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Seonghwa asked.
"Did you like everything?" Wooyoung added.
Yeosang nodded. The answer was yes to both, but Yeosang didn't feel like putting in the effort to convince them. "Sleep." He mumbled.
They spoke a tiny bit more, then Yeosang was being laid down under the covers. Jongho and Mingi were there, too, squishing Yeosang between them. Everyone else had left (either with a pet or a kiss) and the lights were turned off. Yeosang was warm finally. He held Mingi's hands close to his chest and tried not to smile too wide. He felt loved. Jongho was behind him, their entire bodies touching, Jongho's arm wrapped securely around Yeosang's waist.
Yeosang whimpered. He felt like crying again.
Both Jongho and Mingi asked what was wrong.
"I love you." Yeosang murmured.
"We love you too, baby. Get some rest." Mingi said. He kissed Yeosang's forehead.
Yeosang whined. They didn't understand how serious he was.
"I love you. Tell them. Tell everyone I said that. I love you." Yeosang said, managing to put power behind his voice.
"Shh, baby. We will. They know. Get some sleep." Jongho said.
"No," Yeosang whined. Why didn't they understand? "Right now. Tell them right now."
"Okay, Sangie, but we'll have to get up. Are you sure you want it now?" Mingi questioned.
Yeosang pouted. He hadn't thought of that.
"We can text them." Jongho suggested.
That was good enough for Yeosang.
Jongho reached for his phone, presumably on the nightstand, and Yeosang heard him typing.
"I said, Yeosang really wanted to tell you he loves you all very much. Is that okay?" Jongho asked.
Yeosang hummed and nodded. He grinned. Now he could finally sleep.
"I'm sure they loved hearing that, angel. You're good for that." Mingi told him.
Yeosang's grin widened. He was satisfied and warm and full of love. He cuddled closer to them, snuggling deeper into the blankets. Mingi kissed his forehead and Jongho wrapped his arm around him again, tighter than before.
And Yeosang fell asleep like that, surrounded by the love he deserves.