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The first time Jongho stumbles on Jeong Yunho’s farm, it’s entirely by accident - such a claim serving to be a hill he’d willingly die on.
As soon as the hybrid realizes he’s stepped into private property, he prepares to take his leave just as swiftly, only to be stopped in his tracks by the strange noises he can hear coming from the big barn beside his trail.
Jongho had always been told his insatiable curiosity would do him no good - his senses too keen and nose too eager to snoop - but the noises he picks up on sound too close to what he understands to be distress for him not to at least make sure who or whatever is making them is okay.
He has to pass the barn on his way to leave regardless, so he earnestly figures what would be the harm in taking a quick peek, if for no other reason than to curb the nagging feeling of something not being quite right hanging lowly in his gut. Even still, remaining justly wary of what he could be walking into, Jongho takes short strides toward the structure, careful not to make any sudden sounds to alert anything to his unwelcome presence.
The barn doors are left open just enough for Jongho to look inside, and his eyes practically double in size at the image he finds. He could almost still believe his earlier assumption of someone being in distress to be true when his gaze lands on the limp sheep hybrid just feet in front of him, being all but pounded into the mound of hay he’s lying on by the larger bull hybrid hovering over him. The noticeable bell hanging around the mounting hybrid’s neck rings with every unrelenting thrust of his hips, the sheep’s pitiful whines barely being heard from where his face is buried into his arms.
The display is simply so rough that Jongho still begins to consider intervening until the sheep hybrid abruptly turns his tear-stained face to the side, blindly reaching behind himself to find one of the bull’s either hands fiercely gripping his hips while pleading through his sobs not to stop.
Jongho’s breathing stutters as the wrecked sheep alternates between gasping and moaning, the grunts pulling from the bull bordering a growl while he keeps to his brutal pace. It’s impossibly clear, despite how debauchedly primal the scene appears, that both of the hybrids are equally enjoying themselves.
Jongho doesn’t even notice the moment he starts to do it, wide eyes unable to tear away from the vision in front of him until the unconscious rubbing of his thighs together creates just the right amount of friction to have a whine leaving his lips - causing his hand to quickly fly up to cover his mouth instinctively.
Thankfully, the two hybrids he’s watching are too far gone in their own world of pleasure to pay his unknown figure any mind, feeling assured as well as indescribably more excited by such a notion, Jongho’s hand easily slips past the waistband of his denim shorts.
His face is beginning to heat up, either from arousal or shame or both, as he begins to fully touch himself to the act playing out right before him to see. He knows he should be disgusted with himself, especially when a few pumps of his fingers are all it takes to have him lurching forward with a silent cry, spilling his release all over his hands while also thoroughly soiling his shorts. Similarly, Jongho could stubbornly argue that he’s entirely to blame, as surely the bull and sheep knew they must risk getting caught with how loud they were being.
He had only enjoyed the show he’d accidentally, yet fortunately, stumbled across. Still, a nagging sensation of guilt churns in Jongho’s stomach as he makes an intentional effort to remain discreet while sneaking back out of the ajar barn doors the same way he had come in - choosing after that, for no particular reason, to take the long route back to his home.
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Jongho had been warned against returning to that same edge of the woods he had nearly found himself in trouble in almost a week ago now by, naturally, his well-meaning best friend of all people. Wooyoung had barely been putting up with Jongho’s tight lips on where he had wandered off to that specific day, his suspicion of Jongho having gotten up to something he shouldn’t have, standing unfairly firm in his own mind.
(“Continue to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong, and you’ll learn the hard way,” the fox had promised, as if he would personally see to it himself that karma would be delivered should Jongho attempt being shifty about his whereabouts again.)
Like many of Wooyoung’s threats, as he so often made them, they fell on deaf ears to someone as currently tunnel-visioned as Jongho was when it came to chasing a particular rush he’d only ever felt once before.
With his interest now thoroughly piqued, Jongho simply couldn’t not go back to see what the two hybrids who had yet to leave his mind in the days that followed had been up to. The sheep and bull who had evenly plagued Jongho’s every waking thought - from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, till he could lie awake with their very image of being tangled together swarming behind his eyelids at night.
Seeing what he had became all that Jongho could think about, to the point that going back no longer seemed like only an option, but an itch he wholly believed he had to scratch before he could ever hope to forget it. Just one last out-of-his-way trip, Jongho reasoned, and then he would blindly allow himself to hope that he’d be able to bar their very existence from his memory entirely. And solely then would he be satisfied.
Naturally, it soon becomes apparent that Jongho’s plan wasn’t without obvious flaws.
For starters, he initially struggles to recall the roundabout path he had taken to the rural farm he had only ever heard whispers about until that fateful day - the sun inching lower toward the horizon with the more fruitless circles he turns before eventually finding a familiar trail.
The next immediately blatant issue once Jongho finally has the offending barn in sight is the eerily distinguishable lack of any and all noise coming from inside it. Even the usually busy woods behind him seem uncharacteristically still, his steps unable to be anything short of obnoxious with nothing going on around him to drown them out.
Despite all the logical warning signs flashing in his mind, Jongho thinks he certainly can’t stop now - not after he’s spent over half of his day getting here and his entire week longing to come back.
Purely to satiate his greed, Jongho has to at least take a look through the yet again perfectly cracked doors, as if they too had been preparing for his arrival. But what he finds once he peeks his head inside is both everything he had hoped for, and disappointing all the same.
The two hybrids are wrapped around each other in a nearly identical way to the first time Jongho had found them like this, only now with the sheep on his back in the hay and his limbs wound so tightly around the bull that it was almost impossible to tell where one of them began and the other ended. It’s quickly made obvious to Jongho that he’d managed to miss his favorite display - the small bit of sunlight bleeding through the cracks of worn wood along the barn walls allows just enough light to glimmer off the sweat trailing down the bull’s back. Exertion from their earlier activities visibly having exhausted him.
Jongho deflates briefly, only to quickly tense again right when the larger hybrid suddenly moves, trying to peel away from the sheep’s iron grasp to put some distance between them.
“Mingi,” the sheep whines, reluctant to let go so soon. “I’m still sensitive…”
“I know, Sangie,” the bull hybrid, now befittingly identified as Mingi, placates. His hand shifts to rub gently along his companion’s side. “But let’s not be rude - our audience just got here.”
An ice-cold fear abruptly strikes Jongho unlike any other he’s ever felt, his every muscle going rigid with the sudden urge to flee that he struggles to act on as the two lazily turn their attention toward him.
“You missed the whole show this time around,” the sheep who had been affectionate dubbed Sangie pouts, his eyebrows pulling together to emphasize his upset. “Mingi’s already made a mess of me.”
Even in already being so blatantly caught red-handed, Jongho simply can’t resist the way his gaze instinctively shifts down to where the hybrids move to further separate. Mingi pulls his hips back with an audible squelch that slowly gives way to reveal the mix of their shared fluids coating the bull’s now visible length. He stops from pulling out entirely, the beginnings of his own release painstakingly pouring out from where they’re still connected. Jongho feels at a loss for air.
“I-I don’t…” He doesn’t know how to begin, much less end a made-up defense for himself that is in no way true. “I mean, I didn’t—”
“Just because you got here late doesn’t mean we won’t let you have a taste,” Mingi cuts off, clearly not in the mood for excuses. “I promise Yeosang and I are a lot nicer than we look, cub.”
Jongho is left not knowing what else to do but listen. Caught completely dead to rights, with no hope in sight to play up an innocence he doesn’t possess, the ability for all coherent words died on Jongho’s tongue from the very moment Mingi waves him over expectantly - eyebrows lifting as if in disbelief that the bear hybrid hadn’t put two and two together yet of what was wanted of him.
As soon as Jongho is close enough to reach out for, Mingi grabs ahold of his shoulders, pushing him down to the floor on already weak knees until they hit the ground, effectively kneeling in front of the clearly spent sheep hybrid. Yeosang simply watches the rough handling of him with half-lidded eyes, and a blissful smile on his face that almost seems to imply he knows something Jongho doesn’t.
Apart, of course, from the glaringly obvious fact that had only just been brought to his attention; his face flushing in embarrassment at how Yeosang and Mingi had been entirely aware of his very first visit all along.
“Not that you really deserve a treat of making us wait so long, but—” Mingi’s words come out as every bit of the displeased grumble he must intend them to, huffing a little when his arms move to cross over his chest. “Go on. Clean up my mess.”
Jongho’s eyes widen at the brassness of Mingi’s direct order, his stomach flipping with the realization of what was seemingly only to come for him right as a conjoining spark of intrigue ran down his spine. He could almost chastise himself for feeling anything other than an earned shame for having been justly confronted, that insatiable curiosity of his having been what brought him here in the first place - but maybe such would prove to be more of a blessing in disguise rather than anything else.
Case and point - Jongho’s gaze drops down as Yeosang moves to spread his legs even farther apart, the tediously paced act entirely obvious in what it intends to reveal. Still, Jongho swears his mouth goes dry at the sight that awaits with Yeosang's pretty pussy on full display as ropes of Mingi’s release begins slowly trickling out of him. The sheep hybrid frowns a bit at the loss he clearly takes notice of as well, glancing back up at Jongho with the biggest pleading eyes he can likely muster.
“We shouldn’t let all of Mingi’s hard work go to waste, cub,” he says, sounding so genuinely sad that the only thing Jongho can think about is how much he wants to make whatever is upsetting him all better. “Don’t you want to have a taste?”
Now, the bear hybrid is surely close to salivating. With how unfairly beautiful every inch of sheep hybrid is up close, paired with his leaking core and reddened lips that are specifically asking or, perhaps more befitting, begging for him - it’s practically decided for Jongho that he’s a goner.
It certainly doesn’t help that Yeosang looks an absolute vision in front of him - the sheep’s golden locks sprawled out and almost blending in with the hay under his head, enchanting doe eyes on full display, and plush lips pursed slightly from the plea that hangs in the tense air that Jongho might be the only one to feel between them. Even when so recently faced with the rather favorable consequences of his actions, Jongho feels hard-pressed that he’d ever be able to deny Yeosang anything he asks of him while looking like the picture definition of alluring.
Against his better judgment, if Jongho could even continue to argue that he has such worth noting anymore, he lowers himself further onto the barn floor. Scattered pieces of hay from the mound Yeosang lies on itch his forearms as he does so, though the small hindrance does not at all distract from the keen attention Jongho feels he couldn’t pull away from Yeosang’s pussy even if he tried.
Close enough to mouth along his inner thighs if he were to just turn his head, Jongho’s tongue darts out to wet his lips while eyeing Yeosang hungrily. A distant sort of clench of his heart is felt, too, at how much of Mingi’s come has already spilled out of him, pooling on the barn floor in an effective waste just as Yeosang had said it would be. Where he had sweetly asked for Jongho’s help, and Mingi had more so ordered him to deliver on making up for his unforeseen tardiness - Jongho felt a similar determination he couldn’t quite otherwise name to do nothing else short of please them both.
His usual inclination towards stubbornness in any other aspect of his life entirely forgotten, Jongho’s head dips forward to lick an unannounced stripe up Yeosang’s wrecked cunt. The sheep hybrid’s chest stutters for a breath at the sudden touch, a gasp cutting itself off in the back of his throat. Jongho hums to himself, abruptly torn between wanting to savor every drop of the mix he and Mingi make together on his tongue or keep going until there’s nothing more to show from their earlier activities at all. Both options sounded equally promising.
“You taste so… sweet,” he can’t help but note aloud, quickly deciding in just a passing moment that there’s no way he’d be able to wait for more. Eager to test the lengths of more reactions he might be able to pull out of Yeosang, Jongho lowers his head once more, lips instinctively encircling his clit.
The sheep’s hips buck up into Jongho’s mouth, a pretty moan falling from his lips as Jongho wastes no time returning to his ministrations, desperate to explore every part of Yeosang he can with his mouth alone.
Fingers card through Jongho’s hair as Yeosang moves to rest his hand at the back of his head, as if he would need to keep Jongho from going anywhere else, “Mingi not as much, right?”
Mingi scoffs from somewhere just out of Jongho’s sight until he sinks down on the other side of the sheep hybrid, curious to get a glimpse of the action from his point of view.
“Doesn’t look to me like he’s complaining either way,” Mingi easily retorts, his tone sounding a touch deeper to Jongho’s ringing ears.
He can’t be certain in this moment that he’s not imagining any of the riveting sensations he’s noting or actively experiencing - not currently in a position to so much as pinch himself simply to prove he’s not actually dreaming as his own arousal throbs to life between his legs, and the taste of Yeosang continues to spread over his tongue. Jongho’s face grows hotter from both sets of eyes he can feel as much as see directly on him, their stares heated and firmly unmoving. It would be, without a doubt, the most vivid and immersive wet dream he could ever hope to have - and should that actually be the less preferred case for what was actively transpiring, Jongho would earnestly desire to never wake up from it.
If he did have it in him to pull his head away from the pale expanse of Yeosang’s graciously parted thighs, Jongho could at least confirm Yeosang’s suspicions, even in knowing his question had been entirely rhetorical. Mingi’s come did taste noticeably more bitter than Yeosang’s own, almost complementary by comparison. And just as Mingi had deduced, Jongho found himself relishing in the equal amounts of them that he greedily gulps down.
Distantly, considering the mostly lingering sweetness Jongho is left to settle with once his tongue pushes inside of Yeosang, he wonders if the fluid that seemed to glisten up to Yeosang’s stomach implied that Mingi might have actually managed to make him squirt before the bear hybrid had arrived.
Groaning against Yeosang from the mere mental image alone, the sheep shudders as his fingers tighten in the strands of hair at Jongho’s nape, “Oh, bear—” Another moan springs free from Yeosang’s throat when he grinds his hips up to chase Jongho’s tongue. “Won’t even need to break you in, will we? You’re so good at this...”
Jongho’s heart lurches at the approval, growing increasingly hot all over for an entirely different reason, as the underlying sultriness in Yeosang’s tone suddenly serves to shatter his focus for one sole purpose.
“Jongho,” he sputters out abruptly, his ulterior motive pulling him away just enough for his ragged breathing to fan over Yeosang’s pussy before delving right back in. Belatedly, he tries to recall when exactly he had become so determined to eat Yeosang out that he’d forgotten his need to breathe in the process.
“Ah,” Mingi voices the realization as it comes to him, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. “He wants to hear you moaning his name. What a possessive little thing.”
The accusation causes an audible whine to bubble in Jongho’s chest, no matter how accurate of an assumption it is. Despite all the ways in which he should be long past feeling anything akin to humiliation, his tongue actively pumping in and out of Yeosang like a man deprived, his still grows an odd mix of shy on top of aroused from the way the other two hybrids are keenly watching him. As if a predator eyeing prey that had successfully fallen into their trap. Jongho certainly feels no different in his current predicament.
“Said like you’re any better,” Yeosang returns, whimpering as his thighs unconsciously try to clamp around Jongho’s head when he moves to pay more attention to the former’s neglected clit. His hand affectionately - Jongho genuinely can’t find any other words to describe it - running down the base of his neck, Yeosang tilts his head to the side as he offers the hybrid between his legs a rather proud smile. “But I’ll bite. Since you are being such a good boy for us, Jongho.”
Jongho’s thighs similarly move to press themselves together just as Yeosang’s had, more physically excited than he should be by such small words of praise, while in need of any relief himself but currently too preoccupied to so much as consider his own. Where it stands, all Jongho can care about is Yeosang, Yeosang, Yeosang. Regardless of the fact that he had long since done all he had technically been asked to do - no one had yet to stop him from completing his new objective of making Yeosang fall apart on his tongue.
It seems Yeosang’s own mind isn’t preoccupied with much else other than a mirrored mantra of Jongho, Jongho, Jongho, as he whines the bear hybrid’s name with no real awareness of what it is he’s even pleading for. Yeosang’s hands begin to scramble fruitlessly for something to hold on to as his eyes flutter shut. Mingi offers to interlace his own once Yeosang’s chest begins stuttering for air, his high quickly crashing over him faster than Jongho can even reconcile. Paying even less mind to the way his body tries to contort as a rush of heat pools in the crotch of his overalls, Jongho’s own fingers move to dig into Yeosang’s strong thighs as he steadies all his attention to working Yeosang through the pleasure that wracks his body.
Even with the abruptness of his climax, Jongho gladly takes all Yeosang gives him, this time fully prepared to not let a single drop fall anywhere less deserving. There’s truly no end in sight for the least he’ll accept, even as Yeosang slowly eases back down to the present after his orgasm, actively pacing his breathing, and his legs press harder around Jongho’s head from oversensitivity as he struggles to pry himself away from greedily trying for more.
Begrudgingly, Jongho is pulled away with the slightest tug of Yeosang’s fingers in his hair - his bottom lip jutting out into a pout to emphasize his reluctance while Yeosang only giggles at him.
“Don’t look so sad, cub,” he says, pushing himself up on slightly shaky arms. “You still have Mingi to take care of, remember?”
Jongho, admittedly, almost had forgotten about the bull hybrid on Yeosang’s other side - whose eyes had ironically never seemed to have left their busy figures while Jongho finished the goal he set out to do. More so, it becomes obvious that he’d been enjoying himself plenty as their sole viewer, his straining cock curling slightly up toward his stomach and presumably having gone also neglected the whole time Jongho had been lost in his own world.
Squirming slightly from abash, Jongho’s eyes drop to the barn floor as he pathetically clenches around nothing at the mere thought of having Mingi inside of him. His fingers alone surely would have never been enough to so much as tease what taking all of the bull hybrid’s length would feel like, and despite how tight of a fit he could only be, Jongho’s ravenous interest was once again piqued.
“Let us see you,” Yeosang practically whispers as he shuffles forward, bumping knees with Jongho as he does so. His words come out with the tilt of a question, his eyes patiently watching Jongho’s own when his fingers grasp one of his buckles as if still offering him a chance to change his mind should this no longer be what he wants.
Attempting to steady his breathing, Jongho nods quickly and wordlessly - Yeosang closely wasting no time as he’s quick to unbuckle either of Jongho’s overall straps and reach for the hem of his shirt in one swift motion. Jongho really feels like he blinks one moment, and the next, every bit of his clothes are suddenly discarded - though he’s not given the chance to bask in more reserves once Yeosang gasps at the large wet patch darkening the inside of Jongho’s overalls.
“Did you…” Yeosang starts to ask, not that he has to finish his thought for Jongho to fully understand the accurate conclusion he comes to. “Just from eating me out?”
Jongho’s head hangs slightly as Yeosang helps him up onto somewhat weak legs to step out of the denim as he shrugs shyly, “You looked and sounded so pretty, I - couldn’t help it.”
Not that Jongho would’ve anticipated Yeosang reacting negatively to the information, he is still left equally stunned when the sheep hybrid surges forward to press their lips together. Cupping either side of Jongho’s face while kissing him with a force that’s less than gentle, albeit very much welcomed. Yeosang’s tongue pushes past his slightly parted lips to drag the muscle along the roof of his mouth, and just as Jongho starts to worry his knees might actually give out from underneath him, Mingi clears his throat from where he’s still sitting just a few feet away from them.
“Feeling a lot like both of you have forgotten about me now,” he speaks up after a beat as Yeosang and Jongho part, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. The bear hybrid watches it snap before he finally manages to take a small step back.
“Sorry,” Jongho sheepishly mumbles, his lips curling apologetically.
“Don’t be. He’s just dramatic, you’ll get used to it,” Yeosang reassures. Not for the first time on both fronts, Jongho feels an unfounded giddiness rise within him at the casual reference of this not being a one-time thing. “Speaking of - you, on your back.” He says as he turns, pointing at Mingi before gesturing toward the mound of dried grass. “Can’t have you getting too rough with our cute bear.”
Again, the sneaky use of our isn’t lost on Jongho, regardless of the firm tone Yeosang uses when directing Mingi to lie down, a complete juxtaposition to the smile he gives Jongho when happily tugging him over to the impatiently awaiting bull hybrid.
In what feels like an instant, Jongho is left straddling Mingi, his eyes blown wide once he’s carefully perched on his muscular thighs. Mingi’s hands naturally lift to grab the supple flesh of his hips, a small sigh of relief leaving him as if he’d been waiting to have his hands on Jongho all day. Perhaps all week, more befitting, if his early chide of Jongho having made the other two hybrids wait for him was really that true.
Feeling rooted to his spot, Jongho has it in him to let his gaze travel, his eyes having a goal in mind of their own as he appreciates every inch of the pretty picture Mingi also makes under him. His chest flushed a faint shade of pink, either from everything he and Yeosang had been up to before Jongho interrupted or simply watching the two smaller hybrids, if not both - as well as sparsely marked up with blossoming bruises presumably left by the sheep in his attempts to visibly claim Mingi. Pressing his lips together, Jongho faintly hopes he’ll get the chance to leave a few scattered marks of his own before all is said and done.
Jongho also realizes in that moment that he hadn’t gotten a good look at the other’s horns until now - or, at the very least, hadn’t paid them enough mind before. Standing tall and rather straight out of the disheveled heap of his black hair, Mingi’s head tilts slightly, drawing Jongho back to the moment as his eyes fall to meet Mingi’s stare.
“Is that what you’re gonna do, cub?” Mingi asks, continuing before Jongho can so much as question what he means. “Take care of me like you did Sangie?”
Hurriedly, Jongho nods, “I want to.” His bottom lip pulls between his teeth, shortly inching forward just enough for his similarly soaked pussy to graze Mingi’s flushed red cock. The bull hybrid hisses at the contact as Jongho stifles yet another whine. “Wanna make you feel good…”
Mingi hums, seeming pleased as his hands travel up Jongho’s sides, “Aren’t you sweet?”
Jongho isn’t sure he can hold back much longer. Equally as much as Mingi and Yeosang can’t either; the latter of whom, despite being off to the side and no longer involved in what was impending, is unable to tear his gaze away from where Mingi and Jongho are only barely touching. It seems Jongho very much hadn’t been alone where the other two hybrids equally appeared to enjoy being on the observing end as well. Easing himself up to hover over Mingi’s lap, the taller’s fingers slide down to firmly hold Jongho’s hips in place once more, prepared to steady him as Jongho takes his cock in hand.
His fingers aren’t able to cover so much as a fraction of Mingi, and Jongho’s breath hitches even before Mingi’s tip breaches his entrance in a preemptive reaction to the significant stretch he knows will be unlike any other he’s ever felt.
Still, that much seems like a grand understatement when Jongho slowly starts lowering himself onto Mingi’s length, his lips parting in silence as no sounds manage to make their way out through the tightening of his throat. His body quivers as it tries to quickly adjust to the sheer size of Mingi, his thighs clenching on either side of his waist as his hands sprawl over the bull’s chest for further support.
“Relax for me,” Mingi reminds in between his gentle shushing of Jongho’s whimpers, his palm sliding around to rub warm circles on his lower back. “You got it, just let me in.”
Jongho tries, if for no other reason than to relish in the feeling of Mingi’s reassuring touch and Yeosang’s soft-spoken praises of ‘That’s it, keep going’. Every agonizing inch of Mingi that Jongho’s pussy works to take feels never-ending, an overwhelming sensation that he somehow still doesn’t ever want to stop, even with how borderline too much it feels.
Really, having Yeosang and Mingi’s guiding hands and soft voices easing him through it makes Jongho truly believe he could take anything they so choose to give him, so long as he remains on the receiving end of their tangible appreciation through it all.
“You’re so deep,” is all Jongho can focus on once Mingi fully bottoms out - the ability to gasp desperately for air returning to him all at once. His nails dig into the flesh of Mingi’s shoulders, not completely counting on his own arms to keep from giving out on him at any moment.
“I can see him inside you, Jjongie,” Yeosang quietly comments from his side, sounding equally breathless. Stupidly, Jongho nearly misses the brunt of Yeosang’s statement in favor of his brain unhelpfully only latching onto the affectionate saying of his name. The rest would’ve truly remained forgotten if Yeosang didn’t lean forward not even seconds after, intent on proving his point as he suddenly pressed the tips of his fingers against the clear outline of Mingi indeed visible in Jongho’s stomach. “Look at you, taking our Mingi so well.”
Weakly, Jongho mewls as his already untrustworthy arms falter slightly in their support - Mingi’s firm hold on him serving as the one thing keeping him from doubling over entirely.
The larger hybrid under him hisses through his teeth, “Stop making him squeeze me even tighter. Neither of us are going to last like this.”
Jongho can undeniably second that - if he otherwise had it in him to rediscover his voice at the moment - taking quick notice of the familiar coil that longs to wind in his lower stomach. But spurred on by a sudden determination, he decides that allowing himself to come undone now is the last thing he wants before he’s actually had his earned fill.
Carefully rocking his hips forward, Jongho revels in the groan he earns from Mingi’s parted lips, his head falling back and fingers digging deeper into Jongho’s hips. Already addicted to perfectly Mingi fills him, Jongho keeps grinding his hips to seek more of the dizzying friction - falling into a continuous rhythm that pulls more unwitting sounds of pleasure from him as well. His eyes squeeze shut as he actively fights against the way his every muscle seeks to melt into a puddle of pure ecstasy.
“Please,” he begs, not that he particularly has anything in mind for what he’s begging for. More of every bit of what he’s feeling, perhaps vaguely, but definitely nothing less.
Mingi seems to understand that much all on his own, “I know, honey.”
The coo of reassurance does little to help the bear’s dwindling composure, his lips pressing tightly together in a pitiful attempt to silence the humiliating noises he can’t help but make. As if on a mission solely to make Jongho prematurely lose himself, the snap of Mingi’s hips rise to slap against Jongho’s ass as he’s still trying to keep to his faltering pace. With his legs growing increasingly weak to no fault of his own, another cry bubbles in Jongho’s chest, more out of frustration than anything else at how quickly he was already being reduced to nothing short of a boneless heap on top of Mingi - pathetically rocking his hips in a pattern that’s keeping him just out of reach from ever approaching his high from his actions alone.
The drag of Mingi’s cock along his walls only starts to get shorter as Jongho’s speed unconsciously slows, his greed apparently knowing no bounds as he safely concludes that more is precisely what he craves. Tears sting his eyes as the searing hot pleasure in his core remains noticeably stagnant, only a hair away from where Jongho so desperately needs it to be.
“It’s not enough,” Jongho slurs, his words tilting to a rather bratty cry that he only briefly regrets letting slip when Mingi tsks at him.
“We’re treating you so well, and still, you want more,” he sighs, playing up his disappointment. It’s admittedly obvious that his words carry no real weight to them, but to Jongho’s fuzzy around-the-edges mind, his heart starts to sink. “Haven’t you ever been told to be grateful for what you’re given?”
“No— no!” Jongho is quick to defend, his muddled thoughts attempting to form something more reasoned as his previous motions almost entirely stop. “That’s not what I meant…”
Despite how his own strength to keep riding Mingi had faltered, the taller’s hips remain undeterred in their driving upward into Jongho’s tight heat, distracting him even further from following a cohesive line of thought that seems so distant now compared to the searing pleasure he’s actively experiencing.
“Oh, don’t be so mean, Min,” Yeosang chides, his voice saccharinely sweet. Yet, despite his surface-level tenderness next to Mingi’s more direct tone, his words are almost more clearly underlined with a different, questionable intent. “How can you tell him no just because he doesn’t know how to beg nicely for your calf?”
Jongho’s surprise at Yeosang’s statement isn’t able to last when he’s flipped over so swiftly the wind is positively knocked out of him - his eyes doubling in size at how Mingi has now repositioned himself to be the one hovering over Jongho in an instant. The bear hybrid feels that same trapped sensation strike his chest with an equal amount of force, excitement further pooling between his legs at how effectively Mingi cages him in. A strangled sound springs free from his throat now that he is made to adjust once more to the new angle of Mingi’s unwavering thrusts.
“Is that what you want, cub?” Mingi presses, punctuating his ask with a pointedly hard surge of his hips forward. “Want me to breed you full, make you swollen with my calf?”
The notion wasn’t one he’d ever considered - not that he would’ve previously imagined winding himself up in this very situation to begin with. But from the first moment Jongho had accidentally stumbled upon Yeosang and Mingi going at it like it was their last day on earth, the world had almost seemed to shift on its axis, and so much had managed to change for Jongho in the short time in which they had adamantly refused to leave his mind.
So with any potential for reluctance or shame thrown out the window, Jongho finds himself nodding so fast his vision blurs, “Yes, yes!” His hands scramble for purchase on Mingi’s shoulders, a moan interrupting him before he can feverishly continue. “I need it so bad, Mingi, please.”
Yeosang’s earlier warning toward the bull rings distantly true in Jongho’s mind now; the hazy fog overtaking his very being parting long enough for him to acknowledge this undoubtedly would have been a wildly intense starting pace if left solely to Mingi’s discretion. Just as Jongho had seen from him before with the rough, seemingly careless handling he had shown of the sheep hybrid, the ferocity with which he fucks Jongho now tetering nothing short of purely animalistic. Primal in nature, as the smack of skin on skin seems to echo throughout the wooden barn, and Mingi groans louder than Jongho has heard from him only today.
It’s clear this is much more his speed, no restraint left in his body while he seeks to all but claim Jongho, inside and out. He would certainly have it no other way himself - clenching down impossibly tighter on Mingi’s cock while he holds absolutely nothing back.
Jongho begins to feel as though his very voice is no longer his as Mingi uses every part of him as he pleases, ironically as apparently insatiable like he’d only just accused Jongho of being. Both could be true at the same time, the bear hybrid thinks. Especially with how close to not quite breaking, but entirely shattering he feels he’s on the verge of - and he would be doing so happily in his book, grateful just as he should be that Yeosang and Mingi had served as the cause for his eventual unwinding.
“Right there,” Jongho gasps, his back arching off the slightly softened barn floor. “Don’t stop…”
Mingi huffs a winded laugh, his voice coming out only slightly less composed but no less shaky than Jongho’s own, “I would never.” For some reason, Jongho severely doubts that - unsure of the lengths Mingi might go purely to be a tease. But fortunately for him, it’s clear Mingi is currently too desperate to stop from chasing his own impending release, his head dipping down to attach his lips to the conjunction of Jongho’s neck as another guttural sound leaves him. “Let go for me, honey.”
It could be simply a suggestion for all Jongho knows, his focus far too muddled to pick their meaning apart, but his body takes Mingi’s words as a direct order. Not that he would need much more probing for his high to hit him all at once; arousal spilling out of him in a rush of fluid, unlike one he’s ever experienced before. Thoroughly making his own mess now all over him and Mingi, all Jongho can focus on are the sparks of pleasure rolling over him in waves.
That, with the short-lived sensitivity that comes from the continuous drive of Mingi’s hips thrusting into him so deeply, Jongho can’t help but cry out just as the moving pressure along his inner walls finally ceases - Mingi’s teeth clamping down on Jongho’s neck to stifle his own howl as an almost gratifying warmth is spilled inside of him.
Having Mingi pressed as close as physically possible is equally placating to something deep inside of Jongho - his chest feeling with a similar warmth at how their current position is keeping all of Mingi’s release inside of him, as if to make sure it will take. Silently, he hopes they’ll be able to stay like this for a while longer for more than just that reason.
The sound of gentle shuffling beside him is enough to get Jongho to turn his head curiously, coincidentally allowing Mingi more room to mouth softly along the expanse of his neck, placing some apologetic kisses to the surely reddened skin where he had bit the other hybrid. Jongho winces slightly at the small but not unwelcome dull ache while Yeosang smiles at him, lifting a hand to carefully brush Jongho’s sweat-dampened hair from his forehead.
“Such a good boy for us, baby bear,” the sheep sings his praise, and Jongho beams in return. “How do you feel?”
Jongho’s lips part as he begins to respond, attempting to rack his brain for something even slightly intelligible that won’t turn into a never-ending rambling of how much he doesn’t yet want this to end. Reaching up to cover the back of Yeosang’s hand with his own, Jongho melts into the warmth of his palm holding the side of his face.
“Can - can you…” He starts to say, suddenly feeling shy even after all he’s already done and admitted to in order to get him this far. “Ride my face next, please?”
From where his lips are still pressed to the side of Jongho’s neck, Mingi groans, his dick unwittingly twitching back to life inside the smaller hybrid who squeaks at the unexpected sensation. Yeosang’s grin only grows as he coos at Jongho, thumb lightly tracing over the color that flushes back to the apples of his cheeks.
“Oh, cub,” he breathes out, slowly leaning down until their noses are just close enough to nearly touch. “We really are gonna have so much fun with you.”