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Riku took a deep breath in before hastily rapping on the door in front of him. Already, he was regretting listening to Jaehee's drunk ramblings and the door hadn't even been opened yet. The hallway was still and quiet as Riku played with his hands in a failing attempt to ward off his nerves. Whatever happened in the next fourty-eight hours, he would have no one to blame but himself. No one answered, so he took in a deep breath and knocked once more. He gripped tightly at the strap on his small cross-body bag as he waited. Eventually he heard footsteps nearing the door, there was a silence, and then the door was opened.
There stood Kun, with an unimpressed look on his face. A tight, black sweater clung to him, doing very little to hide the curves of his chest, and a pair of thin, square glasses adorned his face. His eyes traversed Riku's form from top to bottom as he leaned against the doorframe, mentally scrutinising everything about the boy. Riku cast his eyes down to the carpeted hallway floor and gripped the strap of his bag tighter.
“Come in,” he said as he stepped away from the door.
When Riku took no moves towards the apartment, Kun reached around and gave him a shove in the back. He stumbled over the threshold and into the lounge room, barely landing on his feet. When he raised his head, his eyes scanned the ornate room until they landed on another figure.
Taeyong sat on the dark leather couch, his legs crossed at the knees. His oversized denim jorts would look ridiculous on anyone but him. He gave Riku a similar once over to Kun's, except he ended his with a smile full of ulterior motives. Behind him, Kun closed and locked the door with a deafening thud.
There was no way out of this.
Riku's mother had raised him well. She taught him to always keep his word, and never make promises he knew he couldn't keep. When in a daze of post-coital sleepiness he asked Jaehee how to deal with insatiable restlessness, Jaehee's answer was simple; ask the hyungs. He pitched it through the simple fact that there were so many of them. Surely at least one of them would be able to satisfy him? Riku's mother had also taught him not to be promiscuous, so he initially fought back against Jaehee's suggestion. When Jaehee countered him, he argued that it's not promiscuous if you're just settling a need, and finally, Riku had agreed.
He needed to be fucked.
Taeyong tilted his head slightly, and then patted the seat next to him on the couch twice. Once again, Riku found himself unable to move, his legs simultaneously made of stone and jelly. Kun’s warm hands pressed down heavily on his shoulders and guided him forward, towards Taeyong, turned him around and then pushed him to sit on the couch.
“Jaehee said you might be nervous,” Taeyong’s breath was hot at the side of his neck, “But you know we’re just here to help you. You have nothing to be afraid of.”
Kun’s hands slowly slid off Riku’s shoulders as he traversed around to the back of the couch, the touch of his fingers lingered against Riku’s bare shoulders. “We’re not gonna tell anybody you didn’t already approve of,” Kun’s voice was a whisper against his other ear.
“Take your bag off,” Taeyong commanded.
Riku complied, this time quickly pulling his bag over his head and throwing it off the couch.
“It’s okay,” Kun spoke as he ran his hands down the front of Riku’s body from behind him, “Just relax.”
Taeyong inched closer and wrapped his fingers in the hem of Riku’s black singlet top. Contrasting Kun’s hands, Taeyong’s were ice cold. An involuntary shiver ran up his body from where Taeyong’s knuckles brushed against his skin as he lifted Riku’s singlet shirt higher. Kun helped him the rest of the way out of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it off to the side where it landed gracefully on top of his bag. The cool air hit his body, and his skin reacted with goosebumps. Taeyong’s hands ran higher on Riku’s chest, his thumbs gently brushing over his hard nipples. Riku bit his lip to hold back a moan, his eyes clenched shut tight. Kun pressed a light kiss to the top of his head before pulling away.
“I’m going to cook us some dinner,” His voice was flat and detached as he started for the kitchen.
Riku found his eyes following Kun as he walked away. The strength of his arms was visible through his tight sweater, and his tan jeans clung to his legs in a way that left very little to the imagination.
“Eyes on me, sweetie,” Riku jumped when Taeyong’s cold hand gripped his chin and turned his head. Taeyong studied his face with sharp intensity before speaking again, “I think you have far more experience than you let on. Is that true?”
The accusation took Riku aback slightly, but he tried to keep his face neutral as he shook his head no. Taeyong exhaled heavily, and then smiled.
“It’s okay, I’ll let you play innocent for now,” he released Riku’s chin from his grip, “As long as we can help you, that's all that matters right?” Taeyong's hands found their way to the waistband of his jeans, his cool fingers lightly poking at the skin hidden just underneath, “Hmm?” he looked up with his big, dark, round eyes.
It was obvious who had the power here, but in that moment Riku felt a rush of adrenaline. The fact that something about him had his hyungs falling to their knees, ready to help him whenever he asked, helped satisfy whatever it was that had been irritating him. But it didn’t make the feeling subside completely, he needed something more. Something deeper, something so aggressive that it had been slowly taking over his mind for the previous few months. His mind had been plagued with visions of his body being taken apart and put back together by the men on his team. He imagined how each person would treat him. Some would treat him like a princess, others like a dirty whore. Each vision slowly filled the ache in his body.
“Where have you gone?” Taeyong tapped the side of Riku’s head with his pointer finger, “I’m right here, is that not enough?” His thumb, still in the waistband of Riku’s jeans, slid to the left, running along his stomach and hip.
Riku shook his head without thinking, “I need,” he paused for a second when he caught the mocking look of pity on Taeyong’s face, “I need more.”
Taeyong let out a small, endearing laugh, “I’m sure that can be arranged,” he murmured as he began unbuttoning Riku’s jeans.
His fingers worked with practiced confidence, from years of undressing people, Riku guessed, and he began sliding Riku’s jeans off his legs swiftly. Once Riku’s legs were freed from the fabric, Taeyong planted his hands on his shoulders and pushed him down against the couch. He planted soft, small kisses down Riku’s sternum and stomach, stopping when he reached the elastic of his boxers.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?” He looked up at Riku through his long eyelashes, his cheeks slowly flushing red.
Riku nodded quickly, burying his hand in Taeyong’s bleach white hair. Taeyong smiled and plastered Riku’s waist with deeper, wetter kisses. He left a trail of wet circles on Riku’s perfect skin as he moved further down, sloppily mouthing at Riku’s hardening cock over the fabric of his boxers. His fingers crept further below the waistband until he slid them down and off, leaving Riku fully naked. His body flushed hot with arousal at the thought that both of the other people in this apartment were fully clothed. He wondered if he'd get a chance to put his clothes back on at any point during the weekend.
Taeyong's soft lips mouthed at Riku's cock, his tongue sliding along its length before swallowing him. Riku wasn't giant by any means, but in his fully hardened state, Taeyong still had to work a little to fit the whole thing. Every time he dipped his head and took Riku further down his throat, his whole body moved with the motion. Riku used all of his mental strength not to push Taeyong's head down, just to hear him splutter, instead he began to lift his hips slightly, meeting Taeyong somewhere in the middle. His fingers raked through Taeyong’s hair leisurely as bouts of pleasure shot through his body.
In the kitchen behind them, he could hear the clatter of pots and pans, of ingredients bags being opened and poured out. Taeyong pulled off his cock, leaving him feeling cold.
“‘Riku,” Taeyong said in his honeyed, slack jawed tone, “Do I need to prep you?”
Riku shook his head no, frantic and desperate to be touched again.
“Perfect,” Taeyong pressed a heavy kiss to his hip before adjusting their position. He held Riku's legs up and apart, allowing him easier access to Riku's hole, “I'm gonna have to send Jaehee flowers to thank him. Look how perfect you are,” he mumbled before covering two of his fingers in a generous amount of saliva.
“N-not Jaehee,” he managed as Taeyong pressed a finger to his rim.
“Oh! Who used you before you were sent here?” his voice came back, once again, quasi-mocking.
“Sion-ah,” he took a deep breath, Taeyong's two fingers weren't much of a stretch for him but he didn't expect Taeyong to push in so deep, “and Yushi.”
“Tell me baby, what did they do for you?” he asked as he began to separate his fingers.
“Sionie hyung, ugh-” he tensed when Taeyong prodded particularly deep, “he woke me up, and Yushi, I warmed him.”
Riku's hands were clinging desperately to the back of Taeyong's shoulders, then the backrest of the couch, and then back to Taeyong’s body.
“They did a wonderful job cleaning you. Making sure you're easy to use but not quite whoreish.”
Taeyong adjusted their positions once again as he pulled his fingers from Riku. The boy groaned when he felt the emptiness and cool air against his hole as Taeyong grabbed one of his legs and dropped it over the back of the couch. He then pushed Riku's other leg up towards his head to expose him completely
“By the end of the weekend, hopefully your needs will be met and you won't have to beg for dick every second of every day anymore.”
Shame flowed through Riku's body and straight to his dick. He squirmed under the weight of Taeyong's hands holding his leg down near his head, and he heard Kun potting about the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans clanging, Taeyong unzipping his pants and spitting in his hand, and the sink running water, bounced around in his head. His skin was slick with sweat and as Taeyong prepared himself, he attempted and failed to readjust, his limbs too weak. Taeyong stroked his cock a few times to fully coat it in his saliva and he looked up at Riku, his eyes large and beady. It shocked Riku how normal Taeyong could look like this, how confident and calm he was, yet also how increasingly predatory his eyes were. The longer Riku was caught in their orbit, the darker they became.
Taeyong bottomed out in one deep thrust, and he stayed there a second, still and quiet as he listened to Riku’s whimpers. The noises that erupted from him were soft and high and so perfect.
“Fuck,” Taeyong muttered as he began to slowly pull out.
He only left Riku’s body for a moment before entering him again, this time faster, one hand on Riku’s leg by his head, one hand on his other leg, holding him wide open. Riku’s head fell to the side and he clasped a hand to his mouth, attempting to quieten his moans.
“Baby, your body is so perfect for this, you have no idea,” Taeyong’s words were uneven and shaky as he continued to move inside Riku, destroying any semblance of a cohesive thought in the boy’s mind, “When you asked to come over, I couldn’t believe it.”
“Ngh~” Riku couldn’t put together a single word as his body was rocked back and forth against Taeyong’s and his skin stuck to the leather.
“I thought maybe you’d want advice asking Jaehee out. We were making bets on when you’d actually go for it until Kun found out you’d already been letting all three of them use you,” He leaned further over Riku’s body, dropping his face low.
They were centimetres apart, Taeyong’s breath was hot against his cheek, “We’ve invited some friends over for dinner,” He flicked Riku’s hand away from his mouth and grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes upwards, “It would be a shame if only us got to see you like this, right?”
He thrust against Riku’s prostate, and the boy’s body spasmed as he let out a loud, high moan.
“Good boy,” Taeyong cooed.
He placed a hand on Riku’s chest to balance himself, and sped up his assault of his prostate. Riku’s body felt hot all over, and the lack of air in his lungs had him convinced he was drowning. Drowning in the humiliation of being fucked like a ragdoll, and drowning in the smell that reached his nose from the kitchen. He couldn’t tell what Kun was cooking, his brain was far too scrambled with thoughts of Taeyong’s cock, but it must have been something spicy.
In Riku’s distracted haze he hadn’t noticed Taeyong's hand sliding further up his body. He paused for a brief moment, his fingers trailing over Riku’s protruding collar bones before continuing to move upwards and over his chin. The tips of his fingers prodded at Riku’s half-slacked jaw, and then pushed deep inside without much coaxing when he relented. Riku swirled his tongue around the skin, tasting the remainders of Taeyong’s spit from before.
Taeyong’s thrusts began to falter as his moans grew louder, his intense eyes quickly going between staring at his fingers in Riku’s mouth and where they were connected.
“Princess…” Taeyong’s voice came, light and airy this time, “I’m-”
“Mhm,” Riku managed around his fingers.
Taeyong slid his fingers out of Riku’s mouth, but kept the tip of his pointer finger inside, pulling his lips apart, “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Please,” Riku whimpered.
The feeling in his body was far too overwhelming for him to say anything more. Taeyong didn’t need to ask for permission to do anything to him. He wanted to feel full, to feel used and able to please.
Taeyong groaned through his release as he did what Riku asked. Riku felt Taeyong soften as he milked him of every last drop he could, but when he began to pull away, Riku panicked.
“No, stay,” he commanded as he grabbed Taeyong’s waist to hold him in place, “I need to cum too.”
Taeyong blinked twice, quickly raised and lowered his eyebrows, and complied. A shiver fell through Riku as he watched Taeyong once again do as he said. Under normal circumstances, at this point Riku might flip their positions and ride Taeyong from on top, but his limbs were so fragile and loose that he couldn’t.
“Make me cum,” his voice didn’t come out as confident as he planned, and he could tell Taeyong wasn’t taking him too seriously by the small chuckle that rippled through his shoulders.
“Okay,” he said as he leant down and kissed Riku on the forehead.
Once more Taeyong spat in his hand, and then began to stroke Riku. The boy wasn’t particularly large for his size, but he knew where his assets were. The first time Jaehee had fucked him he made a point to comment on it, on how he thought Riku would be tiny. As Taeyong worked his hand up and down Riku’s shaft, his soft cock also moved inside him. It was a gentle, almost massage-like slide. Riku felt the tension in his shoulders begin to alleviate as Taeyong’s strokes sped up, but his thrusts remained the same steady rhythm. He felt the heat pooling in his gut turn from warm to hot when Taeyong slid his fingertip over the head of Riku’s cock in an intentional and almost painful move. He came without warning Taeyong and let out a high moan as Taeyong’s movements barely slowed, his release being far larger than either of them expected, considering that he had already cum twice that morning. Riku’s body shook out all of his tension and he attempted to drop his legs back into more comfortable positions.
“Do you want me to pull out now?” Taeyong asked, tone mocking, “Dinner’s almost ready.”
Riku wasn’t sure how to answer. He hated being empty, and he loved the feeling of Taeyong’s cum moving inside his body so bad that he wished he could have so much of it that it would replace his blood.
“I’ll get you a plug,” Taeyong conceded when he saw Riku’s unsure expression.
He lifted his hand, covered in Riku’s fresh, warm cum, up to his face and looked at it for a moment, “You’re so beautiful,” he said, looking through his fingers at the boy on the couch, still shaking from aftershocks, “And you’re so healthy.”
Taeyong began licking the cum from his hand. His eyes did not leave Riku’s for a second, as his tongue flickered between the webs of his fingers, down his palm, and all the way to his white-covered wrist. The darkness in his eyes began to fade when he finished cleaning the mess. Slowly, he pulled out of Riku and made quick work towards one of the bedrooms. The second Riku felt a trickle of Taeyong’s cum falling from his hole, he reached down and shoved three of his small fingers inside.
He looked up when a shadow fell across his upper body, “Would you like to try some?” Kun asked, holding a spoon over his head.
Riku didn’t miss the way Kun’s eyes travelled from his face down his naked body sprawled across the couch and stopped there. His hand was inside himself, yet his face remained unchanged, and he didn’t say a word. Riku nodded and threw his head back over the arm of the couch, opening his mouth as Kun tilted the spoon and poured the liquid. It landed in his mouth and he barely had a chance to taste it before it slid down his throat leaving only a sharp burn behind. When Kun asked what he thought, he nodded and gave an approving ‘mhm.’ Kun leant down and gave him a light kiss on the lips before returning to the kitchen.
When Taeyong returned, his pants completely zipped back up, the plug in his hand was larger than Riku expected, but he didn’t feel threatened in any way. A smile fell across Taeyong’s face when he saw Riku’s fingers buried inside himself.
“You’re so cute,” he said softly, running a hand along Riku’s side as he sat back down on the couch and pried his legs open once again, “Don’t wanna waste any of it, huh?”
He rubbed the plug gently along the crack of Riku’s plump ass, gathering any of his cum that had leaked out and used it to lubricate the rubber object. He then grabbed at Riku’s wrist to let him know he could pull his fingers out. Once Riku’s hole was mostly empty again, Taeyong began to push the plug in their place. Riku felt his body taking it well until he reached the widest part. He sucked in a deep breath, and scrambled for purchase against the couch, but his hand landed on Taeyong’s clothes thigh. He dug his fingernails into the denim with little purchase to the sound of Taeyong’s gentle reassurance, until the thickest part of the toy was inserted deeply inside him. The rest of the slide was easy.
The plug wasn’t the longest thing Riku had ever had inside him, and it didn’t sit near his prostate, but its width was so much that every time he moved, he felt its slick, cum covered slide against his walls and bladder.
“Dinner’s ready,” Kun’s voice rang from the kitchen in time with the sound of him turning the exhaust fan off.
Taeyong grabbed Riku’s hand and gently helped him sit up, watching with barely concealed glee as he winced when the plug pressed against anything sensitive inside him, “We can sit here and watch something while we wait for the others to arrive, sound good?” he asked, casually grabbing the remote from the coffee table.
Riku just nodded in response as Kun came to sit next to him on the couch. He placed a heavy hand on the side of Riku’s head and pushed him down onto his lap. Taeyong flipped through the channels until he found something that caught his interest. He then put the remote down and grabbed Riku’s legs, placing them across his own lap. Taeyong dug his thumbs into the back of Riku’s calves as he watched the tv. The pressure he was exuding, in combination with Kun’s soft strokes of his hair, set his brain off into a calm daze. He found his eyelids getting heavier the deeper into his hair Kun’s strokes became, until he eventually sunk into a nap.