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Sunghoon lay flat on his back, his knuckles white where his hands gripped the bedsheets on either side of his hips. The darkness was suffocating. The blindfold Ni-ki had tied around his eyes was thick, biting into his skin, and the noise-canceling headphones clamped over his ears blocked out the entire world. All he could hear was the frantic, heavy thudding of his own heartbeat and the uneven stutter of his breathing.

Fifteen minutes. That was the dare. Fifteen minutes of sensory deprivation while his best friend got a free pass to mess with him. Sunghoon expected ice cubes, or feathers, or maybe just Ni-ki laughing at him while taking embarrassing photos.

He didn’t expect the mattress to dip near his knees. It was a heavy, solid weight.

Sunghoon twitched, a nervous laugh bubbling up in his throat. "Ni-ki? Are you taking pictures? If you post anything, I swear to god—"

His voice sounded muffled and distant under the headphones. He couldn't hear an answer. But then the mattress sank again. This time near his hip. And then a third time, up near his shoulder.

Sunghoon swallowed hard. His pulse spiked violently against his ribs. That wasn't just one person.

Before he could process the panic, a pair of large, warm hands clamped down hard on his bare thighs. The grip was rough, bruising the soft flesh and instantly territorial. They pushed his legs apart with a rough shove. Sunghoon gasped, his back arching off the mattress.

"Hey—!"

A mouth pressed open-lipped against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Teeth scraped against him, harsh enough to leave a mark, followed by the wet, soothing pull of a tongue. Sunghoon froze. He knew that touch. He knew those hands, the sharp bite, the aggressive way he was being pinned down.

Jay. His ex-boyfriend. The one who knew exactly how his body worked, the one who used to own every inch of him.

"Ah!" Sunghoon choked out, his hands flying up to push the headphones off, but another pair of hands caught his wrists mid-air.

These hands were different. Long, elegant fingers wrapped firmly around his wrists, forcing them down to the mattress above his head. The cold metal of heavy rings pressed into his feverish skin. The scent of expensive cedar and spice washed over his face, swallowing the clean laundry smell of his room whole. A broad, hard chest pressed lightly against his arm.

Sunghoon’s breath hitched, a violent tremble wracking his spine. He knew that smell anywhere. He stood next to it in elevators, sat next to it in meetings, and dreamed about it every single night.

Heeseung.

Suddenly, the right side of his headphones was pushed off his ear, just enough to let the ambient sound of the room rush in.

"Look at him," Ni-ki’s voice whispered, his hot breath fanning right over Sunghoon's exposed ear. His best friend sounded dark, amused, and dripping with dirty intent. "He’s already shaking. And we haven’t even done anything yet."

"He always was sensitive," Jay’s voice came from between Sunghoon’s spread legs. The low gravel of his ex's voice sent a violent shockwave straight down to Sunghoon’s groin. "Especially right here."

Jay’s mouth moved higher up his thigh, right to the edge of his underwear. He bit down, pulling on the cotton fabric and the sensitive skin beneath it.

"Fuck—Jay—" Sunghoon whimpered, turning his head blindly against the pillows. "What are you... what is this?"

"You lost the dare, hyung," Ni-ki chuckled. He leaned his weight over Sunghoon’s stomach, dropping his chin onto Sunghoon's chest. "I told you I got to mess with you. I just decided to bring some help. You don't mind, do you?"

"Ni-ki, please—" Sunghoon begged, his hips jerking involuntarily as Jay’s thumbs hooked under the waistband of his boxers.

"Shh," a third voice rumbled.

It was deep. It was impossibly smooth. It came from the man holding his wrists above his head. Heeseung.

"Don't move, Sunghoon," Heeseung commanded. The tone wasn't a request; it was a heavy, absolute order that made the fight drain right out of Sunghoon’s spine, melting him into the mattress. "Just lie there and be good for us."

"Heeseung..." Sunghoon breathed out, the name slipping past his lips like a prayer. The humiliation of being blindfolded, with his ex, his best friend, and his massive crush all standing over him, was swallowed entirely by the crushing wave of arousal hitting his bloodstream.

"Pull them off," Heeseung ordered calmly.

"Gladly," Jay growled. He gripped the waistband of Sunghoon’s boxers and yanked them down in one swift, rough motion, dragging them over his knees and tossing them to the floor.

Sunghoon gasped loudly, the cool air of the bedroom hitting his bare skin. He squeezed his thighs together out of pure instinct, but Jay instantly wedged a broad shoulder between his knees, forcing him wide open and putting his dripping pussy on full display.

"Fuck, you're pretty," Jay muttered, his voice dropping an octave. Sunghoon felt Jay’s hot breath ghosting right over his slick, exposed folds. "It's been too long."

"Look how wet he is already," Ni-ki mocked. Sunghoon felt two fingers trace down the center of his stomach, dipping low into the sparse hair above his slit. "We just took his clothes off and he's leaking. You're so desperate, Sunghoon."

"I'm not—ah!" Sunghoon threw his head back as Ni-ki’s middle finger found his swollen clit, pressing down hard and rubbing a tight, wet circle.

Squish.

The obscene sound of his own wetness echoed loudly in the quiet room. Sunghoon whined, a high, desperate noise, his hips instantly bucking up to chase Ni-ki's hand.

"Keep your hips flat," Heeseung warned softly. One of Heeseung's hands released Sunghoon's wrist and moved down to grab Sunghoon by the throat. Not tight enough to choke him, just a heavy, dominant grip that locked his head in place. Heeseung's thumb stroked over Sunghoon's erratic pulse. "You don't get to move until we say so."

"Yes... fuck, okay," Sunghoon panted, his chest heaving. He was losing his mind. He couldn't see a thing. The heavy white noise was still blaring in his left ear. Everything was restricted except the blistering heat of their hands roaming over his naked flesh.

"Can I taste him?" Jay asked. It wasn't directed at Sunghoon. He was asking Heeseung.

"Not yet," Heeseung replied, his voice dark and smooth. "Let Ni-ki open him up first. He needs to be stretched."

"Yeah, he's tight," Ni-ki purred. He dragged his finger down from Sunghoon's clit, tracing the slick, wet groove of his pussy down to his entrance. "But he's so fucking wet. It's just dripping out of him."

"Please," Sunghoon whimpered, his head lolling against Heeseung's restraining grip. "Ni-ki... please just..."

"Just what?" Ni-ki teased. He pressed the pad of his thumb against the tight ring of Sunghoon's entrance, pushing slightly but withholding the entry. "Tell me what you want."

"I want... ah! Fuck!"

Jay’s mouth clamped down on Sunghoon’s hip bone, sucking a hard, stinging bruise into the skin. At the exact same time, Ni-ki shoved two fingers deep inside Sunghoon's wet pussy.

Sunghoon screamed, a broken, filthy sound that was instantly swallowed by Heeseung leaning down and capturing his lips.

It was a bruising, dominant kiss. Heeseung’s mouth was sweltering and demanding. His tongue forced its way past Sunghoon’s teeth, tasting of mint and dark coffee, dominating his mouth just as thoroughly as Ni-ki was dominating his pussy. Sunghoon moaned pathetically into the kiss, his tongue tangling with Heeseung’s as he tried to chase the high.

Inside him, Ni-ki was ruthless. He curled his two fingers upwards, hooking directly against Sunghoon’s g-spot, and began to pump in and out with hard, rapid thrusts.

The wet, sloppy sounds of Ni-ki fucking his fingers in and out of Sunghoon’s pussy filled the room. Sunghoon's hips jerked wildly, failing to obey Heeseung's command to stay still. He was being split open, stretched wide by his best friend, kissed senseless by his crush, and held down by his ex.

"Mmph—!" Sunghoon cried out against Heeseung's mouth.

Heeseung pulled back slowly, a wet string of saliva connecting their lips. "I told you not to move, Sunghoon."

"I can't—" Sunghoon sobbed, tears pricking his eyes under the rough blindfold, soaking the thick fabric. "It's too much. You're doing too much."

"We haven't even started," Jay sneered. Jay grabbed Sunghoon by the waist with both hands, his thumbs digging deep into the soft flesh of his stomach. "Look how he takes it. He loves it. Little slut's pussy is clamping down on your fingers, Ni-ki."

"I know," Ni-ki laughed, a breathless, dirty sound. He pulled his fingers almost all the way out, letting the tight pink flesh of Sunghoon's entrance drag with them, before slamming them back in to the hilt. "He's trying to milk my fingers. He wants a cock so bad."

"Ah! God, fuck! Yes! Please!" Sunghoon babbled, abandoning all sense of pride. He writhed on the bed, his head tossing side to side. The remaining headphone slipped off his ear, finally letting him hear the wet sounds of his own body perfectly.

"Tell us whose cock you want," Jay demanded. He leaned over, dragging his teeth up Sunghoon's stomach, biting lightly at the sensitive skin around his navel. "Who do you want inside you, Sunghoon?"

Sunghoon opened his mouth, drowning in the sensation. He wanted Jay's rough, familiar thrusts. He wanted Ni-ki's unpredictable, relentless stamina. He wanted Heeseung's heavy, crushing dominance.

"I don't... I don't care," Sunghoon whimpered, his wet pussy clenching hard around Ni-ki's digits. "Just fuck me. Somebody just fuck me."

"Bad answer," Heeseung said flatly.

Heeseung shifted his weight. His hand left Sunghoon's throat and grabbed his jaw, fingers digging tight into his cheeks, forcing Sunghoon’s face up.

"You're going to take all of us," Heeseung said, his voice dropping into a dark, rumbling register that made Sunghoon's pussy clench so hard Ni-ki groaned. "But you're going to beg for it individually. You're going to tell us exactly how you want us to use this pretty little pussy of yours."

"Look how much he's leaking just from you talking to him," Ni-ki observed. He pulled his fingers out with a loud pop.

Sunghoon whined at the sudden, aching emptiness, his hips chasing Ni-ki's retreating hand.

"Don't tease him too much," Jay muttered, his voice thick with his own arousal. "I want to taste him. I can't wait anymore."

"Go ahead," Heeseung granted.

Sunghoon felt Jay shift between his spread legs. Two large hands grabbed his ass cheeks, lifting his hips high off the mattress. Sunghoon's breath caught in his throat.

"Jay..." Sunghoon breathed.

"I'm right here," Jay whispered against his wet folds.

Jay's tongue lashed out, flat and broad, dragging directly up the slick slit of Sunghoon's pussy.

"Aaaaaah!" Sunghoon threw his head back, his spine bowing into a violent arch. The sensation was paralyzing. Jay's tongue was relentless, lapping at him loudly, slurping the hot, sweet slick right out of him.

Slurp. Smack. "Good boy," Heeseung praised, running his fingers through Sunghoon's sweat-damp hair. "Take it."

Jay didn't just lick him; he ate him like a starving man. He shoved his face between Sunghoon's thighs, his nose pressing into his clit while his tongue thrust deep inside the tight entrance, mimicking the heavy motion of a cock. He sucked hard on the sensitive swollen flesh, drinking down every drop of moisture Sunghoon produced.

Sunghoon was thrashing. His hands scrabbled blindly against the bedsheets. "Jay! Fuck, Jay, please! Ah! Ahhh!"

"He tastes even better than I remember," Jay growled against his skin, before latching his lips around Sunghoon's clit and sucking hard.

Sunghoon let out a blood-curdling moan, his vision flashing white behind the blindfold. His body convulsed, his inner walls clamping down hard as a wave of intense, blinding pleasure rolled through his veins. He was hovering right on the edge. The sensory deprivation combined with the overwhelming friction was short-circuiting his brain.

"He's gonna come," Ni-ki laughed, moving up to hover over Sunghoon's chest. Ni-ki pinched one of Sunghoon's tight, hard nipples, rolling it roughly between his fingers. "Look at him. He hasn't even been touched by a cock and he's already dying to come."

"No coming," Heeseung ordered sharply.

Immediately, Jay pulled his mouth back. He dropped Sunghoon's hips back onto the mattress with a heavy thud.

"No—wait—" Sunghoon sobbed, desperate. His clit throbbed violently, demanding the friction back. The sudden loss of contact left a hollow, burning ache. "Please. Please, Jay, put it back. Put your mouth back!"

"You heard him," Jay said, his chest heaving with his own ragged breaths. He slapped the inside of Sunghoon's thigh, leaving a stark red handprint behind. "You don't get to finish yet."

"You're being greedy, Sunghoon," Ni-ki whispered, leaning down to bite at Sunghoon's collarbone. "You haven't even begged properly."

"I'll beg! I'll do anything!" Sunghoon cried, twisting wildly. He was dripping slick, his thighs trembling, his pussy aching with an empty heat. "Heeseung, please! Tell them to touch me!"

Heeseung chuckled, a low, dark sound that vibrated right through Sunghoon’s chest.

"You want to be touched?" Heeseung asked. He trailed a single finger down Sunghoon's chest, over his stomach, and stopped just above his wet slit. "You want us to ruin you?"

"Yes! Yes, fuck, ruin me. Please ruin my pussy."

"Good." Heeseung's finger suddenly pushed inside him, joining two of Jay's fingers, stretching his tight ring impossibly wide.

"Fuuuuuck!" Sunghoon screamed, his jaw locking open.

"Get your cock out, Ni-ki," Heeseung commanded, his fingers pumping inside Sunghoon alongside Jay's, turning the inside of his pussy into a sloppy, churning mess of noise and friction. "It's time to fuck him."

The sound of heavy leather belts unbuckling and the sharp, metallic rasp of zippers being pulled down echoed endlessly in the small bedroom. To Sunghoon, blinded by the thick fabric over his eyes, those sounds were deafening. His heart hammered against his ribs. His naked thighs were still forced wide open by Jay, his wet pussy throbbing and empty now that the fingers had retreated, slick dripping steadily onto the sheets.

"God, you’re so eager," Ni-ki’s voice drifted down from somewhere near Sunghoon’s knees. There was the distinct sound of heavy denim hitting the floor. "Look at him shivering. He doesn't even know what's coming first."

"I do," Heeseung said.

The deep, resonant voice came from right above Sunghoon’s head. Strong hands grabbed the pillows from under Sunghoon, tossing them aside, dropping his head flat against the mattress. Heeseung shifted his weight, his knees sinking into the bed on either side of Sunghoon’s shoulders. The intoxicating scent of cedar, mixed now with the heavy, musky smell of pre-come and raw male arousal, swamped Sunghoon’s senses.

"Open your mouth, Sunghoon," Heeseung commanded. The tone left zero room for argument.

Sunghoon parted his lips on instinct, his chest heaving. "Heeseung, I—"

He didn't get to finish the sentence. The blunt, hot head of Heeseung’s cock pressed firmly against his lips, smearing a thick drop of salty pre-come across Sunghoon’s bottom lip. Sunghoon gasped at the searing heat of it, and the moment his teeth parted, Heeseung shoved forward.

"Mmph!" Sunghoon choked out a muffled cry as Heeseung’s thick length filled his mouth instantly.

Heeseung didn't give him a moment to adjust. One of Heeseung’s large hands tangled ruthlessly into the hair at the back of Sunghoon’s head, gripping tight to hold him perfectly still. With his other hand, Heeseung gripped the base of his own cock and began to thrust his hips, fucking straight into Sunghoon’s face.

"That's it. Take it all," Heeseung growled low in his chest, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. "Open your throat for me."

Sunghoon’s hands scrambled blindly over the sheets, grasping for purchase as Heeseung relentlessly pounded into his mouth. The blindfold threw his equilibrium off entirely. He couldn't brace himself. He could only feel the thick, pulsing vein against his tongue, the musky taste of Heeseung, and the sheer power behind every downward thrust. Heeseung’s cock hit the back of his throat over and over, forcing a series of wet, gagging noises from Sunghoon’s nose and throat.

Tears pricked Sunghoon’s eyes, hot and fast, soaking into the thick fabric of the blindfold. He was finally tasting the man he’d spent months pining after, but there was zero romance in the abrasive, gagging thrusts. It was raw, degrading domination, and the sick twist in Sunghoon's gut was how much he loved it.

"Look at him take your cock, Hee," Jay rasped. Heavy, calloused hands clamped down on Sunghoon’s thighs, forcing his knees wider until the hip joints popped and ached with the strain. "Such a dirty little mess. Slurping on it like he's starving."

"He is starving," Ni-ki hummed in agreement.

The mattress dipped again, the searing heat of a third body shifting directly between Sunghoon's spread legs. Ni-ki’s knees dug deep into the sheets on either side of Sunghoon’s hips. Stripped of his sight, Sunghoon relied on the brutal, radiating heat of Ni-ki’s thick cock hovering millimeters above his dripping, shivering slit.

"Keep sucking him," Ni-ki ordered, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly octave as his hands locked onto Sunghoon’s hipbones. "Don't you dare stop while I do this."

Sunghoon let out a strangled, muffled shriek into Heeseung's pubic hair. Ni-ki skipped the slow stretch. He guided himself to the slick opening and drove his broad head inside in one brutal, unbroken thrust.

Sunghoon’s back bowed off the bed, his spine cracking into a harsh arch. The sudden, splitting fullness made his jaw lock down hard around Heeseung’s shaft, his short nails shredding the bedsheets.

"Fuck!" Ni-ki hissed, his fingernails digging into Sunghoon's waist. "God, you are so fucking tight. It's like you're trying to bite my dick off in there."

"Relax your jaw, Sunghoon," Heeseung warned. His fist tightened in Sunghoon's hair, yanking his head back just enough to pull the heavy cock halfway out before slamming it straight back down his throat. "You're going to scrape me with your teeth. Take it down."

Gawk. Slurp. Oxygen became a luxury Sunghoon couldn't afford. He was split wide open on both ends. Ni-ki was massive, stretching the delicate pink flesh until a burning, blinding ache radiated straight up into Sunghoon’s stomach. With every deep, punishing push from Ni-ki below, Sunghoon’s throat spasmed in panic around Heeseung’s thick ridge above.

"That's right, stretch for him," Jay murmured right against Sunghoon’s ribcage. The hot, damp air of Jay's breath fanned over Sunghoon’s sweating chest. A rough tongue lashed out, swirling over the tight peak of Sunghoon’s left nipple before sharp teeth bit down, anchoring a fresh, purple bruise into the skin.

Sunghoon thrashed, a continuous, broken whimper trapped behind the meat in his mouth. The sensory deprivation robbed him of his equilibrium; unable to anticipate the brutal rhythm, he couldn't brace for the thrusts. He just had to take the pounding.

Ni-ki set the pace. He pulled almost the entire way out, letting the overstretched walls of Sunghoon’s entrance drag wetly against his thick shaft, before slamming his hips forward to bury himself to the hilt with a loud, meaty slap.

"Fuck, yeah," Ni-ki grunted. His rhythm accelerated into a blur of friction. "Does that feel good? Taking my dick while Heeseung fucks your mouth? You like being our toy?"

Sunghoon jerked his chin in a messy nod, tears streaming past his temples into his hair. Words were impossible. He could only gag around the invading flesh and weather the relentless hammering into his groin.

Heeseung established his own tempo, ignoring Ni-ki’s frantic pace. While Ni-ki fucked fast and wild, Heeseung was slow, deep, and suffocating. Heeseung pushed in until Sunghoon’s nose buried into his dark pubic hair, held it there for three agonizing seconds while Sunghoon choked and scrambled for air, and then slowly pulled out over the tongue before plunging back down.

"Suck it harder," Heeseung demanded, his thumb pressing down hard on the hinge of Sunghoon’s jaw to force his mouth wider. "Use your tongue. Keep it wet."

Sunghoon obeyed blindly. He swirled his tongue around the thick ridge, swallowing down the salty pre-come, desperate to please his crush while his best friend wrecked his pussy from below.

"Look how wet he is," Jay muttered. Jay moved his hands down from Sunghoon’s chest, sliding his palms directly into the sloppy junction where Ni-ki’s cock was sliding in and out. Jay’s fingers caught the thick white slick bubbling up around Ni-ki’s shaft and smeared it ruthlessly into Sunghoon’s swollen clit.

Sunghoon convulsed, a high-pitched squeal dying in the back of his throat.

"He's dripping everywhere," Jay observed, his thumb pinning the slick clit down and grinding it in a vicious, tight circle right as Ni-ki slammed forward. "Pussy is so sloppy for you, Ni-ki. He's begging to be bred."

"I'm gonna breed him," Ni-ki spat, his hips snapping with loud, sharp cracks against Sunghoon’s thighs. "I'm gonna fill this tight little hole until he's leaking my come for days."

"Mmph! Mmmmmmph!" Sunghoon sobbed. The combination of Ni-ki stretching him inside and Jay grinding his clit outside pushed him straight to the edge. His toes curled, cramping with the strain. His inner walls began to involuntarily spasm, milking Ni-ki’s cock with bone-crushing force.

"Fuck!" Ni-ki groaned loudly, his thrusts stuttering. "Heeseung, he's clamping down on me. The little slut is trying to milk me."

Heeseung grabbed Sunghoon’s hair tighter, yanking his head up. "I told you no coming, Sunghoon. Stop squeezing him."

Sunghoon shook his head wildly, his jaw aching. He couldn't stop it. His body was overriding his brain.

With a sudden, wet pop, Heeseung pulled his cock out of Sunghoon’s mouth. Sunghoon gasped loudly, his chest heaving as oxygen rushed back into his burning lungs. A thick trail of saliva connected his bruised lips to the glistening head of Heeseung’s cock.

"Breathe," Heeseung ordered, his voice cold and commanding. He slapped Sunghoon’s cheek lightly with the flat of his hand. "I didn't give you permission to fall apart yet."

"Please," Sunghoon gasped, his voice hoarse and wrecked. The room spun behind the darkness. The blindfold was soaked with tears and sweat. "Heeseung, please... it's too much... Jay is touching my..."

"I know what Jay is touching," Heeseung said, his voice dropping into a dangerous purr. Heeseung stepped back from the bed. "Jay, take his mouth."

Jay didn't hesitate. He pulled his hands away from Sunghoon’s dripping pussy, climbed up the mattress, and took Heeseung's place. Jay didn't use his dick. He grabbed Sunghoon’s face with both hands, his fingers still slick with Sunghoon’s own pussy juices, and smashed his mouth against Sunghoon’s in a brutal kiss.

Sunghoon tasted his own arousal mixed with Jay’s demanding tongue. Jay kissed him exactly like he used to—territorial, rough, leaving zero room to breathe. Jay bit down hard on Sunghoon’s lower lip, drawing a sharp gasp, and swallowed the sound.

Ni-ki’s pace between his legs turned frantic. The wet slapping of skin echoed off the walls. Sunghoon’s hips bounced off the mattress with every savage thrust.

"You want to come so bad, don't you?" Jay muttered against his lips, his fingers digging into Sunghoon’s cheeks. "You want to let go."

"Yes," Sunghoon whimpered into Jay’s mouth. "Yes, Jay, please."

"Too bad," Heeseung’s voice cut in from the foot of the bed. "Pull out, Ni-ki."

"What? No, fuck, Heeseung, I'm right there—" Ni-ki protested, his voice tight and strained with impending release.

"Pull. Out," Heeseung commanded, his tone dropping to absolute zero.

Ni-ki swore loudly, a string of foul curses, but he obeyed. With a wet, sloppy sound that made Sunghoon whine in pure agony, Ni-ki ripped his thick cock out of Sunghoon’s pussy.

"NO!" Sunghoon screamed, thrashing against Jay’s grip. The sudden emptiness was unbearable. His body was coiled tight, perfectly primed for climax, and they had just ripped the friction away. "No, put it back! Please! Put it back!"

Sunghoon arched his hips blindly, his wet, gaping hole pulsing in the cool air of the room. He could feel it trying to close, thick strings of slick dropping onto the rumpled sheets.

"Beg," Heeseung demanded from somewhere near his feet.

"I'm begging!" Sunghoon sobbed, pride evaporating. "Ni-ki, please! Jay, put it in! Heeseung, please fuck me! I'll do anything! Just fill me up!"

"Good boy," Heeseung murmured.

Hands locked around Sunghoon's ankles. They weren't Jay's rough hands, and they weren't Ni-ki's. They were Heeseung's elegant, firm fingers. Heeseung shoved Sunghoon’s knees back, folding his legs to his chest, exposing his wet, overused pussy to the room.

"You took my mouth," Heeseung said, his voice terrifyingly calm right at Sunghoon’s entrance. "Now I'm going to ruin this."

Before Sunghoon could brace himself, the blunt, massive head of Heeseung’s cock pressed against the slick folds. Heeseung didn't offer a warning or a slow entry. He grabbed Sunghoon by the hips and slammed his entire length deep inside.

Sunghoon let out a sound that didn't even sound human. It was a feral, broken shriek. Heeseung was noticeably thicker than Ni-ki. He hit the deepest part of Sunghoon’s anatomy, bumping directly against his cervix with a brutal thud.

"Ahhhhhh! FUCK!" Sunghoon arched his spine, his hands flying up to rip the blindfold off, but Jay caught his wrists, pinning them back down to the mattress.

"Don't touch it," Jay warned, leaning down to bite Sunghoon’s neck. "Keep your eyes covered. You don't need to see how wrecked you look right now."

Heeseung gave Sunghoon zero seconds to adjust. He pulled back and began to pound with a steady, punishing rhythm. Every thrust was deep, deliberate, and devastating.

"Fuck, you are tight," Heeseung grunted, his composure finally slipping. "You feel incredible. Your pussy is practically swallowing my cock."

"Heeseung! Heeseung, oh my god, it's so deep!" Sunghoon babbled blindly, his head tossing side to side. "You're hitting it! You're hitting the back! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"That's right," Heeseung growled, leaning his weight forward over Sunghoon’s folded legs. "Take all of it. I'm going to stretch you out until my name is permanently carved into your brain."

"He's not taking it fast enough," Ni-ki taunted.

A heavy weight settled next to Sunghoon's head. Ni-ki’s hand grabbed Sunghoon’s jaw, forcing his mouth open again.

"You missed a spot," Ni-ki sneered.

Before Sunghoon could protest, Ni-ki shoved his own cock, still slick with Sunghoon’s pussy juices, straight into Sunghoon’s mouth.

Sunghoon choked violently, the taste of his own slick and Ni-ki’s heavy musk flooding his tongue. He was stuffed full. Heeseung was relentlessly destroying his pussy, bottoming out with every single thrust, while Ni-ki began to face-fuck him with vicious, rapid momentum.

The room descended into a filthy chaos. The wet slapping of Heeseung’s thighs against Sunghoon’s ass. The gagging, sloppy sounds of Ni-ki using Sunghoon’s mouth as a toy. Jay’s heavy breathing as his hands roamed over Sunghoon’s torso, pinching his nipples, leaving harsh, purple hickeys across his chest and neck.

Sunghoon was losing his mind. The darkness of the blindfold combined with the sheer, agonizing overload of pleasure short-circuited his brain. He couldn't think. He could only feel.

Heeseung’s cock hit his g-spot over and over. The friction was unbearable. His clit rubbed painfully against Heeseung’s pubic bone with every thrust. In his mouth, Ni-ki offered zero forgiveness, forcing his cock deep down Sunghoon’s throat, making him gag and sputter around the thick shaft.

"Look at his eyes rolling back," Jay laughed darkly. He leaned over, his mouth pressing right next to the discarded headphones on the pillow. "He's gone. You broke him, Heeseung."

"He was always going to break for me," Heeseung grunted loudly, his pace doubling. He stopped pulling the whole way out, opting instead for short, rapid-fire thrusts directly against Sunghoon’s cervix.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sunghoon screamed through his nose around Ni-ki’s cock. Tears poured freely from under the blindfold. His body was acting on its own. His toes cramped, his thighs shaking violently.

"I'm close," Ni-ki growled, his fingers tangling tight into Sunghoon’s hair. "Swallow it all, Sunghoon. Don't spit a single drop."

"I'm going to fill you up," Heeseung warned, his voice a dark, rough rumble vibrating down into Sunghoon’s core. "Take it."

"Let him come," Jay urged, his thumb finding Sunghoon’s wet, swollen clit. "He's begging for it."

Jay didn't wait for permission. He pressed his thumb hard into the sensitive flesh and began to vibrate his hand frantically.

That was the wire tripping.

Sunghoon let out a garbled, deafening scream against Ni-ki’s cock. The orgasm hit him like a freight train. His entire body locked rigid, his spine snapping taut as a wave of blinding, white-hot pleasure exploded through his veins. His inner walls clamped down with terrifying force, squeezing Heeseung’s cock in an iron grip of spasming muscle.

"FUCK!" Heeseung roared. The sensation of Sunghoon’s orgasm crushing around his dick pushed him over the edge.

Heeseung drove his hips forward, burying himself as deep as physically possible, and unloaded directly against Sunghoon’s cervix. Sunghoon felt the violent, hot jets of Heeseung’s come shooting deep inside him, filling him up, overflowing into his slick entrance.

At the exact same moment, Ni-ki let out a loud groan. He shoved his cock as far down Sunghoon’s throat as it would go and erupted. Thick, hot ropes of come shot against the back of Sunghoon’s throat.

Sunghoon gagged, his eyes squeezing shut tight under the blindfold. He swallowed instinctively, taking every drop of Ni-ki’s release, tears streaming down his face as his body continued to convulse around Heeseung’s twitching cock.

They froze in a messy, heavy tangle of limbs, waiting out the last spasms.

Finally, Ni-ki pulled his cock out of Sunghoon’s mouth with a wet schlop. Sunghoon gasped for air, his chest heaving uncontrollably, a trail of white come leaking from the corner of his bruised lips.

Heeseung slowly withdrew his hips, pulling his heavy, softening cock out of the wrecked opening. The moment he pulled out, a thick, messy mixture of Sunghoon’s slick and Heeseung’s come spilled out of the gaping hole, running down his thighs and pooling onto the mattress.

"Holy fuck," Jay whispered, staring down at the mess they had made.

Sunghoon lay motionless. He shivered, his skin painted in sweat, bruises, and spit. He didn't even have the strength to reach up and untie the blindfold.

"Take it off," Heeseung murmured.

Jay reached over, his fingers working the knot at the back of Sunghoon’s head. The thick fabric slipped away.

Sunghoon blinked rapidly, the dim light of the bedroom burning his eyes. When his vision finally cleared, the reality of the room hit him.

Ni-ki stood near his head, chest heaving, looking down at Sunghoon’s messy mouth with stark satisfaction. Jay sat by his side, his eyes dark and possessive as he stared at the red marks scattering Sunghoon’s chest. And Heeseung stood at the foot of the bed, his dark hair messy, his chest bare, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips.

Heeseung looked exactly like the dominant nightmare Sunghoon had dreamed of.

"Fifteen minutes is up," Ni-ki smirked, wiping a stray drop of sweat from his forehead. "Dare completed."

Sunghoon let out a weak, broken laugh, his head falling back against the messy pillows. His body ached, hollowed out and ruined in the best way possible.

"You guys," Sunghoon managed to whisper, his voice raw and wrecked, "are insane."

Heeseung stepped forward, leaning over the bed to press a soft, contradictory kiss to Sunghoon’s bruised lips.

"You lost the dare," Heeseung whispered against his mouth, a dark promise lacing his tone. "Now, we get to play the actual game."

The air in the bedroom felt thick, heavy with the suffocating scent of sex, sweat, and the sharp musk of four men pushed past the point of reason. The "game" Heeseung promised didn't start with a slow build. It started with Jay grabbing Sunghoon by the hips and dragging him backward across the ruined sheets.

Jay collapsed flat onto his back in the center of the bed, his broad chest heaving. Without giving Sunghoon a second to catch his breath, Jay pulled him up by the waist, forcing Sunghoon to straddle his hips.

"Get on," Jay growled, his hands clamping down on Sunghoon’s bruised thighs. Jay’s cock, slick with a fresh layer of pre-come, bumped insistently against Sunghoon’s dripping wet slit. "Take me. All of it."

Sunghoon’s legs trembled so hard he could barely support his own weight. He looked down at Jay, his vision still blurry from his violent climax, and slowly sank down. The thick head of Jay’s cock pushed past his swollen folds, sinking deep into the slick, ruined heat of his pussy. Sunghoon let out a long, ragged moan, his head falling back as Jay filled him up.

"Fuck, you are so perfectly ruined for me," Jay breathed, his hands sliding up to grip Sunghoon’s waist tightly. He thrust upward, a short, brutal punch of his hips that made Sunghoon gasp.

The mattress dipped behind Sunghoon. Heeseung crawled up behind him, his knees sinking deep into the mattress on either side of Sunghoon’s legs. The scorching heat of Heeseung’s broad chest pressed flush against Sunghoon's trembling back. A large, elegant hand reached around, long fingers cupping the front of Sunghoon’s throat to trap his frantic pulse under a heavy thumb.

"You did so well taking my cock earlier," Heeseung murmured, the deep timber of his voice vibrating directly into Sunghoon’s ear. Heeseung’s free hand reached down. His fingers, slick with a thick, freezing layer of silicone lube, bypassed Sunghoon's thighs entirely. He smeared the cold lube over the swollen, overstretched ring of Sunghoon’s entrance, rubbing it right into the tight seam where Jay’s shaft was already buried. "Let's see how much you can actually hold."

Sunghoon’s eyes blew wide in panic. "Heeseung? Wait, no, you can't—I'm full! Jay is inside me!"

"You're not full," Heeseung corrected, his tone dropping to a dangerous rumble. He pressed the blunt, wet head of his own cock against the stretched pink flesh, wedging the thick ridge directly alongside the base of Jay’s buried shaft. "You're just greedy."

"Please! No, it's going to rip!" Sunghoon thrashed. He tried to scramble forward, desperate to slide off Jay’s lap, but Jay’s hands clamped down on his hipbones like iron vises, anchoring him to the spot.

"Don't run from him," Jay ordered. His voice lacked any of his usual jealousy; instead, it rang with a heavy, unified dominance that matched Heeseung's perfectly. "Take it, Sunghoon. Open up for him."

Sunghoon’s chest heaved, pulling in jagged breaths. The pressure at his entrance defied physics. Two thick cocks, both demanding space in a slick, bruised channel barely meant for one. He was hyperventilating, the terror of the impending stretch short-circuiting his brain into pure survival mode.

Then, Ni-ki was there.

The youngest crawled up to the head of the bed, rising onto his knees inches from Sunghoon’s face. Sunghoon took a shuddering breath, his panicked eyes darting around the dim room until they snagged on Ni-ki’s dark, intense gaze.

Only then did the rigid, terrified tension in Sunghoon’s shoulders drop a fraction. It was a microscopic shift, a tiny, hidden comfort he didn't even realize he sought. The chaotic aggression of his ex and the terrifying dominance of his crush were overwhelming, but Ni-ki—his best friend, the one who had started this entire dare—anchored him.

Ni-ki didn't offer any taunts. He reached out, cradling Sunghoon’s jaw with both hands, and dragged him in for a deep, bruising kiss.

Sunghoon melted. He parted his lips eagerly, taking Ni-ki’s tongue deep into his mouth, chasing the familiar taste of mint and the rough, grounding friction of Ni-ki’s calloused thumbs against his cheeks. He leaned his weight into Ni-ki, surrendering just a fraction more of himself than he had with the older two, finding a strange, frantic solace in the way Ni-ki devoured his mouth.

"Push down, Sunghoon," Heeseung ordered.

The command hit Sunghoon's ears exactly as Ni-ki bit down hard on his lower lip. Using the sharp sting of pain as a distraction, Heeseung shoved his hips forward.

Sunghoon tore his mouth away from Ni-ki with a blood-curdling scream. The stretch blinded him, flashing white behind his eyelids. It felt like his pelvis was splitting in half. Heeseung’s thick cock forced its way through the tight ring of muscle, sliding inch by agonizing inch alongside Jay’s rigid shaft. The slick walls of his entrance burned, a sharp, searing friction that melted into a suffocating, impossible fullness once the thickest part of Heeseung's head popped past the threshold.

"Ahhhhh! STOP! FUCK, IT HURTS! PLEASE!" Sunghoon sobbed, his mind fracturing into white noise. His nails dug deep into Ni-ki’s bare shoulders, carving bloody half-moon indents into the skin.

"I've got you," Ni-ki whispered, his voice rough. He kissed away the tears streaming down Sunghoon’s cheeks, his hands running soothingly through Sunghoon’s sweat-damp hair. "I know, I know it's a lot. Just breathe. You're taking it so beautifully."

"Good boy," Heeseung praised, his voice a strained, ragged growl as his hips finally met Sunghoon's ass. He was buried to the hilt alongside Jay.

The geometry of it was obscene. Sunghoon hung suspended between two heaving bodies, his overstretched pussy accommodating a frankly impossible amount of flesh. He was a trembling, whimpering bridge between them, stuffed so full his stomach muscles cramped.

Jay threw his head back against the pillows, a guttural groan ripping from his throat. "Fuck, Hee... you're so tight against me in there."

"He's clamped down on both of us," Heeseung grunted. Heeseung refused to stay upright. He leaned forward, crushing his bare chest flat against Sunghoon’s sweating back to trap him.

Heeseung reached both hands around Sunghoon’s ribcage, his long fingers tangling in the fabric of Jay’s unbuttoned shirt. With a violent tug, Heeseung hauled Jay upward, dragging the younger top off the pillows until their faces were inches apart. Sunghoon was pinned immobile between their crushing chests.

Sunghoon gasped, his eyes widening as Heeseung bypassed him. Heeseung smashed his mouth against Jay’s in a sloppy, wet collision of teeth and tongues.

It was a disorienting, claustrophobic heat. Sunghoon felt the violent vibrations of their groans passing through his own ribs. The wet, smacking sounds of Jay and Heeseung’s tongues tangling echoed right by his ear. The two tops devoured each other, their hands gripping each other's shoulders, seeking purchase while their cocks remained buried side-by-side inside Sunghoon’s throbbing core.

"Mmph... fuck," Jay tore his mouth away. A thick string of saliva snapped between his bruised lips and Heeseung’s. Jay looked flushed, a feral, unhinged lust darkening his eyes as he stared down the older man. "Start moving. We're gonna rip him apart."

Heeseung smirked, an arrogant, dark expression that made Sunghoon’s heart skip a beat. "Together."

They started to thrust. It wasn't a frantic sprint; it was a slow, coordinated torture. Jay ground his hips upward, dragging his thick head against Sunghoon’s cervix, just as Heeseung pulled back. Then, Heeseung slammed his pelvis deep right as Jay retreated. The alternating friction created a relentless see-saw of burning ache and blinding pleasure.

Squish. Slop. Shhhlk.

"Oh my god... oh my god, I can't..." Sunghoon babbled, his head rolling on the mattress. He was stripped of all control. The internal friction of their cocks grinding against each other, using his slick walls as a buffer, generated a blistering heat that threatened to melt his brain.

"Open your mouth, Sunghoon," Ni-ki commanded.

Sunghoon looked up through blurry eyes. Ni-ki had shifted, rising onto his knees at the head of the bed. He stroked his own heavy, leaking cock, his dark gaze locked on Sunghoon’s tear-streaked face.

"You're being so good for them," Ni-ki murmured, his thumb catching a drop of pre-come and smearing it over his own slit. "But your mouth is empty. Come here."

Sunghoon didn't even think. He leaned forward, desperate for the connection, desperate for the grounding sensation of Ni-ki’s touch. He opened his mouth wide as Ni-ki thrust his hips forward, sliding his heavy cock straight down Sunghoon’s throat.

The chaos of the room shattered the last of Sunghoon's sanity.

He was double-penetrated, his pussy throbbing around the impossible girth as Jay and Heeseung established a brutal, rhythmic crossfire. Heeseung’s hands roamed without restraint—gripping Sunghoon’s waist, reaching around to twist Sunghoon’s sensitive nipples, and dipping low to stroke the sweaty base of Jay’s cock right where it disappeared into Sunghoon’s slick slit.

Jay let out a harsh, guttural sound at the touch, his hips snapping upward with renewed violence. Seeking an outlet, Jay reached a hand up, threading his sweaty fingers deep into Ni-ki’s hair just as Ni-ki shoved his hips forward to face-fuck Sunghoon.

"Fuck his throat, Ni-ki," Jay encouraged, his voice a raw rasp. Jay hauled Ni-ki downward, his other hand locking onto the back of the youngest's neck.

Ni-ki didn't hesitate. With his cock buried to the root in Sunghoon’s throat, Ni-ki leaned sideways and crashed his lips against Jay’s.

It was a degenerate, filthy tangle of limbs and spit. Sunghoon gagged around the invading flesh, his tears hot against his cheeks as he watched his best friend and his ex make out above him. Jay’s tongue shoved past Ni-ki’s teeth, their hands gripping each other’s sweaty shoulders in a battle for dominance.

Heeseung, refusing to be sidelined, dragged his open mouth up Sunghoon’s slick neck. He bit a harsh, blooming purple bruise into the juncture of Sunghoon's shoulder, then reached a hand out to cup Ni-ki’s heavy balls, squeezing them with a punishing grip.

Ni-ki broke the kiss with Jay, a startled gasp tearing from his throat. His cock twitched and swelled noticeably inside Sunghoon’s mouth. "Fuck, Heeseung... right there."

"You like that?" Heeseung purred. His thumb brushed over the sensitive skin of Ni-ki’s sac just as he slammed his pelvis forward, driving his cock deep into Sunghoon’s pussy to grind hard against Jay’s shaft.

"Ah! Mmmmmph!" Sunghoon choked, his spine locking as a full-body convulsion hit him. The sensory overload shattered him. He was nothing but a vessel, used and passed around—the warm, pulsing center of their fluid, suffocating desire.

They maintained the punishing see-saw rhythm until time lost all meaning. Sunghoon’s jaw ached, his pussy felt raw and hollowed out, but the pleasure compounded into a suffocating, cresting wave.

Without warning, Heeseung yanked his cock out. The wet pop echoed in the room.

Sunghoon collapsed forward onto Jay’s chest with a strangled cry. The abrupt absence of Heeseung’s mass made Sunghoon's overstretched muscles cramp, a sharp, aching void left behind.

"Switch," Heeseung ordered, his chest heaving as he stood up beside the bed, slick with sweat.

Jay didn't waste a second. He grabbed Sunghoon by the hips and flipped him. Sunghoon hit the mattress face down, his ass bare and flushed a bright, stinging red in the dim light. Before Sunghoon could catch his breath, Jay knelt behind him, hooking his hands under Sunghoon's waist to hike his hips high into the air.

"Get over here, Heeseung," Jay commanded, his voice thick with dominant authority.

Heeseung stepped up to the side of the bed, right in front of Sunghoon’s face. Sunghoon was on his hands and knees, his face buried in the messy sheets.

"Suck me," Heeseung ordered, dragging his thick, glistening cock over Sunghoon’s bruised lips.

Sunghoon opened his mouth obediently, taking Heeseung in.

Jay slammed into Sunghoon’s dripping slit from behind, burying himself to the root in one vicious, unbroken thrust.

Sunghoon muffled a scream against Heeseung’s groin, his fingernails snagging the fabric of the mattress. Stripped of the second cock holding him open, Sunghoon's abused muscles snapped tight around Jay, making the ex-boyfriend feel huge. Jay offered zero adjustment time; he locked his hands on Sunghoon's hips and began to pound him with relentless, mechanical fury.

The wet slap of Jay’s thighs hitting Sunghoon’s ass cheeks echoed like gunshots. The sheer force of the impact folded Sunghoon forward with every thrust. Sunghoon’s head bobbed, his mouth sliding up and down Heeseung’s cock driven entirely by the kinetic momentum of Jay’s hips hitting him from behind.

"Fuck, yes. Look at this slut," Jay grunted. He pulled one hand from Sunghoon's waist and cracked it hard against Sunghoon’s ass cheek, the sharp slap leaving a stark red handprint behind. "Blowing Hee while I wreck his pussy."

Ni-ki, energized by the visual, crawled over the tangled sheets. He didn't aim for Sunghoon. He aimed for Jay.

Ni-ki knelt flush against Jay’s thrusting hips, his palms sliding over the older man's sweat-slicked back. Ni-ki leaned in, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the side of Jay’s neck. His tongue dragged a hot path over the skin, tasting the salt and sweat over Jay’s racing pulse.

Jay groaned, his hips stuttering for a fraction of a second. Ni-ki’s hand slid around to the front, catching Jay’s heavy balls as they swung with every brutal hit against Sunghoon’s ass. Ni-ki cupped them, his thumb applying a firm, agonizingly good pressure that made Jay curse into the heavy air.

"Keep fucking him, Jay," Ni-ki whispered into Jay’s ear, his tongue tracing the shell of cartilage. "Fuck his tight little pussy. You look so hot doing it."

Jay grabbed the back of Ni-ki’s neck, his fingers tangling roughly in the younger man's hair, and pulled him into a brutal, sideways kiss. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a collision. They practically ate each other’s mouths, completely uncaring of how aggressive it was. Jay’s tongue forced its way past Ni-ki’s teeth, tasting the metallic tang of sweat and the heavy musk of their shared arousal. Ni-ki kissed back just as fiercely, his hand coming up to grip Jay's jaw, their teeth clashing in a messy battle for dominance. Through it all, Jay’s hips never stuttered. He was still driving with punishing, relentless force into Sunghoon, letting out low, guttural moans into Ni-ki's mouth with every deep thrust.

Sunghoon was trapped in his own little world of overwhelming sensation. Heeseung was completely ruthless, his hands tangled tight in Sunghoon’s hair, fucking Sunghoon’s mouth with the exact same brutal rhythm Jay was using on his pussy. Sunghoon couldn't breathe. He was choking on Heeseung, his tears mixing with the slick coating Heeseung’s shaft.

Then, Heeseung let go of Sunghoon’s hair.

Heeseung reached across the bed, his large hand grabbing the back of Ni-ki’s head, his long fingers digging into the scalp as he violently pulled Ni-ki away from Jay’s mouth. A thick string of saliva snapped between Jay and Ni-ki's parted lips.

"My turn," Heeseung growled, his dark eyes flashing with a possessive, heavy heat as he looked down at Ni-ki. "You're getting too distracted."

Heeseung didn't kiss Ni-ki. Instead, he shoved Ni-ki down toward his own groin, his grip on Ni-ki's neck absolute and commanding. Sunghoon watched, completely mesmerized through his tears, as Ni-ki didn't even hesitate. He immediately opened his mouth and replaced Sunghoon, taking Heeseung’s massive cock deep into his throat in one smooth, practiced motion.

Ni-ki let out a muffled, appreciative hum around the thick flesh, his hands coming up to grip Heeseung's thighs. Heeseung arched his back, a dark groan rumbling in his chest as he immediately began to thrust his hips forward, using Ni-ki's mouth with the exact same devastating rhythm he had just used on Sunghoon.

Sunghoon gasped for air, his lungs burning, shivering at the sight of his best friend expertly taking his crush's cock. But he wasn't allowed a break.

Heeseung grabbed Sunghoon by the back of the neck, his thumb pressing down hard on Sunghoon's nape, and forced his face down toward Jay’s thrusting hips.

"Lick them," Heeseung commanded, his voice tight with the pleasure of Ni-ki's mouth on him. "Take care of him while he ruins you."

Sunghoon didn't hesitate. He thrust his tongue out, finding the heavy, sweat-slicked skin of Jay’s swinging balls. He licked and sucked them hungrily, swirling his tongue right over the sensitive skin while Jay absolutely destroyed his pussy from behind. The taste of Jay’s musk, the violent slapping sounds of Jay's thighs against his ass, the sight of Ni-ki expertly bobbing his head on Heeseung’s cock right in front of him—it was an absolute overload.

Jay looked down, his eyes dark and blown out as he watched Sunghoon servicing him. "Fuck, yes," Jay hissed. He reached a hand forward, his fingers threading into Ni-ki's hair right alongside Heeseung's grip. Jay tugged sharply on Ni-ki's locks, forcing the younger man to look up from Heeseung's groin for a split second. "Look at what a good little slut he is for us, Ni-ki. Look at him taking it."

Ni-ki hummed a filthy agreement around Heeseung's shaft, his eyes dark and dilated as he locked gazes with Jay. The shared, degenerate energy between the three tops was suffocating. Heeseung thrust deep into Ni-ki's throat, forcing a gag, and then used his free hand to reach down and roughly squeeze Jay's chest, his thumb dragging hard over Jay's hardened nipple.

Jay arched his back at the touch, a harsh curse tearing from his lips, his hips snapping forward into Sunghoon with terrifying force.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Jay!" Sunghoon wailed, his inner walls clamping down hard around Jay’s cock. "I'm gonna—I'm close! Please, fuck! Jay!"

"You're not coming yet!" Jay roared, his hand abandoning Ni-ki's hair to reach around and viciously pinch Sunghoon’s clit, stopping the orgasm dead in its tracks.

Sunghoon let out a tortured shriek, his entire body convulsing with frustrated agony.

"Get out, Jay," Ni-ki suddenly spoke, pulling off Heeseung’s cock with a wet smack, his lips glistening with Heeseung's pre-come. Ni-ki’s eyes were completely feral, his patience entirely evaporated. "I want him. I want to fuck him right now."

Jay didn't argue. He was breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his chin onto Sunghoon's trembling back. He pulled out of Sunghoon’s pussy with a loud, wet schlorp, leaving Sunghoon whining and writhing on the bed.

Ni-ki practically dove onto Sunghoon. He didn't even bother pulling Sunghoon’s hips up. He just pressed Sunghoon completely flat against the mattress, spread his legs wide, and buried his heavy, incredibly thick cock into Sunghoon’s slick, gaping entrance in one terrifyingly smooth motion.

Sunghoon screamed, a broken, euphoric sound. Ni-ki was completely different from Jay or Heeseung. There was a desperate, unhinged energy to the way Ni-ki moved. He didn't pace himself. He started fucking Sunghoon with the speed and force of a jackhammer.

"Fuck! God, Ni-ki!" Sunghoon sobbed, completely overwhelmed by the rapid-fire assault. Ni-ki was hitting spots Jay hadn't even reached, grinding his pubic bone directly against Sunghoon’s bruised clit with every single thrust.

Sunghoon reached back blindly, his hand finding Ni-ki’s thigh. He squeezed tight, his fingers digging in, silently seeking that tiny bit of grounding. Ni-ki seemed to understand perfectly. Ni-ki leaned down, completely flattening his body over Sunghoon’s back, and buried his face in the crook of Sunghoon’s neck, biting down hard while he ruthlessly pounded his best friend’s pussy.

While Ni-ki took Sunghoon apart, Jay and Heeseung didn't stop. The dynamic instantly shifted.

Jay crawled over the messy sheets, completely unabashed, and knelt right in front of Heeseung. Heeseung looked down at him, an arrogant, dark smirk playing on his lips. Jay, usually so aggressive and territorial, looked up at Heeseung with complete submission. Without a word, Jay opened his mouth and immediately took Heeseung in, giving him deep, wet, expert head.

The slapping sounds of Ni-ki destroying Sunghoon were accompanied by the wet, slurping noises of Jay servicing Heeseung. Jay's hands gripped Heeseung's ass tightly, holding the older man in place as he swallowed him down to the hilt, his throat working rhythmically.

Heeseung groaned, his head falling back, his hands tangling deeply in Jay’s hair. "Fuck, Jay... that's it. Keep your tongue flat. Swallow it all."

Ni-ki didn't want to be left out of the visual. Still burying his cock deep into Sunghoon with rapid, bruising thrusts, Ni-ki reached a hand up. He grabbed Jay by the shoulder, hauling him back just an inch off Heeseung's cock.

"Share," Ni-ki demanded hoarsely.

Jay turned his head, his lips completely slick with Heeseung's taste, and leaned down. He crashed his mouth against Ni-ki's, transferring the slick taste of Heeseung directly onto Ni-ki's tongue. They made out sloppily, a completely degenerate, three-way exchange of spit and dominance while Sunghoon was sandwiched beneath them. Heeseung reached out, his hand wrapping around the base of Jay's fully erect cock, stroking him with harsh, firm pulls while Jay made out with Ni-ki.

Sunghoon was delirious. He was being pounded into the mattress by Ni-ki, completely flattened and dominated. He could see Jay pulling back from Ni-ki's mouth only to immediately stretch his lips back around Heeseung’s dark, veiny cock right in his field of vision. The sight of Jay so eagerly submitting to Heeseung, combined with the frantic, jackhammer pace of Ni-ki inside his pussy, pushed Sunghoon right to the absolute limit.

"Ni-ki... Ni-ki, please!" Sunghoon babbled, his hips bucking back to meet every brutal thrust. "I can't—I'm gonna—"

"Come for me," Ni-ki growled right into Sunghoon’s ear, his voice completely wrecked. Ni-ki tore his eyes away from Jay and Heeseung, focusing entirely on the shivering mess beneath him. He reached his hand under Sunghoon’s stomach and found his swollen clit, rubbing it frantically. "Come on my dick, Sunghoon. Be a good slut and milk me."

"Ahhhhhhh! FUCK!"

Sunghoon completely shattered. The orgasm ripped through him with the force of an earthquake. His entire body went rigidly stiff, his back bowing off the mattress as his pussy clamped down around Ni-ki with bone-crushing force. He screamed, completely losing his voice, tears pouring from his eyes as wave after blinding wave of pleasure crashed over him.

Ni-ki couldn't hold back. The sensation of Sunghoon milking his cock with such violent force snapped his control entirely.

"FUCK!" Ni-ki roared, his hips locking tight against Sunghoon’s ass. Ni-ki unloaded deep inside Sunghoon’s pussy, hot, thick ropes of come shooting against Sunghoon’s cervix, filling him to the absolute brim.

Right at the exact same moment, Heeseung threw his head back with a loud, guttural shout. The harsh friction of Jay's throat combined with the sight of Ni-ki breeding Sunghoon sent him over the edge. He grabbed Jay by the hair, holding him firmly in place as he erupted violently, completely filling Jay’s mouth with his thick, salty release.

Jay swallowed loudly, his throat bobbing as he took every single drop of Heeseung’s come down his throat. But Jay wasn't done. Jay pulled off Heeseung’s softening cock with a wet pop, his own cock completely rigid, dripping with desperate need from Heeseung's handjob.

Jay scrambled over the messy bed, his eyes locked on Sunghoon. Ni-ki was still buried deep inside Sunghoon, both of them breathing heavily, completely spent.

"Don't move," Jay commanded hoarsely, his chest heaving.

Jay straddled Sunghoon’s head. Without warning, Jay shoved his cock directly into Sunghoon’s mouth. Sunghoon, still completely paralyzed by his own intense orgasm and gasping for air, could do nothing but open wide and take him.

Jay fucked his mouth brutally for ten agonizing seconds, his hips snapping rapidly, seeking his own release. Heeseung reached down, his hand finding Jay's hip, guiding the frantic rhythm until with a loud, animalistic groan, Jay pulled out right at the last second.

Jay painted Sunghoon’s face. Thick, hot strings of come splattered across Sunghoon’s cheeks, his closed eyelids, and completely coated his bruised, swollen lips.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the ragged, desperate panting of four exhausted men.

Ni-ki finally pulled out with a wet, sickening schlorp. A massive, messy puddle of Ni-ki’s come, mixed with Sunghoon’s endless slick, immediately spilled out of the gaping hole and pooled onto the ruined sheets.

Sunghoon lay completely limp, face down, covered in sweat, bruises, and Jay’s semen. He was entirely, utterly destroyed.

Heeseung collapsed onto the edge of the bed, wiping a stray drop of sweat from his chin, his dark eyes looking over the absolute devastation they had caused. Jay lay back against the pillows, completely drained, wiping the remnants of Heeseung's release from his own chin.

Ni-ki didn't move away. He shifted slightly, lying down right next to Sunghoon’s ruined body. Ni-ki reached out, pulling Sunghoon’s messy, come-streaked face gently against his own chest.

Sunghoon practically melted into the embrace, burying his nose against Ni-ki’s sweaty collarbone, finding that tiny, subtle comfort once again in the absolute wreckage.

"Well," Heeseung chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through the heavy air as he looked at the tangled, completely debauched pile they had become. "I think the dare is officially over."

Ni-ki’s hand lazily stroked up and down the curve of Sunghoon’s spine, the touch possessive but remarkably gentle compared to the absolute devastation he had inflicted over the past hour. Slowly, Ni-ki leaned down, his lips brushing the delicate shell of Sunghoon’s ear.

"You took all of us perfectly," Ni-ki whispered, his voice a low, raspy hum that vibrated directly into Sunghoon's skin. "But next time... I'm keeping you all to myself. Solo. I want to hear exactly how loud you get when you don't have to muffle your screams for them."

Sunghoon’s breath hitched, a fresh wave of heat pooling in his hollowed-out stomach at the quiet, intensely selfish promise. Before he could even formulate a response through the fog in his brain, the mattress shifted heavily near his feet.

Heeseung moved from the edge of the bed, stepping over the tangled mess of ruined sheets to kneel beside where Sunghoon was resting. Heeseung’s hand reached out, his long, elegant fingers gently brushing a sweat-dampened lock of hair away from Sunghoon’s completely painted face. The dark, terrifyingly dominant aura from earlier had softened into something dangerously fond and composed.

"Clean up," Heeseung murmured, his thumb tracing the sharp curve of Sunghoon's jawline, carefully avoiding the drying evidence of Jay's release. "And keep your schedule clear for Friday night. I'm taking you to dinner. A real date, just the two of us. I think after the way you just took me, I've earned the right to properly court you now."

Sunghoon blinked up at him, entirely stunned. Heeseung, his untouchable, perfect crush—the man who usually intimidated him into silence in the office elevator—was casually demanding a date while they were all still naked and covered in the visceral evidence of their shared debauchery.

From the other side of the bed, Jay let out a dry, exhausted chuckle. He dragged himself up against the headboard, his hair a wild mess, his dark eyes locking onto Sunghoon with that familiar, heavy weight of unshakeable history.

"A date? You're moving fast, Heeseung," Jay drawled, though there was no real bite to his tone. Jay shifted closer, his large hand reaching out to wrap warmly around Sunghoon’s ankle. His thumb stroked the bruising skin there, the gesture so intimate and deeply ingrained in Sunghoon’s muscle memory that it made his chest ache with a sudden, sharp longing. 

"But don't think you're leaving me behind in all of this, Sunghoon. We know each other way too well to walk away from this. Move back in with me. Let's just stop pretending we aren't meant to be doing this together."

Sunghoon lay there, completely paralyzed by the sheer weight of the three declarations dropping onto him one after the other. He had walked into this bedroom expecting fifteen minutes of torment over a stupid lost dare. He was walking out of it with a formal date with his absolute dream guy, an impossibly filthy proposition from his best friend, and his ex entirely ready to pull him right back into his orbit.

He looked between the three of them—Ni-ki’s dark, feral promise, Heeseung’s commanding affection, and Jay’s unshakeable, territorial loyalty. His body was entirely wrecked, aching and throbbing in ways he hadn't even thought biologically possible, but as he let his heavy head fall back against Ni-ki’s shoulder, a slow, utterly ruined smile spread across his bruised lips.

God, Sunghoon thought to himself, his heart hammering a frantic new rhythm against his ribs as he let his eyes close again. Things are about to get really, really fun.