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The streetlights of Seoul began to glow, casting pale yellow streaks across the upscale streets of Hannam-dong. In that quiet, luxurious atmosphere, Keonho stood huddled against the stone pillar of a lavish apartment complex. He clasped his hands tightly, occasionally blowing on them to chase away the lingering chill of a late spring evening in 2026.
It had all started with a "fateful" morning at the CORTIS dorm. The group was buzzing with energy, preparing for an outdoor reality shoot, when they suddenly received a notification from their manager: "Today's schedule is canceled due to poor weather conditions at the filming location." Their disappointment was quickly replaced by a different kind of excitement when they realized that this weekend was the date for the legendary BTS super-concert —an event where tickets had vanished in less than ten seconds.
"We have to go! We absolutely must go!" the members shouted, their voices echoing through the living room. However, the dilemma was that they had no invitations, and no one was thick-skinned enough to ask the legendary seniors directly. After a heated debate, a hat was brought out. The rule was simple: whoever drew the paper marked with an 'X' would be the "sacrificial lamb" to contact the seniors for tickets.
And the "unlucky star" was none other than Keonho.
He had tried messaging senior Jungkook. He chose Jungkook because the older man was famous for being approachable, warm, and somewhat in tune with the younger generation of idols. However, the message sent early that morning remained stuck at "unread." Perhaps the rehearsal schedule for the concert had consumed all of his time. With no other choice, and under pressure from his group mates, Keonho took a gamble and headed straight to Jungkook’s home, hoping to catch him for a moment to "explain the situation."
Keonho glanced at his phone screen; it was nearly 9:00 PM. He sighed, his legs feeling a bit stiff from standing for so long. He looked at his reflection in the glass door: a young man with somewhat slender shoulders, his small face hidden behind a black mask and a low-pulled baseball cap. He wore an oversized grey hoodie, trying to make himself look as small as possible to avoid drawing attention.
Suddenly, headlights swept past from a distance, and a sleek black luxury car glided to a halt right in front of the parking garage entrance. Keonho’s heart hammered against his ribs as if it wanted to leap out. The car door opened, and a tall figure stepped out from the driver’s seat. Even in the darkness, that aura was unmistakable.
It was Jungkook. He was dressed in simple black athletic gear, yet it accentuated his incredible physique—his vast shoulders and long, toned legs. A few seconds later, the passenger door opened. Another man stepped out, wearing a stylish cream-colored trench coat, his slightly wavy hair falling over his sharp, soulful eyes.
It was senior Taehyung.
Keonho was stunned; he hadn't expected to meet both of them at once. He hurriedly pulled down his mask and bowed a full 90 degrees, his voice trembling:
"I... hello, seniors! I'm Keonho from CORTIS!"
Jungkook, who was busy carrying several bags, paused when he heard the call. He narrowed his eyes, peering into the shadows by the pillar. When he recognized the familiar face of his junior, he couldn't hide his surprise, but his expression quickly softened into a bright smile.
"Oh, is that you, Keonho? Why are you standing out here at this hour? I saw a message from you, but I was so busy practicing I didn't get a chance to reply yet."
Taehyung stood beside him, one hand tucked into his coat pocket, his gaze sweeping over Keonho from head to toe. Taehyung’s gaze always carried an invisible weight; his sophistication and sharp intuition made Keonho feel like a child caught making a mistake.
"How long has this kid been waiting?" Taehyung spoke up, his signature deep, velvet voice resonating in the quiet air. "Look at that, your nose is already red from the cold."
"Uh... I only just arrived a little while ago..." Keonho lied, though in reality, he had been standing there for nearly three hours.
Jungkook stepped closer, placing a large, warm hand on Keonho’s shoulder. The heat from his palm seeped through the fabric of the hoodie, making Keonho feel a bit more grounded.
"Anyway, let's talk inside. If netizens or paparazzi catch a glimpse of us out here, it'll be a headache. This area is private, but nothing is ever 100% certain."
Taehyung nodded in agreement. He stepped forward, using his long, slender fingers to remove Keonho’s cap and smooth back his ruffled hair in a natural motion. "Go on in. I’ll make some warm tea for you to drink. You look like you’re about to freeze solid."
The three figures quickly moved into the elevator lobby. Keonho walked between the two legendary seniors, feeling incredibly small between the two "walls" of muscle and charisma. Jungkook was towering, his thick chest and toned arms visible beneath his t-shirt as he lifted the heavy bags. Meanwhile, Taehyung walking beside him possessed an ethereal beauty that was also commanding—every step exuded the elegance of royalty.
As the elevator doors slid shut, Keonho still couldn't believe he was about to enter senior Jungkook’s most private space. He wondered to himself: was asking for concert tickets really the only purpose of this evening, especially as the atmosphere between the two older men and himself began to turn inexplicably strange?
"I'm sorry for bothering you during your rest time..." Keonho murmured softly.
Jungkook chuckled, his hand still on the boy's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as if to reassure him. "It’s no bother. We just got back ourselves. By the way, you’re here for concert tickets, right? I bet the rest of CORTIS is 'digging' into you to get them, aren't they?"
Keonho blushed, nodding vigorously. Taehyung watched him through the elevator mirror, the corner of his lips curling into a mysterious, meaningful smile. "Tickets aren't a problem. The real question is... how do you plan to 'repay' us, Keonho-ssi?"
The elevator stopped with a soft *ting*, signaling their arrival. A completely different world—private and full of secrets—waited for Keonho behind the doors of that penthouse.
The penthouse door closed, leaving the noise and the chill of Seoul far behind. The interior space was immediately filled with the subtle, luxurious scent of sandalwood essential oil. Keonho stood awkwardly in the middle of the vast living room, his feet not yet daring to fully step onto the thick sheepskin rug.
Taehyung tossed his trench coat onto the arm of a chair, turning to look at Jungkook with an expression of exhaustion that couldn't hide his permanent charm. He slightly loosened his tie, his deep voice resonating:
"I’m going to shower first. Wearing tons of makeup all day has made my face feel so itchy. Jungkook-ah, entertain our guest."
Jungkook merely hummed in response; he didn't even bother to answer as he threw himself onto the long, high-end cowhide sofa. His entire body collapsed into the soft cushions, one arm draped across his forehead, revealing toned biceps and artistic tattoos stretching from his wrist to his shoulder blade. He let out a long, heavy sigh, appearing as though every ounce of his vitality had been wrung out in the practice room.
Keonho crept closer, sitting timidly on the edge of the single sofa opposite. He observed the senior he had always admired. Even in a state of exhaustion, Jungkook exuded an intense masculine magnetism. His thin athletic shirt clung to his back, clearly defining the broad lats and the deep groove of his spine.
"Senior... are you very tired?" Keonho asked softly, his eyes worriedly fixed on the sprawling figure.
Jungkook cracked one eye open, looking at the junior idol sitting curled up. He let out a raspy chuckle: "Yeah, with the concert coming up, the practice intensity has been a bit overkill. My whole body feels like it’s falling apart in pieces."
Looking at Jungkook's broad shoulders shivering slightly from fatigue, an idea suddenly sparked in Keonho's mind. He stood up, approaching the edge of the sofa where Jungkook lay.
"If... if you don't mind, could I give you a massage? At the dorm, I often help my group members; they say my hands have a fair amount of strength..."
Jungkook looked a bit surprised. He rolled over, eyeing Keonho with a probing yet amused gaze. "You want to give me a massage? Your hands will get tired; my muscles are as hard as rock."
"I can do it, senior. Just trust me." Keonho insisted, his small face showing a look of serious determination.
Jungkook smirked, a smile that made Keonho's heart skip a beat. "Alright then, I’ll trouble you. Give me a second."
Jungkook sat up and pulled off his t-shirt, completely exposing his massive upper body. Keonho held his breath. Under the warm yellow light of the living room, Jungkook’s physique appeared like a perfectly carved statue. Thick chest muscles, rock-solid six-pack abs, and glowing honey-toned skin. He lay face down on the sofa, pressing his face into a pillow, his broad shoulders opening up to occupy almost the entire width of the large couch.
"Go ahead, Keonho-ssi," Jungkook's voice was muffled by the pillow.
Keonho knelt beside the sofa, his hands trembling slightly as he touched the hot, bare skin of his senior for the first time. As soon as his palms landed on Jungkook's shoulder blades, a powerful wave of heat surged through. His muscles were truly thick and firm.
Keonho began using his thumbs to press firmly into the trapezius muscles. He could feel the tension in the muscle bundles beneath the skin. Jungkook let out a low groan in his throat, a deep sound that suddenly made the air feel heavy and thick.
"Mm... good pressure, kid. Right there..."
Encouraged by the praise, Keonho began to channel strength from his arms into his hands. He moved rhythmically from the shoulders down along both sides of the spine. Every movement was meticulous; he used the base of his palms to circle over large muscle groups, then used his fingertips to press deep into the intercostal spaces.
Under Keonho’s touch, Jungkook’s body gradually relaxed. Those massive lats vibrated slightly whenever Keonho pressed down. He saw tiny beads of sweat beginning to break out on Jungkook's back, making his skin look even glossier under the lights. Keonho’s hand accidentally brushed past Jungkook's lower back, where two small dimples were clearly visible whenever he moved—a lethally charming detail.
"Keonho-ah... where did you learn this?" Jungkook asked, his voice now sounding dazed, full of enjoyment.
"Oh, I just figured it out myself. Seeing the older guys in the group tired, I wanted to help..." Keonho said while moving his hands to the lower back, applying more pressure.
Jungkook suddenly gripped the edge of the sofa, his fingertips tightening. "That spot... a little harder... yeah... that’s perfect."
Keonho felt his face burning hot. He was so close to him, close enough to smell the masculine scent mixed with a hint of Jungkook’s sweat—an incredibly addictive aroma. His eyes didn't leave the movement of the muscles under his hands. Every time he squeezed the shoulder area hard, Jungkook shifted slightly, causing his firm glutes to rub against the fabric of his athletic pants, creating a highly sensual scene.
The room was so quiet that only Keonho’s heavy breathing and Jungkook’s groans of pleasure could be heard. Keonho’s hands were beginning to tire, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted to touch him longer, to feel more clearly the latent power inside this magnificent body.
Suddenly, Jungkook turned his head slightly, looking sideways at Keonho. His eyes were covered in a hazy mist of satisfaction as he whispered:
"Thank you, Keonho. I feel much better... But it seems... you're heating up too, aren't you?"
Keonho started, his hands freezing on Jungkook's back. He looked into Jungkook's eyes—a gaze full of hidden meaning and a danger he had never seen before. His heart hammered wildly. The atmosphere in the luxurious penthouse suddenly became more mysterious and dramatic than ever, while the sound of running water from Taehyung’s shower continued steadily like a driving rhythm.
Jungkook’s gaze at that moment was no longer the simple fatigue of someone who had just left the practice room. It burned with a deep, primal possessiveness that made Keonho feel as though the breath was catching in his chest. Before he could even steady his mind to answer the older man's suggestive question, Jungkook moved with sudden, decisive grace.
With a single, powerful motion, he flipped his massive physique over on the leather sofa. Keonho instinctively flinched back, but his eyes could not look away from the scene before him. Lying on his back, the full majesty of Jungkook’s body was displayed perfectly under the ceiling lights. His chest muscles were thick and expansive, with small peaks standing firm due to the chill of the air conditioning and a latent sense of arousal. His six-pack abs were as rigid as carved timber, anchored to his pelvis with sharp veins tracing a path down toward the low-slung waistband of his athletic pants.
"Keonho-ah... sit here," Jungkook commanded. His voice dropped an octave, masculine and carrying an invitation that was impossible to refuse. He gestured with his eyes toward the space on his thighs.
"Senior... I... is this appropriate?" Keonho stammered, his ears turning so red they looked ready to bleed.
Jungkook smirked, reaching out a tattooed arm to grab Keonho’s slender wrist, giving it a gentle tug. "Whether it's appropriate or not is for me to decide. Sit here and help me apply the massage oil to my chest. It’s incredibly tight and sore."
Hypnotized, Keonho slowly climbed onto the sofa, spreading his legs to sit straddled directly over Jungkook’s thighs. The heat from those rock-solid quads seeped through the fabric of Keonho’s hoodie, sending a bolt of electricity up his spine. He could feel Jungkook’s sheer bulk beneath him—a commanding, powerful presence.
Jungkook reached for the bottle of lavender-scented massage oil on the coffee table, popped the cap, and poured a generous amount of the fragrant liquid into Keonho’s palms. The cool oil was a stark contrast to Keonho’s burning hands.
"Begin," Jungkook said, lying back with his hands tucked behind his head, exposing his toned armpits and the vast expanse of his chest.
Keonho took a deep breath to reclaim his composure. He pressed both oil-slicked palms onto Jungkook’s chest. Immediately, a slippery, warm sensation took over. He began using his fingertips to circle over the massive pectoral muscles. Jungkook’s skin was smooth, but beneath it lay a layer of muscle that was unbelievably thick. Keonho stroked from the sternum outward to the shoulders, each pass leaving a glossy trail of oil that made Jungkook's body look like a polished bronze statue.
"Mm... that’s it, use a little more pressure," Jungkook groaned softly, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down suggestively.
Keonho applied more force, using his whole hand to knead the left pectoral, where Jungkook’s heart was drumming powerfully underneath. He could feel the beat—rapid and full of life. Keonho’s thumb accidentally brushed over a nipple, causing Jungkook to start slightly; his abs contracted sharply, defining every rugged line of his core.
"You’re doing great, Keonho. Your hands are small, but your technique is no joke," Jungkook remarked, his eyes now squeezed shut, savoring the junior’s care.
The longer he massaged, the more Keonho found himself entranced by Jungkook’s beauty. He leaned lower, his breath fanning over the older man's heated skin. He used the heels of his palms to press deep into the lats, then moved down toward the ribs. Every movement drew a deep, gutteral moan from Jungkook. The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became thick and heavy with unspoken tension. Keonho felt as though he were sitting on a volcano about to erupt, especially as the hardness beneath his thighs became increasingly undeniable.
"Senior... do you feel any better?" Keonho asked, his voice trembling, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and hidden longing.
Jungkook didn't answer with words. He unexpectedly reached down, placing his hands on Keonho’s hips and pressing down firmly, forcing the younger boy's body flush against his own. He opened his eyes, looking directly at Keonho with a smile that was both warm and dangerous. "There are still many sore spots... you’ll need to be more patient."
Just as the tension between them reached its peak, the sound of running water from the bathroom abruptly stopped. A few seconds later, the bathroom door swung open, releasing a cloud of warm steam and the fresh scent of body wash.
**Taehyung** stepped out.
Both Jungkook and Keonho froze, turning their heads toward the hallway. Keonho nearly fell off Jungkook in shock. Taehyung stood there, damp hair clinging to his forehead, droplets of water still glistening on his broad shoulders and toned chest before trailing down his flat stomach.
Crucially, he was wearing nothing but a single white towel wrapped loosely around his waist. It sat low, exposing a lethal V-line and his long, athletic legs. Taehyung’s noble aura, combined with the raw sensuality of being fresh from the shower, created a breathtaking sight.
Taehyung calmly used a smaller towel to dry his hair, his gaze drifting over the scene of Keonho straddling Jungkook, hands still glossy with oil resting on his friend's chest. He didn't seem surprised at all; on the contrary, a mysterious, knowing smile appeared on his "golden ratio" face.
"Oh... it seems I’ve missed quite an interesting performance," Taehyung spoke, his deep, velvet voice echoing through the room with an invisible provocation.
Keonho was paralyzed, his oil-slicked hands trembling on Jungkook’s chest. He felt like a sinner caught red-handed, yet Taehyung’s semi-nude presence was like fresh fuel added to the smoldering fire in his heart.
The vast living room of the penthouse was already stifling with the scent of essential oils and the heat from Jungkook’s body, but it became even thicker as Taehyung stepped closer. Each of his bare footsteps thudded softly on the shag rug, carrying a quiet, commanding authority. The towel wrapped precariously around Taehyung’s hips seemed ready to slip at any moment with every movement of his long legs, revealing firm thigh muscles and glistening droplets of water that shimmered under the lights.
Taehyung didn't sit down immediately. He stood tall before the pair on the sofa, his eyes sharp like a snow fox as he intently observed Keonho. He tilted his head, wet strands of hair dripping onto his broad shoulders, his voice deep and carrying an undisguised amusement:
"Hey, Jungkook-ah, do you see it? The internet actually gets things... very accurate sometimes."
Jungkook remained lying on his back, hands tucked behind his neck, his chest still glossy with the massage oil Keonho had just applied. He raised an eyebrow, smiling as he asked: "What are you talking about?"
Taehyung stepped even closer, using a long, slender finger to lift Keonho’s chin, forcing him to look directly into his deep eyes. Keonho felt his breath catch. Taehyung’s face at this distance was a powerful assault on the senses.
"They say that if the two of us had a child, he would look exactly like Keonho." Taehyung chuckled softly, a mesmerizing half-smile. "Look at these round eyes and this small nose—very much like you. But this elegant aura and jawline... clearly inherited from me."
Keonho’s face exploded in a harsh shade of red. He was so embarrassed he felt like melting on the spot, his oil-slicked hands nervously clutching the hem of his hoodie. "Senior... please don't tease me like that..."
"Teasing?" Taehyung sat down right next to Keonho, sandwiching him between himself and Jungkook. His bare arm, cool from the shower's moisture, draped over Keonho’s shoulder, pulling him close to the broad chest that still carried the scent of body wash. "Do we look like we're teasing?"
Jungkook sat up at this point, his rich masculine breath surrounding Keonho from the other side. He looked at Taehyung, then at Keonho, his gaze suddenly turning playful: "If he’s that much like a son, then shouldn't we use the proper titles?"
Taehyung lowered his head, his breath fanning over Keonho’s burning ear. His voice dropped to a register that vibrated through the air: "Come on, let me hear you say 'Papa,' Keonho-ssi."
Keonho was stunned. He looked to Jungkook for help but only received an encouraging nod. The blend of tension and excitement made his mind go hazy. In this private space, under the pressure of the two greatest idols, all of Keonho’s rational barriers began to crumble.
"Pa... Papa..." Keonho murmured, the sound as tiny as a whisper.
"Good boy." Taehyung smiled with satisfaction, his hand lightly squeezing the boy's slender shoulder. "Since you're a good son, you should show some affection. Give Papa a kiss on the cheek."
Keonho bit his lip, his heart hammering like a war drum. He told himself this was just a joke between seniors, a form of payment for the concert tickets he so desperately wanted. He slowly leaned toward Taehyung, eyes squeezed shut, intending only to brush his lips lightly against the older man’s high cheekbone.
However, the moment Keonho’s lips were about to touch skin, Taehyung suddenly turned his face with precise speed. Instead of the cheek, Keonho’s soft, trembling lips crashed directly into Taehyung’s thin, cool mouth.
Keonho’s eyes snapped open, intending to pull back in panic, but Taehyung’s hand quickly gripped the back of his neck, refusing to let him escape. The kiss was just a light touch at first, but it quickly deepened as Taehyung lightly nibbled on the younger boy's lower lip. It was a sweet yet powerful possession.
Sitting beside them, Jungkook witnessed the entire scene with undisguised excitement. He felt the blood in his veins beginning to boil. When Taehyung finally let Keonho go, leaving the boy with swollen red lips and a dazed look, Jungkook spoke up immediately:
"Let's be fair, shall we? He got a kiss on the lips, what about me?"
Jungkook didn't wait for Keonho to answer. His large hand, covered in strong veins, rested on Keonho’s thigh, beginning to stroke it slowly yet suggestively. The thin fabric of the hoodie could not block the heat from his palm. Jungkook pulled Keonho toward him, forcing him to face his rugged, masculine features.
"My turn, son," Jungkook whispered, his eyes darkening, locking onto Keonho’s still-trembling lips.
Keonho had no way out. He closed his eyes and took the initiative to kiss Jungkook. He intended it to be as brief as it was with Taehyung, but Jungkook was not one to be easily satisfied. As soon as their lips touched, Jungkook wrapped his arms around Keonho’s waist, lifting him up so that he was sitting completely in his lap, facing him.
Jungkook’s powerful arms tightened around Keonho’s waist, as if trying to forge the boy into his own body. He wouldn't let him pull away; Jungkook's kiss was far more aggressive than Taehyung's. He devoured his lips, his hot and forceful tongue snaking into Keonho’s mouth, tangling with his tongue and draining all of his oxygen.
Keonho felt his body go completely limp in Jungkook’s arms. He could only cling tightly to the older man's broad shoulders to keep from falling. The sound of their mouths and tongues meeting rang out clearly in the quiet living room. One of Jungkook’s hands never stopped stroking along Keonho’s thighs and hips, while the other pressed the back of his neck firmly into the deep kiss.
Taehyung sat beside them, chin resting on his hand as he watched the scene, his eyes flashing with dangerous and satisfied sparks. He knew that tonight, Keonho’s quest for concert tickets had officially taken a turn that no one could have predicted. The heat from the three bodies blending together promised a long night full of raw desire and secrets that would never be revealed.
Jungkook’s breath became heavy and ragged as he reluctantly pulled away from Keonho’s swollen, glistening lips, leaving a lewd thread of silver connecting the two of them. At this point, Keonho had lost all sense of gravity; his entire body felt limp, his face was drenched in sweat, and his eyes were hazy from a lack of oxygen. But before he could even catch a breath of fresh air, another pair of hands—equally large and steady—slid under his armpits and thighs, hoisting him up from Jungkook’s lap.
Taehyung lifted Keonho in a baby-carry style, pressing the boy's slender frame flush against his bare, steam-kissed chest. Driven by a primal instinct for stability, Keonho hurriedly wrapped his legs tightly around Taehyung’s firm waist, his hands clinging to those broad shoulders to keep his balance. This posture left their lower bodies pressed together without a single gap. Taehyung looked deep into Keonho’s eyes, one hand gripping the boy's hip firmly while the other caressed his flushed face.
"Looking at you like this... I truly feel like I’m looking into a mirror," Taehyung whispered, his voice deep and mesmerizing. "This beauty, the way you tremble... it makes me want to melt, yet destroy you all at the same time."
Without giving Keonho a chance to react, Taehyung pressed his lips against the boy’s. This kiss was different from Jungkook’s explosion; it was seductive, a slow act of reclamation. Taehyung’s tongue snaked inside, entangling with Keonho’s, each suction so deep and skillful that Keonho could only let out stifled, broken moans. The sheer physical contrast between a powerful, towering Taehyung and the delicate Keonho created a dramatic, breathtaking scene.
As the passion intensified, the white towel wrapped loosely around Taehyung’s waist finally surrendered to gravity and his forceful movements. The towel slipped to the floor, completely exposing the idol’s massive lower body. Taehyung’s cock had been erect for a long time—long, veined, and searing like a freshly forged iron rod. Once liberated, it crashed against Keonho’s buttocks and inner thighs. The direct friction of the hot skin made Keonho startle, his body jolting in Taehyung’s arms.
"Ah... Papa... so hot..." Keonho cried out, his voice cracking with a mix of arousal and fear.
Sitting on the sofa below, Jungkook witnessed the scene with burning eyes. He didn't feel left out; on the contrary, the stimulation of watching his close brother possess the junior made him grow even more frantic. Jungkook crawled forward, kneeling between Taehyung’s legs. He stared intently at Taehyung’s "greatness," which was throbbing right in front of his face.
Jungkook reached out to grip the base of Taehyung’s member, feeling the rugged veins and the powerful pulse of the blood within. He began to lick from the base to the tip of the glans, and then, without a moment's hesitation, Jungkook took all of Taehyung’s cock into his warm oral cavity.
"Mm... hah... Jungkook-ah, you’re doing so well..." Taehyung tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down repeatedly as he felt the tight embrace of the youngest member’s mouth.
While Jungkook was busy serving Taehyung below, Taehyung focused his entire attention on Keonho. He pulled the boy's hoodie up past his chest, revealing ivory skin and two small peaks standing firm from the chill of the room and the extreme stimulation. Taehyung lowered his head, using his tongue to swirl around Keonho’s nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.
"Ah! Papa... hurts... be gentle..." Keonho arched his back, his hands clutching Taehyung’s hair.
The sensation of being "cared for" by the two most powerful men in K-pop simultaneously left Keonho’s mind completely blank. On one side was Taehyung’s possessive kiss and the kneading of his chest; on the other was the image of Jungkook frantically pleasuring Taehyung right beneath his own seat. The impact of Taehyung’s cock against Keonho’s sensitive areas every time Jungkook sucked hard caused the pre-cum of all three to begin staining the floor and their clothes.
Taehyung licked Keonho’s nipple while squeezing the boy's buttocks firmly, forcing him to rub harder against his rigid member. "Look, Keonho, you are right between the two of us. Can you feel Jungkook’s greatness in my mouth? Or do you want to feel my hardness driving into you?"
Keonho could only sob, physiological tears streaming down his temples. He felt like a tiny toy being fought over and torn apart by two giants. The heat radiating from the three bodies felt as though the air in the penthouse was about to ignite. Jungkook never ceased his rhythmic suction, picking up the pace and gripping Taehyung’s thighs for leverage, while his eyes occasionally looked up to catch the decadent expression on Keonho’s face above.
Taehyung, his eyes burning with a wild intensity, suddenly shifted his stance. He was no longer holding Keonho in a protective embrace. With the raw strength of a man who trained relentlessly, Taehyung took off Keonho's clothers, flipped Keonho’s body over, hoisting his legs high and letting his head hang toward the floor.
Keonho let out a small, startled cry, his hands scrambling to grip Taehyung’s toned calves for balance. In this inverted position, Keonho’s entire lower body was fully exposed to the two older men. Seeing this, Jungkook stood up from the sofa and stepped closer to assist Taehyung. The two seniors each grabbed one of Keonho’s legs, spreading them wide, forcing his most sensitive and innocent areas to be laid bare under the ceiling lights.
"Look at it... it's trembling," Jungkook whispered, his voice thick with desire. He ran his hand along the inside of Keonho’s thigh, feeling the silk-smooth skin break out in goosebumps from a mix of fear and arousal.
Without a word, Taehyung leaned down, using his hot tongue to lick a long path from the groin up to Keonho’s entrance. Keonho choked back a sob, his body shrinking in this humiliating yet intensely stimulating inverted pose. Immediately after, Jungkook joined in. The two most skilled tongues in the global idol industry took turns tending to their junior’s small opening. They licked, sucked, and even drove their tongues deep inside, creating wet, lewd sounds that echoed throughout the room.
"Ah... Papa... Senior... please don't... it’s... it’s dirty there..." Keonho sobbed, his hair brushing the floor, his face flushed deep red from the blood rushing to his head and the overwhelming shame.
"Shh... be a good boy. This place... it’s actually so sweet and beautiful," Taehyung muttered between licks, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin, making Keonho shudder violently.
While his lower body was being tormented by peak pleasure, Keonho’s head was now positioned right between the legs of Jungkook and Taehyung. Right in front of his eyes were two massive "monsters," erect, aggressive, and threatening. Taehyung’s cock was long and veined, still wet from Jungkook’s saliva earlier; meanwhile, Jungkook’s member was incredibly thick, dark with gorged blood and radiating a searing heat.
"Keonho-ah, don't let your mouth go to waste," Jungkook said as he held the boy's leg, nudging his lower area against Keonho’s face. "Take care of us."
In his inverted state, breathing became difficult for Keonho, but he had no right to refuse. He tremblingly opened his mouth, receiving both massive glans at once. Taking in two such large objects made Keonho’s jaw ache, his lips stretched to a painful limit. He used his tongue to swirl around the two heads that were already leaking pre-cum, trying to provide stimulation for his two seniors.
Taehyung and Jungkook groaned in unison as they felt Keonho’s warm, tight oral cavity enveloping their most sensitive parts. The more excited they became, the tighter they gripped Keonho’s legs, forcing him to accept deeper penetration from below.
"So good... such a good son," Taehyung panted, increasing the pace of his licking at Keonho’s rear while his hips thrust rhythmically into the boy’s mouth.
The impact from both sides caused Keonho to lose all sense of space. He felt as if he were being torn apart by the greatness of these two men. The scent of sweat, oil, saliva, and heavy masculinity overwhelmed him. Keonho tried to swallow both cocks as deep as possible, his muffled moans blocked by the massive flesh.
Jungkook looked down, seeing Keonho’s beautiful face being filled by his and Taehyung’s brutality, and felt a jolt of electricity shoot up his spine. He let go of one of Keonho’s legs, using his large hand to lace through the boy's hair, pressing his head down hard so his member could reach the back of the junior’s throat.
"Mm... mmph..." Keonho’s eyes widened, tears and saliva streaming down, creating a scene of absolute decadence.
Being upside down made every sensation ten times sharper. Keonho could feel every pulse of blood inside his seniors' members and the soft yet powerful exploration of the two tongues deep inside his anus. His entire body was like a toy being bent and molded to the will of those in power.
"I’m about to lose it, Jungkook-ah," Taehyung growled, his thigh muscles tightening as he prepared for a new explosion.
The explosion of pleasure seemed to drain all the oxygen from the penthouse, but the K-pop giants had no intention of stopping. Taehyung and Jungkook simultaneously released Keonho’s legs, letting him fall softly onto the sheepskin rug. Keonho lay there, his body trembling uncontrollably, chest heaving as he gasped for air, his blurry eyes watching the ceiling spin. The blood was still rushed to the junior's flushed face, creating an image of breathtaking decadence.
Taehyung backed away, sitting down leisurely on the leather sofa with his long legs spread wide. He ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back to reveal a high forehead and sharp, contemplative eyes. He stared intently at Keonho—the small creature lying at his feet—and spoke in a deep, husky voice:
"Hey, Jungkook-ah, look... this kid is truly a masterpiece. I'm wondering, how can two men actually 'give birth' to something this adorable and obedient?"
Jungkook burst into a wicked laugh. He didn't answer with words immediately but instead moved toward Taehyung. Under the lights, Jungkook’s physique appeared with rippling muscle groups; the massage oil and sweat made his skin glow as if coated in honey.
"Hyung, did you forget? The way to create a perfect 'crystallization' like this... it’s not just talk."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jungkook turned around and climbed onto Taehyung’s lap. He sat with his back to the older man but facing the same direction as Keonho. Jungkook spread his legs wide, placing his feet on the edge of the sofa for leverage, flaunting his firm lower half and rounded glutes right in front of Taehyung.
"This... is exactly how the two 'Papas' give birth to Keonho."
As he spoke, Jungkook reached behind him, gripping Taehyung’s erect, deep-red cock. He guided it himself, pressing Taehyung’s massive glans against his own entrance. As soon as the penetration began, Jungkook arched his neck back, resting his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, a moan of pure satisfaction escaping his lips. He slowly lowered his hips, swallowing Taehyung’s entire massive length deep into his body.
"Hah... so tight, Jungkook-ah..." Taehyung growled low, his large hands tightening around Jungkook’s waist to help the youngest stabilize his position.
Jungkook began to bounce. Every upward and downward thrust was powerful and decisive, causing his thigh and abdominal muscles to contract artistically. The steady *smack-smack* of clashing flesh rang out, mingling with the heavy, musky breathing of the two most powerful men. Jungkook didn't just bounce straight; he ground his hips slightly so that Taehyung’s member could reach every deepest corner inside him.
"Keonho-ah... come here, son," Jungkook beckoned, his voice breaking with every thrust.
Keonho crawled closer, kneeling between Jungkook’s legs, right at the spot where he could most clearly see the sinful connection between the two seniors. Jungkook’s cock was throbbing violently right before his eyes, leaking clear beads of pre-cum.
"Suck it for Papa... hurry..." Jungkook commanded, his hand lacing through Keonho’s hair, pressing his head between his legs.
Keonho opened his mouth, receiving Jungkook’s brutality. He used his tongue to lick from the base to the tip, then swallowed as deep as he could. The salty taste of sweat and Jungkook’s pungent masculine scent filled his oral cavity. Above, Jungkook continued to bounce relentlessly on Taehyung. Every time Taehyung thrust hard from below, Jungkook moaned and reflexively pushed his penis deeper into Keonho’s mouth, nearly making the boy gag.
"That's it... that's the feeling." Taehyung whispered, leaning down to kiss Jungkook’s broad shoulder while his eyes never left the lewd spectacle below. "The blending of the three of us... this is truly how Keonho was made."
This position made Keonho feel like an inseparable part of the two older men. He sucked frantically for Jungkook, while his ears clearly heard Jungkook’s moans from Taehyung’s penetration. The friction of Jungkook’s hips against Keonho’s face with every downward bounce created a strange, intense pleasure.
Jungkook felt as if he were soaring. On one side was the powerful filling from the brother he respected most, and on the other was the obedient service from his beautiful junior. He increased the pace of his bouncing, his hips slamming against Taehyung’s stomach with a loud, rhythmic sound.
"Taehyung-hyung... harder... I'm about to... hah... I'm about to go!" Jungkook shouted, his hands clutching his own thighs, veins bulging across his arms.
Taehyung couldn't hold back either; he lifted Jungkook slightly to gain momentum and then thrust upward with incredible force. Keonho, caught in the whirlpool below, tried his best to swallow Jungkook whole, using his tongue to swirl deep into the tip to stimulate him to the very end.
Jungkook panted heavily, resting his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, while Keonho remained kneeling, his lips swollen and the corners of his mouth still carrying the pungent aftertaste of his senior. The silence lasted only a few seconds before it was broken by Keonho’s soft sob.
The younger boy looked up at his two "Papas," his eyes clouded with a hazy mist of unsatisfied longing. Keonho crawled forward, using his small hands to touch Jungkook’s firm, muscled thigh, his voice trembling but full of supplication:
"Papa... Jungkook... Taehyung... I want it too... I want to be pampered by you both. I want to feel... that greatness inside of me."
Jungkook looked down, his gaze darkening instantly. Keonho’s initiative was like fresh fuel poured onto smoldering embers. He reached out with his heavily tattooed arms and hoisted Keonho up from the floor. Jungkook sat back against the frame of the sofa, placing Keonho on his lap, facing him.
In this position, Keonho was completely swallowed by Jungkook’s massive frame. His legs were spread wide, wrapped tightly around the older man’s muscular waist. Jungkook used one hand to grip the back of Keonho’s neck while the other reached down to where the boy’s small opening was already leaking pre-cum and the remnants of the saliva from before.
"You want Papa to pamper you? Fine then, good son," Jungkook whispered, his Adam’s apple sliding suggestively.
He gripped his own cock—still erect and searing hot—and rubbed the glans against Keonho’s entrance. The burning sensation made Keonho shiver, his nails digging into Jungkook’s shoulders. Without a moment's warning, Jungkook thrust his hips upward with raw power.
"Ah...!" Keonho screamed, a sound of pain mingled with intense ecstasy.
Jungkook’s entire brutal length pierced through the ring of muscle, driving deep into Keonho’s narrow internal space. The sensation of being filled by such a massive, veined pillar made Keonho feel as if his body were about to be split in two. Jungkook didn't stop; he began to move rhythmically. Every thrust was incredibly deep and heavy, making Keonho’s body bounce with every beat.
"Mm... so good... Keonho-ah, your inside... it’s so hot and tight it’s driving me crazy," Jungkook hissed through gritted teeth, the muscles in his arms rippling as he held Keonho’s hips steady to support the forceful thrusts.
Taehyung, sitting beside them, was by no means a spectator. His eyes tracked every movement, every broken moan from Keonho. He moved closer, using his thin lips to lick the droplets of sweat trailing down Keonho’s neck before moving to the delicate collarbone. Taehyung’s hand slid between their chests, beginning to knead and pull at Keonho’s small peaks with a rough intensity.
The stimulation from both sides caused Keonho to lose all grasp of reality. He could only arch his neck back, receiving Taehyung’s searing kisses and Jungkook’s merciless thrusts. But it seemed this wasn't enough for the greed of those in power.
Taehyung backed away slightly, staring at the point of union between Jungkook and Keonho. The boy's small opening was stretched to a red, taut limit, tightly gripping Jungkook’s dark, engorged penis. Taehyung smirked, a mad and sinful intent clear in his eyes.
"Hey, Jungkook-ah, do you think there’s... still enough room for me here?" Taehyung asked, his voice so deep it vibrated through the air.
Jungkook looked up at him, his breath thick with the scent of lust. He smiled—a provocative, daring grin. "If it's Taehyung-hyung... there’s definitely room. Let’s show our son... what real greatness feels like."
Keonho heard those words and his eyes widened in shock. Before he could react, Taehyung was already kneeling behind him. He used his hands to spread the flesh of Keonho’s buttocks even wider, where they were still clamped tightly around Jungkook’s member.
Taehyung brought his own long, veined cock to the small, remaining gap. He guided it with his hand, slowly pressing the head of his glans inside.
"No... I can't... Papa Taehyung... it will tear... Ah...!" Keonho sobbed, his entire body tensing like a string about to snap.
The sensation of being invaded by two massive objects at once was a torture of pure pleasure. Taehyung didn't hesitate; he channeled his strength and thrust hard. The cocks of the two K-pop legends now lay side-by-side, crowding the interior of Keonho’s small body. They rubbed against each other and against his sensitive walls, creating a terrifying amount of internal pressure.
Jungkook felt the tightness multiply. He growled in pleasure and began to bounce harder. Behind him, Taehyung began to rhythmically thrust his hips in a synchronized tempo. Keonho was caught between two crushing forces of nature; he felt as though his stomach were bulging from the presence of both "Papas."
"Hah... look... we are truly becoming one," Taehyung whispered into Keonho’s ear, his arms reaching around to join Jungkook in kneading the boy's body.
The sound of clashing flesh was no longer just simple smacks; it was a chaotic, wet, and utterly decadent noise. Lubrication, sweat, and semen blended together, making the penetration easier yet even more frantic. Keonho was beyond words; he could only gasp for air with his mouth open, tears streaming down. Every thrust from the two older men made him feel as though he were touching the heaven of sin.
The three bodies were intertwined, fused in a position no one could ever imagine. In that luxurious penthouse, all glamour had vanished, leaving only the rawest instincts and the most brutal possession for the "joint son" named Keonho. Tonight, the lesson in "pampering" from the two great Papas was officially seared into Keonho’s soul—a memory that could never be erased.
The sudden vibration from the phone resting on the coffee table shattered the atmosphere, thick with lust and heavy moans. It was a jarring rhythm amidst the wet slaps of clashing flesh and the musky scent of masculinity. On the screen, the name "CORTIS Group" flashed repeatedly.
Keonho, currently pinned between the two massive frames of Jungkook and Taehyung, jolted in shock. He tried to reach out, his trembling hands searching for a foothold, but his lower half was completely filled by the "monsters" of the two older men, making every movement a grueling task. Every time he shifted, the two searing rods inside rubbed against his sensitive walls, forcing him to arch his back and let out broken, stifled gasps.
"Papa... the... the phone..." Keonho gasped, his voice cracking and fragmented by the relentless thrusts Jungkook delivered from the front.
Jungkook smirked, having no intention of stopping. On the contrary, he gripped Keonho’s hips even tighter, channeling his strength into a thrust that made the boy bounce violently on his lap. "Forget about it, son. Isn't our pampering more important right now?"
However, Taehyung—positioned behind—had a much more deviant idea. With his long reach and a terrifyingly calm demeanor, he leaned over Keonho’s shoulder and snatched the phone. The light from the screen cast a glow over Taehyung’s perfect features, highlighting eyes that burned with a wicked excitement. He glanced at the group call icon and then at Jungkook; the two shared a knowing, silent look.
Before Keonho could realize what was happening, Taehyung pressed the answer button.
"Keonho-ah! Why did it take so long to pick up? Did you meet senior Jungkook? What about the tickets?" The excited voices of the CORTIS members blared through the speaker, echoing around the luxurious living room.
Keonho’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, his breath hitching. A wave of sheer terror and humiliation washed over him as he heard the voices of his teammates while in this position. He tried to speak, but at that exact moment, Taehyung delivered a brutal upward thrust from behind, hitting the deepest sensitive spot inside.
"Ah... hah... mmph..." Keonho could only let out a broken moan before hurriedly covering his mouth with his hand, physiological tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
"Huh? What was that noise? Keonho, where are you? Why do you sound so out of breath?" another member asked, their tone shifting to one of concern.
Taehyung leaned in close to Keonho’s ear, his teeth grazing the boy's flushed lobe, whispering in a voice so deep it vibrated: "Go on, son, answer your brothers. Tell them you're busy... 'receiving' the invitations."
Jungkook, below, began to pick up the pace. He held Keonho’s slender waist firmly, coordinating with Taehyung to create a crushing pressure inside the small body. The sound of meat hitting meat rang out clearly through the phone's microphone.
"Yes... I... I'm..." Keonho struggled to force out every word, but with every syllable, the friction of the two massive penises inside robbed him of his control over language. "I'm... at the senior's house... hah... the tickets... they're coming..."
"Why is your voice shaking? Are you running?" The members on the other end remained blissfully unaware of the decadent scene unfolding.
Taehyung let out a soft, cold, and commanding laugh. He felt this game of hide-and-seek had reached its end. "Do you guys really want to see what Keonho is doing?"
With those words, Taehyung abruptly switched to Video Call and rotated the camera toward the three of them.
The phone screen instantly displayed a shocking sight: Keonho was swallowed up in Jungkook’s lap, legs spread wide and wrapped around his waist, while Taehyung embraced them both from behind. The raw connection between the three bodies was undeniable. Keonho’s face was drenched in sweat, his eyes dazed with pleasure, and his small opening was stretched to its absolute limit to accommodate the two massive objects at once.
The other end of the line went deathly silent. The stunned, horrified faces of the CORTIS members appeared in the small windows on the screen. They were frozen in place, seeing their supposedly innocent youngest member being "cared for" by the two legendary seniors in the most brutal and erotic way possible.
"Look closely," Jungkook said, staring directly into the camera, his face wearing the smug arrogance of a conqueror. He grabbed Keonho’s chin, forcing him to look at the screen. "This is the price for those concert tickets. Your Keonho... is a very, very obedient son."
Taehyung began to thrust his hips even more powerfully, every impact making Keonho jolt and cry out without restraint in front of his entire group. The sight of the two large penises sliding in and out of Keonho’s body simultaneously through the camera lens was peak decadence.
Keonho no longer had the strength to feel ashamed. Now that all secrets were laid bare, he could only surrender his body to his two great Papas. He stared into the screen, watching his brothers witness him being taken until he lost his mind. A surge of sinful pleasure rose within him, causing his opening to spasm violently, tightening around the two cocks inside.
"Ah... yes... just like that..." Taehyung roared as he felt Keonho’s internal clench. He stopped caring about the phone, tossing it aside but leaving the call active so the sounds of their lust could continue to torture the ears of those on the other end.
The phone, tossed carelessly to the side, remained on video call, its lens aimed directly at the trio entwined on the plush rug. Keonho’s moans and the heavy gasps of the two older men echoed through the speaker, mingled with the shocked inhalations of the CORTIS members watching through the screen. The young faces on the other end were initially petrified, but the extreme visual stimulation began to kindle a dark kind of longing within them.
James, the leader of CORTIS, kept his eyes glued to the screen. His gaze lingered on Jungkook’s lower back—where the broad lat muscles and firm glutes vibrated with every one of Taehyung’s previous thrusts. Jungkook’s skin glistened under the layer of oil, every thigh muscle gripping the sofa like bands of steel.
"My god... look at that," James muttered, his voice going hoarse. "Senior Jungkook’s ass is a masterpiece. It’s so firm and powerful, it's unbelievable. Senior Taehyung must be driven crazy with pleasure getting to take a body like that every day."
Taehyung heard the comment and paused for a beat, his sharp eyes glancing into the camera lens with a wicked, haunting smile. He pulled his hips away from Jungkook, leaving the youngest member’s opening twitching with longing, leaking thick droplets of white fluid. Taehyung reached out to pull Keonho up; the boy was still dazed, his body covered in red marks from the earlier torment.
"Oh, so you’re that intrigued by Jungkook-ah’s body?" Taehyung said as his large hand caressed the length of Jungkook’s muscled spine. "Then let’s verify just how 'pleasurable' it really is. Keonho-ah, come here."
Jungkook, who was lying face down with his face buried in a pillow to catch his breath, lifted his head upon hearing this, his dark eyes wide with shock. "Hyung? What are you planning?"
Taehyung didn't answer Jungkook; instead, he looked directly at Keonho, his voice dropping with absolute authority: "Keonho, don't you always admire your senior? Today, Papa gives you permission to possess him. Fuck Jungkook for your brothers to see, and then tell James exactly how it feels."
Keonho was stunned, his trembling hands clutching the rug. "I... how could I... Senior Jungkook is..."
"I said you can," Taehyung gritted out, the sheer pressure of his dominant presence leaving Keonho no room to refuse.
Jungkook tried to sit up to protest, but Taehyung quickly pinned his shoulders down, using his knee to block the small of Jungkook’s back. "Be good, Kookie. Didn't you say you wanted to pamper this kid? This is the best way. Just relax."
Jungkook bit his lip hard, the muscles in his back spasming. Even as the "King" on stage, in front of Taehyung, Jungkook always had an instinctive submission. He let out a long sigh, his eyes squeezed shut in resignation, but a hint of strange excitement flickered at the thought of being penetrated by his beautiful junior.
Keonho crawled behind Jungkook. Before his eyes was the rounded, rock-solid backside of the greatest senior idol. Jungkook’s opening, already ravaged by Taehyung, remained open, wet, and flushed red. Keonho tremblingly gripped his own cock—which had been painfully erect for a long time. He knelt between Jungkook’s legs, his small hands resting on the older man’s hips, feeling the heat radiating from those massive muscle groups.
"Senior... I’m sorry..." Keonho whispered, then slowly pressed the head of his glans into Jungkook’s entrance.
"Mm...!" Jungkook tensed, the veins in his biceps bulging as he felt the new invasion. Even though Keonho was smaller than him, the rigidity of youth brought a highly stimulating sensation.
Keonho began to drive his hips. Jungkook’s opening was very tight at first, but thanks to the fluids and saliva from before, he gradually pushed deeper. The feeling of being enveloped by the body of a "god" drove Keonho wild. He began to thrust his hips faster, every impact making Jungkook’s body jolt forward.
Through the phone screen, James and the CORTIS members watched with bated breath. They saw their small youngest member pinning down the superstar Jungkook, white hands squeezing the honey-toned glutes of their senior, leaving glaring red marks.
"Good lord... look at Senior Jungkook’s expression," another CORTIS member spoke up. "He’s moaning because of Keonho... I can't believe it."
Taehyung sat right beside them; he didn't leave but instead stroked Jungkook’s hair, then leaned down to kiss his ear. "How is it, Kookie? Does our boy fuck you well? Is it as good as me?"
Jungkook couldn't form a full sentence, only letting out deep, guttural groans: "Hah... mm... this kid... is strong... ah... so deep..."
Keonho seemed empowered by Jungkook’s praise and the witness of his group. He flipped Jungkook onto his back, pulling his legs wide over his head—a highly decadent position that exposed Jungkook’s massive lower half and the union between them. Keonho leaned down, devouring Jungkook’s lips even as he continued to thrust.
James, on the other end, seemed unable to take it anymore, his voice trembling with excitement: "Keonho! Tell me, how does Senior Jungkook’s ass feel? Is it very warm and tight?"
Keonho panted into the microphone while thrusting hard: "Yes... hah... it’s... it’s so tight it feels like it wants to suck my cock right off... It feels like... like I'm stabbing into a searing hot magnet... it feels so good... Papa Taehyung was right... he truly is a masterpiece..."
Taehyung laughed heartily, reaching out to caress Jungkook’s twitching six-pack abs. "Hear that, James? That is the privilege of being our 'son'."
The penthouse living room in Hannam-dong had transformed into a labyrinth of sinful desires, where the dim golden lights reflected off sweat-drenched bodies and endless moans. James and the CORTIS members on the other end of the line seemed swept up in this whirlpool of lust; their heavy breathing through the phone's speaker only added more fuel to the fire for those involved.
Keonho, after having exerted himself on Senior Jungkook’s body, began to feel his strength fading. He slumped his head against Jungkook’s massive chest, where the older man's heart was thumping like an overloaded engine. Jungkook, despite just having been taken by his junior, still radiated an unshakable aura of power. He reached out a large hand, covered in veins and tattoos, to caress Keonho’s sweat-soaked back before gently pushing him away to look at his face, which was dazed with pleasure.
"What’s wrong, son? Tired already?" Jungkook whispered, his voice raspy yet carrying a masculine, teasing edge.
Taehyung approached from behind, giving them no time to rest. With a decisive motion, he grabbed Keonho’s wrists and pulled him up. He pushed Keonho toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window, which overlooked the magnificent night view of Seoul with lights sparkling like artificial galaxies.
"Let’s let your brothers see a little more clearly," Taehyung whispered, pressing Keonho’s face against the cold glass.
The position was humiliating yet intensely arousing. Keonho had to spread his legs wide, his hands held firmly behind his back by Taehyung. From behind, his ivory buttocks and swollen, red opening were fully displayed to the phone camera that Taehyung had just picked up to adjust the angle for the CORTIS members.
"James, look closely. This is how a 'star' shines in the dark," Taehyung spoke into the phone, then turned to Jungkook. "Kookie, come here. It’s time we both 'teach' this kid how to endure the love from both his Papas."
Jungkook didn't wait; he stepped up behind Keonho, kneeling to lick along his calves before moving to the inner thighs, where the most sensitive skin was trembling violently. Simultaneously, Taehyung pressed his body against Keonho’s back. The contrast between the freezing glass in front and the searing heat from Taehyung’s chest behind made Keonho shudder repeatedly.
"Ah... Papa... so hot... the glass is cold... I'm scared..." Keonho uttered nonsense, his tears and hot breath fogging up a patch of the window.
Taehyung pressed his long, veined cock against Keonho’s seat, while below, Jungkook also brought his thick member close. The two men coordinated with terrifying precision. They didn't rush to penetrate. Taehyung’s hands kneaded Keonho’s chest through the hoodie that had been pulled up to his neck, while Jungkook used his tongue to tease the opening that was twitching incessantly.
"Look at that, Keonho is crying from pleasure, guys," James commented on the other end, his voice full of envy and excitement. "His body is amazing when sandwiched between the two greatest."
Taehyung smirked, suddenly grabbing Keonho’s hips and delivering a powerful thrust from behind. At the same time, Jungkook thrust upward from below. Keonho let out a piercing scream, his entire body feeling as if it were suspended by two massive rods of flesh invading him simultaneously.
"Mm... hah... so tight... Keonho-ah, you’re sucking both of us so hard," Jungkook groaned, gripping Keonho’s thighs to provide leverage for his forceful thrusts.
In this position, Keonho felt like a tiny puzzle piece being crushed between two blocks of molten metal. Every time Taehyung thrust down, his member collided with Jungkook’s inside Keonho’s body. The friction of two massive objects within the narrow space created a sensation of peak painful ecstasy, leaving Keonho’s mind completely blank.
"Papa... I... I'm going to break... so deep... mm..." Keonho moaned, his hands clawing at the glass, leaving long, blurry streaks.
Taehyung showed no mercy, increasing his pace, his hips slamming against Keonho’s backside with loud *claps*. He leaned into the boy's ear, his voice as deep as rolling thunder: "How could you break? Taehyung and Jungkook’s son has to endure much more than this. Be good, and take in all of our essence."
Through the phone screen, the CORTIS members were witnessing what looked like the most artistic adult film in the world. They saw Keonho’s face pressed to the glass, eyes rolled back, mouth agape for air, while behind him two powerful physiques moved with frantic madness. Jungkook’s fiery masculinity and Taehyung’s brutal nobility blended together, exerting a massive psychological pressure on all who watched.
"Senior Jungkook... his sweat is dripping onto Keonho’s back... it’s beyond decadent," another CORTIS member whispered.
At the climax, Taehyung flipped Keonho around, keeping him standing but with one leg hooked over his shoulder while the other wrapped around Jungkook’s waist. It was a position requiring extreme strength and flexibility. Jungkook continued to drive from the front, while Taehyung held his ground from behind.
"Hah... I'm coming... Kookie... Keonho-ah!" Taehyung roared, every muscle in his body tensing like carved stone.
Jungkook also reached his limit, delivering a final series of rapid thrusts, so deep they seemed to touch the very soul of his junior. Keonho couldn't take any more; he spasmed violently, his own semen splashing onto Jungkook’s chest and the glass window.
Immediately after, the two hot surges from Taehyung and Jungkook simultaneously shot deep into Keonho. The feeling of warmth flooding his interior made Keonho shudder, and he fainted in the arms of the two men.
The living room fell into a strange silence, occupied only by heavy breathing and the sound of the wind whistling through the vents. The phone was still on the call, but the CORTIS members on the other end were completely silent after the spectacle. They knew that from tonight on, the relationship between them and Keonho—as well as their standing with the two legendary seniors—had completely changed.
Keonho lay in the arms of Jungkook and Taehyung, feeling their absolute protection and possession. He had his concert tickets, but the price paid was the freedom of his soul—a price that right now, in the intoxication of lust, he felt was entirely worth it. The night was still long, and these secrets would remain forever locked behind the doors of this lavish penthouse.