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James has. . . no idea how, when, or why he got here. He couldn't remember even if he tried. Matter of fact, he couldn't form a single thought at all, except for how stupid but incredibly good he’s feeling right now. His mind was practically floating in pleasure, thoughts dissolving before they even had a chance to form. And all he could hear in the midst of all of it was constant degrading, which he couldn’t tell if it made him feel better or worse. The sad part was that he was the oldest here, the one with the most authority. And he was letting a bunch of teenagers use him, making him feel like they had all the control.
“Look,” he hears someone laugh, “it’s all leaking out, haha!” It appears that Martin was the one speaking, amazed at how well James had been taking him, admiring him, watching his own cum leak out of his hyung. “Oh wow, really just taking it like a good boy, aren’t you hyung?” James couldn’t even identify who’s speaking, Its not like he wasn't trying. But it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world when you’re gagging on a cock, barely being given a moment to breathe. He felt a hand run through his messy hair, and it was definitely Juhoon, who then pulled his head back, just to take a look at how disheveled the older was, before he shoved his cock right back down his throat, and he gagged immediately around the thick length, tears now freely falling down his flushed cheeks. “That’s because he’s desperate for it, right hyung? You need us to use you like this? You’ve been wanting this all along, huh?” James felt his cock twitch at those words, and he almost came right then and there.
He couldn’t even form words to protest that, even if he wanted, couldn’t even shake his head no properly. His mouth hung open, drool and cum trailing down his chin as he gasped for air between moans. He felt a pair of hands on his hips, repositioning him as another cock slid into his ass, which could’ve been the second or third one now, though he’d lost count at this point. “Hyung, how are you still so tight? Ahh, fuck, you’re taking me so well though,” came a breathy voice, maybe Seonghyeon?
The double penetration had James basically seeing stars, vision blurring as the line between pleasure and pain increasingly wore thin. His own neglected cock hung heavy between his thighs, continuously leaking without a single touch. “His throat is also tight, you gotta try it.” Juhoon groaned, hips rocking back and forth and his fingers tangled painfully in James’ hair.
Seonghyeon shifted behind him, and James felt the cock inside him pull all the way out before driving back in, deep and painfully, and the sound that tore out of him didn't even sound human. At this point, his arms were shaking, trying to stay up and legs threatening to buckle entirely. His thighs were trembling, that uncontrollable shaking, and he couldn't stop it, no matter how embarrassing it was even if he tried. “Look at his legs, he’s shaking so bad,” Martin said, and there was that laugh again, bright and completely unbothered, like this was the most entertaining he’d ever witnessed, because it was.
Juhoon finally pulled out of his throat with a wet, obscene sound as he came, and James collapsed forward entirely, catching himself on shaky arms, coughing as cum dripped down his chin and then onto the sheets. Seonghyeons grip on his ass tightened, fingers pressing in so hard James knew he’d see marks tomorrow, and some pathetically warm part of him wanted that. Wanted to see them, wanted to remember all of this, and that thought alone made him feel a little insane. But he wasn't free yet, because Seonghyeons pace quickly picked up, becoming more deliberate, like he was trying to find something and intended to ruin James completely in the process of looking for it. And he found it, his prostate. “I found it,” Seonghyeon breathed out behind him, and James practically screamed, his hands flew to his mouth, trying to stifle every single noise that came out. He couldn’t tell if it hurt or felt good, all he knew is that it was way too intense, and he was trying to crawl away, to get away from this sensation.
But Seonghyeon’s hand shot out and grabbed him, yanking him back, not letting him go anywhere. “Where are you going, hyung?” he said, and his voice was almost sweet, so gentle and soft, which made it so much worse somehow. James whined, high and broken, and he hated the sound of it, hated how completely wrecked he was, how completely undone, and most of all he hated how much he didn’t actually want it to stop. “I-Its too much, please, p-please!” he managed to get out, and it didn't even sound like his own voice, it came out cracked and broken, barely coherent. “Please, it feels weird, ah, p-please slower, it’s too much,”
“No it’s not,” Seonghyeon said simply, like he knew better, like he was the authority on what James could handle and what he couldn't.
And he kept going, kept pressing into that same spot with a focused precision that had James whole body seizing up, fingers clawed into the sheets. He felt eyes on him everywhere, the sound of jerking off all around him. James is only vaguely aware of the next set of hands on his hair, soft at first, then turning rough in a snap, yanking James’s head up to look up. “Open your mouth, hyung,” Martin says, hand stroking his cock, and James obeys immediately, knowing what Martin wants him to do, so he sticks his tongue out for him, and Martin laughs in delight like a kid at a birthday party.
“Good boy,” Martin chuckles, and shoves himself into James’s mouth, with all the awkwardness of a teenager who’s watched too much porn but only just gotten a taste of the real thing. James doesn’t even gag this time, or maybe he’s just beyond that, used up and emptied out, the whole of his existence reduced to service and need for his members. His tongue works frantically, body trembling as Seonghyeon rails him from behind, his thrusts becoming erratic and it's clear he’s close to cumming.
He isn't aware of his own sounds anymore, all of them keep pouring out, although they are muffled, and he doesn't realize how he moans so loud around Martins dick, how the vibrations make Martin groan and urge him to thrust harder.
Seonghyeon is a mess, the sight in front of him almost dizzying. He’s never seen James like this, never seen anyone like this. Hair sticking, makeup sweating off, fucked-out mouth open around his best friend’s dick, moaning into it like he’s beyond basic human embarrassment. It’s so hot it borders on disturbing, and Seonghyeon feels a twisted pride flicker in his chest. He did that. He’s the one who found the spot that makes James lose it, the one responsible for every shudder, every little whimper that slips out unguarded in the seconds between Martin’s thrusts. He could die happy now, honestly.
Martin doesn’t last long, James could feel him twitch, the surge of heat flooding his mouth, and he swallows immediately, involuntarily, and Martin is marveling how easy it is for him to obey, how much he wants to, how little of himself is left that could muster a protest. Martin pulls out, panting and grinning, and gives his cheek a playful slap as if to say good job.
Seonghyeon watches all of this, and a part of him wanted more, wanted more control, and he almost wanted to be the only one in the room there with James. To have him all for himself. Seonghyeon wants to make the older’s brain go blank, maybe force him to say something desperate again. He wants James to get addicted to this, to the pain and pressure and absolute loss of control.
So he wraps a arm around James’ waist, reaching for his cock, his palm closing tightly around the pulsing length. “Ah, ah, no, n-ngh, AH!” James’s cry is muffled against the sheets, then sharpened as Seonghyeon slams into him again, his fist jerking in time with the pounding. It should be humiliating, to let this teen manhandle him while Martin, Juhoon, and Keonho stretch out lazy on the bed, idly watching and degrading him, touching him all over. “You gonna cum?” Seonghyeon asks, and his voice has dropped lower, gone private somehow, like the question is just for the two of them even with the whole room watching. His lips brush the back of James’s neck when he says it, and James frantically nods, moaning into the sheets, “Yes, yes, yes, oh f-fuck, ah p-please!”
“Then cum,” Seonghyeon says, and it isn’t a suggestion.
And James does. His whole body shakes, a broken sob tearing out of him as he spills over Seonghyeon’s fist, thighs clamping together uselessly, knees giving out beneath him. The orgasm rolls through him in waves that feel almost punishing, too much after everything, nerve endings screaming and oversensitive, and he’s crying properly now, wet and unguarded, tears soaking into the sheets beneath his face. He doesn’t even know when he started. He isn’t sure it matters. Seonghyeon follows seconds later, hips stuttering and then stilling as he buries himself deep and stays there, and James’ feels every drop. And so does everyone else, cum landing everywhere on James.
Seonghyeons forehead drops to the back of James’s shoulder, breath tired and uneven. For a moment , no one moved, just heavy breathing with the smell of sweat and everything else. James is still making sounds, involuntary ones, the kind a person makes when their body hasn't caught up to the fact that it’s over. Little sounds, out of breath, soft and pathetic, that no one bothers to acknowledge out loud.
and idk what else to write i give up have a nice day 😋