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“San what in the loving hell are you wearing?”
“At least it looks decent! “Look at Seonghwa!” San defended, tucking an arm across his chest. His mom bought him the Mandarin button up he was wearing for his 18th birthday. He had no issue wearing it to special occasions until now.
Jongho turned his head to where their eldest was diligently ironing his pants, and his immediate reaction was to sob.
“Hyung what are you – is that a knit sweater?”
“What?” Seonghwa momentarily puts down the iron to do a proud little twirl. “It’s the cutest thing I own.”
“Hyung, you look like you raided your grandma’s closet.” San frowned.
“Shut up pastor.”
“You two are a walking social suicide.” Frustrated, Jongho resorted to checking the books they packed for the nth time, impatiently tapping his foot away. “And where the hell is Mingi he’s supposed to be our ride here.”
As if on cue, they hear a honking downstair. When they peep from the window, the first thing they see was the rented sedan they had pooled half their weekly allowance to. San could already hear the distant rumble of his stomach envisioning the nonexistent dinners he’ll have for the next few days but, hey, it was better than showing up at the Aurora’s in Seonghwa’s mom’s minivan.
Once downstairs, Mingi welcomed them with a stupidly wide grin while opening the car’s door.
“Be careful, if we dent this or return it late they’ll charge an extra 40%.”
“Mingi,” Seonghwa sighed, gesturing at him from head to toe, “What are you wearing?”
The taller raised a brow, then looked down to his obnoxious neon shirt with the distasteful print of an anime girl covered in what could only be bodily fluids trickling from her sexually expressive face.
“What? Ahegao is art!”
“Christ,” Jongho fished a spare shirt from his bag and threw it over Mingi’s head. “Take that… thing, off and wear this. Don’t make this any worse for us. As if we don’t have Christmas grandma and Jesus’ disciple in the same ride.”
“I will literally throw you off this vehicle Choi Jongho.”
It was a miracle they were even in this stupidly expensive rented van arguing.
Frankly, they thought the Auroras would ditch them for good after the major fiascos they have caused a week ago. But apparently, God loves babies, animals, stuck-up discipline officers, ex-sacristans, weebs, and math majors that they were all given a second chance at redemption when Hongjoong invited them to a ‘study session on Friday night at yuyu’s heart emoji’ via chat.
Who even holds study groups at a Friday night? But then again, who were they to complain?
After minutes of rehearsing their flow – because they’re self-aware they will definitely fuck this once-in-a-lifetime chance up like the graceless losers they are – Mingi managed to drive them safely to the address Yunho texted.
The Jung’s residence was, for a lack of better word, a fucking grand mansion.
It had everything: an endless hedge maze and a garage the size of the school’s parking lot. But they were too jittery to even appreciate the tiny details of the grandiose interior as the butler led them up to where Yunho’s “crib” was.
And the gravity of the situation only sunk to them once they were face to face with its door.
“This is really happening.”
Jongho was the only one brave enough to knock on door, and they held their breath together for the next second.
This is fine. They will go inside, study together like normal college kids, pretend last week’s incident never happened, try their best not to humiliate themselves again in front of the school’s treasures and maybe jerk off back at their dorm. Totally fullproof plan.
But the plan came crashing down when the door opened and they’re greeted by Yunho, charming, freshly-showered, and his chest gloriously exposed for them to ogle.
“You’re here!”
There’s some loud music blasting from behind him and someone screaming? But Mingi shouted through the noise, “W-we have fries and burgers. There’s also some boba tea for everyone.”
“We didn’t know what you guys would like so we just kinda bought everything.” Jongho quickly added.
“Aww, that’s so sweet. Thank you!” Yunho stepped aside, gesturing them inside, “Well, come in. We have fruit punch and weed.”
“Cool!” San paused. “Wait, what?”
“Did he say weed?” Seonghwa whisper-shouted from his side, eyes even wider.
“You guys, I don’t think they invited us for an actual study session.”
Mingi opened his mouth to say something but closed it just as quickly when he understood.
“Shit, Jongho throw the books.”
“What?” Jongho exclaimed, “But this is my latest copy of Colin’s Manual of Engineering Drawing I can’t just—”
San grabbed the bag from the youngest’s hand and flings it to the side where the Aurora’s can’t see it.
“Just act cool you guys.”
“Seonghwa!”
Hongjoong practically sprinted from his spot to throw himself at the eldest. As for Seonghwa, his mind completely went haywire upon seeing what the fashion major was wearing: a striped, cozy sweater swallowing his lithe frame — almost drowning him in fact — with killer white knee socks that reach mid-thigh where the hem of the sweater stops.
Was Hongjoong even wearing anything underneath that thing? The answer might kill him before he could even take in.
“Look we’re matching sweater!” Hongjoong pointed out and god he’s adorable. Why is he so damn adorable? “Ooh, this is going to be so much fun. C’mon make yourselves at home!”
Jongho was first to get on his feet and sit on the wide ass couch situated in the center where the rest of the Auroras were. He skirted across the mattress and coffeetable conveniently placed in between – god knows how much these things around him cost – and with a sprite of confidence, he say besides Yeosang. The Aurora curled his lips in a smirk as he dropped the book he was reading to greet him.
“Hey there.”
“Hi!” Quick think of something to talk about. “Did you finish that homework for Mr Yoon’s class?” Jongho wanted to stitch his mouth shut forever.
“You know this isn’t really a study group right? We just come up here and vibe and talk about which dumbasses hooked up with the faculties again.” Yeosang said a matter-of-factly.
Oh. “Of course!” Jongho scoffed, sweating, “Totally what we expected to do.”
“Sannie!”
The high-pitched squeal was a headturner, and San didn’t even have a second before Wooyoung was tackling him to the ground with a loud thud.
“Oh my god, Sannie, Sannie, Sannie San San, my sweet San.” Wooyoung’s arms wrapped around his torso in an almost death grip. He can’t breathe. “God you smell so good. And you look handsome too. My Sannie.”
“Th-thanks.” San replied nervously, overwhelmed by their proximity. “You smell like, uhm…” Weed. “Nice.”
“I smell like fucking indica.” Wooyoung threw his head back in a laugh. “Ooh, Mingi,” He got up just as fast to cling to the taller whilst dragging him, “Why don’t you go help our big boy over there?”
Mingi turned his head to the small kitchenette where Yunho was occupied mixing something in a pitcher. Mingi would like to think he was totally chill with approaching him on the way but that thought was scratched the instant he knocked his knee on the coffeetable. Thankfully, Yunho noticed him just in time to redeem himself from his moment of weakness.
“H-hey.”
“Mingi.” Yunho beamed that kilowatt-smile. He is weak. “Was just finishing some refreshments, can you taste this for me?” He held out the ladle.
Naturally, he took a small sip.
“It’s good. Tastes like—”
But he didn’t get to complete his words when Yunho suddenly leaned to push their lips together. It was a small peck. Nothing like their initial throes of passion where Yunho was genuinely tongue-fucking him.
“Boo!” Hongjoong’s voice made them separate right away. “Don’t get started without us.”
He watched Yunho lick his own mouth, swiping his bottom lip in a way that should be illegal. “That was perfect. Now let’s get this to them.”
Meanwhile, San was having a mini-dilemma how to tame the clingy dance major. Intimidating, sassy Wooyoung prancing at the campus was one thing, but hyperactive, dope-infused Wooyoung was another.
“Just one kiss” Wooyoung begged, smooching at his neck like that will make him crumble. And it might.
He joined the rest, safely seating Wooyoung beside him. But the other was insistent to make himself comfortable in his lap anyway.
“Great, now that we’re all here.” Yunho settled a tray of juice shots on the table, Mingi trailing behind him looking a little dazed. “Can we start this thing?”
“Does those have alcohol?” San asked warily, to which Yunho snapped his finger in realization.
“Shit, you’re right! I totally forgot.”
Yeosang chucked a pillow at the taller’s direction. “Please, as if we’re here to get drunk on that. We already know the good shit hits way faster.”
“Aren’t we gonna play something first? Something dumb like truth or dare? Spin the bottle?” Wooyoung darted out, then he eyed San. “Seven minutes in heaven?”
Seonghwa squirmed from his seat. “W-we can do that.”
“Like eighth grade?” Hongjoong snorted, “Lame.”
“We can… we can just ask each other questions?” Jongho suggested in a small voice.
Everyone was instantly intrigued.
“Like 20 questions?”
“Y-yeah.” Seonghwa backed, sending the younger a telepathic ‘I got you’. “It doesn’t have to be twenty. Just as much as we want to ask about anything we’re curious about. Kinda like getting to know each other.”
“Call! But to make it interesting since we already know our own friend group, we get to ask one person from your side then you get to ask one of ours.” Hongjoong posed, “You can go first since you look like you’ve been dying to ask us a lot of questions.”
Seonghwa, San, Mingi and Jongho stare at each other, as if trying to play a mental game of rock, paper, scissors on who gets to go first, and it wasn’t long until one of them was eventually pressured to initiate it.
“I-I’ll start.” Mingi said, grabbing everyone’s attention, especially the athlete beside him. “Yunho,” he started, “You brought up one time we were in the same circuit training class last semester.”
“I did didn’t I? That time we showered together?”
“You still didn’t explain that bit to us Mingi.” San mumbled.
“Not the point.” Mingi quickly cuts him off, turning to Yunho again. “Did you uh, were you in that class where I—”
“Almost broke your nose on the lap. Yeah.” Yunho finished for him and Mingi wanted a blackhole to devour him that instant. “I know you don’t remember but I was also the one who carried you to the clinic while you were out.”
“You were Mingi’s savior?” Jongho gasped.
“Savior?”
“Mingi never shut up about his mystery prince charming who carried him.” Seonghwa added, “He called him his darling sav—"
“Hyung!” Mingi whined.
“Our turn, our turn! I’ll ask first.” Wooyoung jumped from his seat. In the process he almost elbowed three people and tripped on his own feet, but he brought himself to look at his target person ask, “Sannie will you kiss me?”
Just say yes, San could see Jongho mouth from across. Panicked, his throat betrayed him when he ended up spluttering, “Uh… later?”
Wooyoung climbed back to his thighs, “Pinky promise?”
San holds out his pinky, but instead of the usual innocent interlocking of fingers, his soul flew from his body when Wooyoung darted out his tongue to lick his pinky. Amused laughter filled the room, and San thought he would pass out right there and then.
“Your turn.”
“Is it true you have an OnlyFans?” Jongho interrupted, as if he read San’s mind. They had a heated discussion once about it which ensued into an awkward session of porn-browsing only for their quest to end up as a mentally-scarring failure.
“No.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “I post them in a private Instagram of course.”
San doesn’t know what to do with that information. And neither does his friends from the looks of it.
“Ask for the link.” Mingi whispered.
“Jongho!” Hongjoong suddenly called out. “Did you, or did you not see Sangie’s toy when you went to his house.”
“Wait, what toy?” Seonghwa peaked from the smaller’s shoulder. “I don’t know this story.”
All eyes were on Jongho. The younger cleared his throat, uncomfy from suddenly being put in the hot seat, but he knew it was useless bluffing when Yeosang himself had caught him red-handed so he resigned with a sigh.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s fine.” Yeosang pouted, tucking his head on his shoulder, “I left it on purpose hoping we could play. Too bad you left early.”
The room cheered – well, more like the Auroras did because Jongho and his friends had their jaws unhinged from the revelation.
“Your side’s turn.” Yunho slinged an arm around Wooyoung, “Anything else you wanna ask?”
“Uhm,” Seonghwa raised his hand, “Yeosang, are you really failing Mr Yoon’s class?” to which Yeosang lifted an intimidating brow at. “Oh! It’s not that! I just… find it hard to believe since you’re like, top on everything and all that. You can just pass if you don’t wan—”
“Yeah, I actually flunked last semester.” Yeosang disclosed, crossing his legs. “But I also passed the alternative assessment, so everything kinda went well from there.”
“Wait but if you passed then why are you still—”
“Seonghwa!” Wooyoung’s loud voice boomed again, interrupting San. “If you could fuck anyone in this room who would it be and why would it be Hongjoong hyung?”
“And Woo’s definitely a little high.”
“It’s that jule Hongjoong’s been smoking.” Yunho tsked.
“Told him not to get the pods mixed.” Hongjoong chuckled, before gazing at the prefect. “Any answer to that Hwa?”
“Uhm, I…” Seonghwa floundered, unable to hold the other’s gaze. “Yes?”
He saw his friends hide behind their palms, embarrassed, and Seonghwa wanted to flip them off for the lack of support on his speech impediment when it comes to all things Hongjoong.
“Cute.” A kiss to his cheek. “Last question to us, any takers?”
San raised his hand, “If we aren’t here to uh, study, then what are we doing?”
The Auroras bursted into a fit of giggles, and even the way their laughter resonated was nothing short of mesmerizing, even if it hinted mischief.
“Good question.” Hongjoong set his chin on the palm of his hand. “And I’m gonna answer that with our last one for you: you guys ready for today’s main event?”
Main event? San looked around to his friends, who just looked equally clueless. Just what were they getting themselves into?
“Finally.” Yunho pulled out the drawer under the coffeetable, and what they saw could only make them gape.
Inside were four holographic bongs, the glass material iridescent under the room’s low lights. Besides it, were sheets of blanks, a few branded lighters, and enough weed to get them all arrested and serve a life sentence each.
Well shit.
“Oh my god.” Mingi leaned closer, observing the contraption.
“A beauty isn’t it?” Hongjoong hummed, as he handed each Aurora a bong each, giving his to Seonghwa. “I say our guests take first hit!”
“Okay, this is really happening…” Jongho inhaled, palm in his mouth. “We’re really gonna smoke marijuana.”
“With the Auroras.” San swallowed the lump in his throat. “We’re gonna smoke marijuana with the Auroras.”
Seonghwa held the bong like he would a newly-rented book in a library. He felt stupid, and he sent San help side glances as if the church boy would know anything about weed.
“Oh baby, do you know how to do it?” Hongjoong cooed from his side.
“Uhm, I actually never tried this before.”
“Cute.” Wooyoung smiled, striking a lighter at the bowl, the liquid inside boiling. “Yunho I’m running out of juice here. Give me a spliff.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself Young-ah.” Yunho already had a blunt between his lips as he rolled another one and slipped it between the other’s mouth. Then the athlete brought their faces together, the tips of their joint touching to light up Wooyoung’s.
“Wow.” San couldn’t help himself from saying. Because really, wow.
“Ah, fuck yeah.” Wooyoung inhaled, before slumping back to his side.
“Here,” Hongjoong took the bong from Seonghwa’s hand and pried his mouth open, as if to demonstrate. “It’s simple,” Hongjoong said, holding the bong out, cherry just at eye-level. “You put the end that’s not burning in your mouth, and suck in.”
Then Hongjoong lights it up. He took the first hit, his cheeks hollow as he sucked in. He held it for a long moment, swallowing before he lets the smoke curl out of his mouth and nostrils. Something about it has Seonghwa’s heart stirring.
“When I count to three open your mouth okay love?”
Seonghwa nodded. He’s not about to shame himself more by fucking up his first bong hit in front the love of his life.
“Good, three.”
Then he followed what Hongjoong did, inhaling from the mouthpiece until his lungs felt like they were going to burst, and he tipped his head to the side and coughed, dragging in a ragged breath.
Hongjoong pressed their lips softly together, making Seonghwa’s chest tight, and his head swims as he waited for the other to suck the smoke out.
“You okay?” Hongjoong stroked Seonghwa’s back soothingly.
“I suck at this,” Seonghwa said, dropping his head onto Hongjoong’s shoulder. “Why do I suck at this so much?” The stroking felt good. He would quite like to stay here.
Seonghwa didn’t feel giggly, the way he thought he would, he just felt – warm. Agreeable. He’s smiling, though he’s not quite sure why, except that he felt like it. He wasn’t expecting it to happen so quickly.
Mingi stared at his hyung. Never in his life had he expected Seonghwa to participate in such debauchery, much more in something Seonghwa told off other dumb college kids as a responsibility.
Yunho snapped two fingers in front of his face, and he realized that he’s been staring off into space, one hand rubbing against the soft cotton of the comforter.
“You good Minmin?” Yunho asked, and then, just as quickly, “Hey can I try something?”
He said it like he’s been holding it in, and Mingi doesn’t see any reason to say no, so he nodded.
“Stop me if you want,” Yunho said, and then pulled in a long hit from his joint. He leaned forward, over the ashtray, his free hand cupping the back of Mingi’s neck, fingers sliding up into the hair at the nape. It felt nice, and Mingi blinked, slow, as Yunho leaned in.
Yunho breathed out, slow, and Mingi got it. He breathed the smoke from Yunho’s mouth, holding it in his lungs. He exhaled in a long stream, Yunho still close enough to touch, blunt draped in the outstretched fingers of his other hand.
“Mingi, are you alright?” San checked from besides him, the bong in his hand looking out of place.
“What?” Mingi asked, feeling slow.
“Shotgun,” Yunho smiled, and then he’s laughing, eyes bright and close, helpless with it.
Mingi’s fingers are still stroking the comforter, but he wanted to touch Yunho’s face, so he does. He always wanted to touch Yunho’s face, and there doesn’t seem to be much point in holding back, now.
From the other side Jongho is smiling as he took another hit from Yeosang’s joint. “Shit Mingi, why are there two of you. Mingi one and Mingi two. Mingi and Mango.”
Yeah, he definitely could get used to this.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Very much because there’s you, Jongho would answer, but he’s got his lungs full of smoke that’s already going to his head, layering on the buzz he’s had going since he entered the room, so he scrunched his face and passed the joint over instead.
“Good. You looked like you’ve done this before.” Yeosang took the cigarette, amused.
Jongho looked mortally injured by the accusation. “Of course!” He tipped his head back against the pillows and gives Yeosang a slow smile. “Or, well. Hwiyoung told me about a guy who did it to her once in a bar in Busan, and I’ve also seen it in a movie.”
His voice must have been loud enough for all the Auroras hear because they laugh, and Jongho felt like he finally achieved something important in his life.
“Feels like I’m cumming forever.” Wooyoung nuzzled his nose against San’s neck. “Pretty Sannie. Such a pretty, pretty Sannie. Can you do that San? Can you make me cum forever?”
San made an incoherent noise as he almost choked on the smoke streaming out of the pipe. Wooyoung and his unfiltered mouth would be the death of him.
"You can explore," Wooyoung prodded.
San darted a cautious glance up at him, before trailing his hands down to Wooyoung’s waist. He’s used to feeling like he has to be careful and gentle with men, but not with Wooyoung.
“It’s getting hot in here.” Yunho fully unbuttoned his top.
It didn’t take long before the room was filled with a thin veil of smoke. Half of the refreshments were consumed in no time as the eight of them took turns in quenching their parched throats. It went on like this for a while: light, smoke and pass, each round making them gigglier and braver to close the space between the person besides them, until some of them had a leg thrown over the other, or essentially sitting on someone’s lap.
Seonghwa is trying to will away his boner with Hongjoong sitting on him, wiggling so discreetly as he mumbled incoherent things. "What's wrong, Seonghwa?" The voice Hongjoong used was saccharine sweet, dripping with fake concern as he smiled.
Seonghwa’s eyes were wide and gloss, skin flushed in a pretty shade of crimson that ran across his face.
“I–” Seonghwa began, then stopped, swallowed, and continued. “I'm sorry. I don't know why… why it's happening. Please forgive me.”
Seonghwa's mind was blank. Hongjoong… Hongjoong was really hard and his– his crotch was pressing against his thigh. Okay. Okay.
“It's no big deal,” The fashion major rasped with a forced smile, then quickly turned his head. He felt hot on his face and on his neck.
“God,” Groaning, Yeosang exhaled, a thick fluid cloud escaping his mouth. He must’ve switched back to the jule again. “That’s good shit. This is even better than the one you got last month Wooyoung.”
Yunho shoots a wink to the other, fingers playing with the locks of Mingi’s hair.
Mingi shouldn't have been so agitated, and yet, he couldn't think of anything else. Why was he getting aroused? It was probably just a sudden and natural reaction, or was it because Yunho was crushing him with his pretty, pretty thighs…
Mingi didn't know what to hope for. But he couldn't deny that he felt intrigued.
Almost not realizing it, Hongjoong rubbed his butt against Seonghwa’s erection. The other's reaction was almost immediate. Seonghwa jolted, startled.
“What are you doing?” He whispered, scanning the room. His friends were very much interested by the ongoings on their side, the other Aurora’s with knowing smirks on their faces.
“I'm helping you.” Hongjoong moaned softly, and Seonghwa felt a hot jolt of pleasure right in his groin.
“They’re watching.” murmured Seonghwa, desperate.
“...That's actually the point.”
The other moved again and again and again. Seonghwa was eventually forced to put around Hongjoong’s waist in a futile attempt to control him, but his hips resumed moving against throbbing hard-on. It was hot, oh so hot.
Seonghwa felt he was doing something forbidden. Hongjoong was his crush, and… and they were in public. With his friends. Oh god, Jongho was probably filming this for blackmail material.
But that was exactly what was driving him.
Hongjoong breathed hoarsely in his ear and occasionally moaned needy between his parted lips. He was trying so hard to be discreet.
“Seonghwa please fuck me.”
Seonghwa blinked. This must be the weed making him hear things because there’s no way Hongjoong just told him to—
“Fuck me.” Hongjoong pulled them together, arms looped around his neck as he begged, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please I’m so horny, I need you to take care of it Hwa.”
Seonghwa felt like fainting.
“Better give him what he wants Park.” Yunho snickered from his right, “He’s one little brat when he’s doped up.”
“O-okay.”
Hongjoong fumbled with the zipper of his trousers, freeing his cock under his underwear scarily fast that it had him wondering for a second how Hongjoong learned to do it. Must be designer hands. Definitely the designer hands. Then the smaller scrambled to the ground, positioning himself between Seonghwa’s spread knees.
“Holy shit what’s happening.” He heard Mingi mumble, at the same time Hongjoong began to rub his hard, leaking length on his face.
“Your cock is so pretty Seonghwa. Such a nice, fat cock made for fucking.” Hongjoong cooed, stroking it, and his thighs shook at the overwhelming sensation.
“Is-is this real?” Seonghwa groaned, a pool of heat building up in his stomach. This was… It was… No one has ever touched him like this.
“You’re so, so wet for me.” Rubbing the head, Hongjoong purred, “I think it likes me.”
Sweet mother of god.
“Sangie, where’s the stuff?”
Hongjoong hastily asked, climbing back to his lap again. A bottle of lube materializes out of nowhere along with a packet of condom. With his teeth, Hongjoong ripped the packet as he began to coat his fingers with the viscous liquid, excess dripping on his thigh highs.
“What’s your favorite flavor Seonghwa?”
“Cookies and cream.”
Hongjoong giggled as he rolled the condom on his length, making him shiver. “I mean lube baby.”
“Oh. Right. I actually don’t have a favorite. B-but if I could choose, maybe, uhm… strawberry?”
Seonghwa stumbled with his words, and in his defense, it was hard to concentrate when you’re half-baked and Kim Hongjoong was fingering himself while simultaneously lubing up his hard dick in front a crowd. He watched as his manicured fingers disappear and reappear between his legs, and just the sight of it easily overthrows the porn he had bookmarked in his phone.
In the background he can hear Wooyoung and Yunho cheering, while the rest of his friends’ stared in utmost fascination.
Shit this was happening. Seonghwa never envisioned his virginity being lost in front of six other people but this was Kim Hongjoong and he was high so he will take what he can get.
“I’m gonna ride you baby, okay? Lemme ride you Hwa. I’ll take it like a good boy.”
“Hmm…”
“Is that a yes?”
It’s an ‘I do’, Seonghwa’s brain supplied, but his trusty mouth answered for him with a “Y-yeah. You can do – that.”
Hongjoong lowered his knees and began sinking on his cock, taking each inch with ease with the amount of lube dripping. Seonghwa felt the warm, wet hug of Hongjoong’s walls around his length, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as a deep groan slips from his mouth.
“H-Hongjoong, oh god.”
“Oh fuck, so good. So, so good. Ahh… you guys, he feels so fucking hot in me.”
Seonghwa let’s out an unflattering groan, hands finding purchase on Hongjoong’s small waist. He watches the obscene way Hongjoong bounces up and down on his pulsating cock, the drag wet and smooth and bringing fireworks to every fiber of his body.
“Shit, shit,” Seonghwa moaned. He helped the Aurora discard his sweater, leaving the other on his knee socks.
Hongjoong looked so fragile with his tiny body and shaved smooth rim, stretched wide around his cock. Seonghwa scrunched his eyes shut, contemplating whether to pull out or stay inside the sex god that’s impaled on his cock.
It’s too much. Too amazing. Hongjoong was fucking heavenly.
“I think I’m gonna cum.” Seonghwa whispered, shy of the others hearing him. Questionable since his friends looked like they were astral projecting on their own besides their partners.
“Cum then.” Hongjoong sneered, “We have all night.”
When Hongjoong lifted his hips up one more time, Seonghwa doesn’t hold back his release.
The force of his first orgasm has his body quivering violently under Hongjoong. He spilled into the condom, but the rubber wasn’t enough to hold everything as it leaked between the smaller’s legs.
“Fuck, look baby, your filling me up so nicely.”
“That’s so hot hyung.” He heard someone say. San? Jongho? Who cares?
Soon enough, Hongjoong reached his climax with a lewd moan. His own cum coated his cock, weakly spurting against Seonghwa’s chest and Seonghwa was hypnotized by the way it twitched under his touch.
He just made Kim Hongjoong orgasm. What the fuck.
“You’re clean right?” Hongjoong panted against his ear. “We do yearly tests in school and I know you’re a – was a virgin, but I wanna hear it from you.”
“Y-yeah I’m clean.” He answered, catching his own breath. “Never been – never been with anyone than you Joong. I don’t I would be.”
“Good.” Hongjoong hastily took off the condom from his dick, the slight oversensitivity making him wince, and tied it skillfully before throwing it to the bin.
“Because we’re going raw for the next ones.”
“What’re you doing?” Yunho asked, and Mingi shrugged his shoulders.
His face feels hot, like the palms of his hands, and the skin of his neck where Yunho is touching him, but not in an unpleasant way.
“I don’t know,” Mingi smiled, “I just felt like touching you.”
And then Yunho kissed him, again, pulling Mingi forward by the back of the neck, stabbing the joint out in the bottom of the ashtray and pushing their mouths together.
Yunho’s mouth is hot, wet and languid as Mingi’s hands push through the exposed skin of his chest. Yunho’s back is smooth, muscular, and he makes a quiet sound into Mingi’s mouth, and when he opened for his tongue, his chest rumbled at the sensation.
“You’re so hot.” Mingi couldn’t help but confess.
“You should see yourself.”
They kiss until Mingi’s mouth feels soft with it, tingly, until he wondered how red his lips are. It’s better than just about anything he can remember. And when their tongue suddenly dived into his, Mingi completely lost his shit. Yunho tasted like the punch he made, a little weed, and something spicy that Mingi relaxed into the couch.
He ended up on his back with Yunho on half on top of him, one thigh pushed between his legs.
“This isn’t the plan,” Yunho pressed his face against Mingi’s neck. “I didn’t get you high just so that we could – ah – make out like teenagers.”
“Huh?”
And now he was squirming on the mattress. His hands clenched and unclenched. The front of his shorts tented and oh so slowly a wet spot spread from where Yunho could see the shape of his cockhead. Mingi arched. He twitched. He made these soft, needy noises.
Dang, this weed is really bringing out the whore in him.
“Looks like you have a problem there.” Yunho pointed out, grinning.
“Oh that! That’s nothing.” Mingi assured, waving it off. “I can rub this one out at home it’s fine.”
“Okay, cool, cool.”
They stare at each other intently for a couple of seconds.
“Want me to take care of that?”
“Yes.” Mingi answered a little too quickly and soon his mouth was on Yunho’s again. Yunho straddled him, and this time Mingi doesn’t shove him to the ground unceremoniously like last time and pulled their body together to bath in the heat.
It's not like Yunho minded people enjoying his muscles, but after a couple of moments of gentle touches that stayed above the waist, he realized he's going to have to keep things moving if he wants to go any further tonight. When one of Mingi's hands strays down to just above the hem of his underwear and then freezes, Yunho grabbed his wrist and eased his hand down over his cock.
“O-oh.” Mingi stuttered.
No way. No way that the thing he’s been nutting to for the past two years could just suddenly, randomly, come to pass like this. So easily.
"Just like that," Yunho groaned throatily. Mingi looked shocked, but his fingers curled around the shape of Yunho's cock through the fabric. He's a little clumsy, either because of the weed or the unfamiliar angle, but Yunho made soothing, encouraging sounds and rocked his hips to rub the head of his cock against the warmth of Mingi's palm.
Mingi was being weirdly quiet, eyes fixed on the bulge of Yunho's dick grinding into his hand, but he doesn't protest when Yunho pulled back to shove his underwear down to tangle around his thighs. This time Mingi reached out, and his hand is even better on Yunho's bare cock, tight grip stroking firmly.
"So, is this because of me, or because of the weed?" Mingi asked as he closed his hand around Yunho's hard cock.
Maybe the rumors of hospitalizing someone after gagging on it were true after all, because Yunho was not only blessed in length, but girth as well. Yunho was packing an A yaoi dick inside his pants.
"A little bit of both?" Yunho moaned softly as Mingi started moving his hand. He reached for Mingi's cock, and started caressing the hardness. There was a drop of precome at the tip, and Yunho smeared it over the head with his finger, making Mingi moan in turn.
"Fuck, Yunho...You’re so big. That’s – it’s – colossal."
Titan, his brain unhelpfully supplies. But now’s not the time to think about the latest chapter of his favorite manga.
"Feels good?"
Mingi nodded. "Yeah." Yunho settled on his lap, straddling it so their cocks were very close, their hands touching as they stroked each other. "Harder," he whispered, then moaned again when Yunho tightened his grip a little.
Yunho enjoyed seeing the expressions that cross Mingi's face while his hand is wrapped around their cocks - nerves, fascination, and an intent gaze where the tip of Mingi's tongue slips barely out to rest on his bottom lip, mouth gaping a little.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” The weed coursing through his blood was making him giggly. And all he could think about was the fact he was jerking off a star varsity who made at least three appearances in national tv.
Mingi must have saved Joseon in his past life.
“Best believe it baby.”
There were no more words after that, just the sound of their breathing - getting heavier and faster - and moans and groans. Not only from them, but from the others too. But Mingi focused on Yunho's lips as he captured them in a messy kiss as they got increasingly desperate for release. Not long after that, Mingi let out a small whimper and then shuddered against Yunho.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, mmh… Y-Yunho!”
His words drawled out of him between breathes, losing himself to the thick waves of pleasure that jolted his core.
“Yeah, yeah go on baby, cum for me.” Yunho was quick to follow, hot come spattering over his toned stomach and running over his fingers.
It was just too hot, feeling Yunho come, and knowing it was his doing. Mingi stared at the ceiling, and he wasn’t aware how much the room was filled with obscene noises until now.
“Is Mingi – is that Mingi’s dick out the air?” Jongho squinted, but his vision was a little fuzzy around the edges.
Yeosang scooped one of Jongho's hands from where it's resting on his knee, clenched into a fist, and lifted it to his chest. Jongho's fingers cautiously uncurled, and then his calloused palm and rough fingertips are pressing into one of Yeosang's pecs.
"Wanna touch me?" Yeosang asked enticingly.
“I-I can do that?”
“And much more.” Yeosang snickered.
Jongho lifted his other hand without being prompted, eyes glued to where his fingers splay over Yeosang's sleek skin. His lips are parted, tongue glistening wet behind his teeth, gaze bleary and a little unfocused, but he still looked immaculate anyways.
He really wants to kiss him and as if the other read his mind, Yeosang whispered, “Come here.”
Jongho is slow and steady when Yeosang wanted fast and messy.
Jongho would be happy to stand here for some ridiculously long stretch of time, kissing him deep and slow like they've got all the time in the world. They probably don’t. He’s pretty fucking sure a giant meteorite will strike the earth in the next second and wake him up from this fantasy.
Staying close so that Yeosang's hands doesn't leave his chest, Jongho rolled up to his knees and tries to conceal the embarrassing boner between his legs. He's only half-hard, but he's getting there quickly, dick already swelling into the gap of his fly.
“Can I get this off?”
Unlike his hyungs, Jongho was competent. He knew what’s about to happen. Besides, everyone around them were already fucking each other like animals in heat and he’s not stupid to be left out.
Jongho started slipping them out of his loose trouser and fuck, Yeosang wasn’t even wearing underwear. But the one that took his breath away was the sight between Yeosang’s legs, asides from his pretty cock curved into hardness, a glass plug was lodged in his rim.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Jongho must have been staring intently at the sight before him because Yeosang started to nudge him in the shoulder with his foot.
“Like what you see?”
Even his wet dreams wouldn’t come close with how filthy Yeosang looked. Who would have known the reticent smartass of the university was a kinky fucker? Certainly not Jongho.
“Very,” Jongho gulped, “Very much… can I, is it okay if I—”
“Why do you think I’m spreading my legs for you Jongho?”
Jongho gasped as his hand hesitantly moved to the other’s ass, placing his thumb right onto the base of the plug where the gleaming glass was attached, pressing it.
Yeosang let out a moan, grabbing the arm rest.
“Fuck—"
His mind was spinning, pressing the plug again, pushing it even further into him, making Yeosang groan softly and push back into the touch.
This was going beyond satisfying his urges at this point. The weed buzzing through his senses was one thing, but this… this was absolutely unreal.
Jongho moved his fingers from pushing the plug further into him, moving them down his crack, running it between his fingers, making Yeosang give out some soft whiny noise.
“This really fits you, Yeosang.”
“Glad you thinks so.” Yeosang panted as he glanced back at him, wiggling his ass back a bit and making the plug swing slightly.
“Yeah,” Jongho breathed, gaze darkening. “You have no idea.”
He placed both hands to grab onto his ass, enjoying how his large hands looked on Yeosang’s body. His right hand then went to the plug’s round base, grabbing it and wiggling it a bit as he pressed it further in. Yeosang moaned, backing up his ass into it.
Shutting his eyes, Jongho had to collect himself for a moment. If he didn’t, he was definitely gonna lose it right then and there. He opened his mouth again to ask.
“If you’re going to ask permission one more time I’m gonna tie you up and let you watch me fuck myself on a dildo.”
That – certainly sealed the deal.
As tempting as the threat was, Jongho took it to himself to slide his hands down to the meat of Yeosang’s ass hanging off the edge of the couch where his heels dig in. Jongho pulled his cheeks apart, and call it weed-courage but he dives right in, tongue twisting over Yeosang’s hole before pressing in, forcing the tight muscle to let him in.
“Ahh! Oh, fuck, yeah. Yes, yes, so good.” Yeosang moaned wantonly. “Put your fingers in me. Please, please Jongho, sir, please put it in me.”
Jongho let’s out an unflattering groan at the sudden petname and it wasn’t long before two of his fingers slipped inside.
“Oh my g—Jongho, ah. I knew they’d feel perfect.” Yeosang moaned, the hand falling from his mouth to join the other one in Jongho’s hair.
Jongho’s pretty sure he is going to have hourly wet dreams from Yeosang’s choked out moans alone as he kept fucking him with his fingers.
He’s is burning up, and every second Jongho was close to creaming his pants. The moans reverbating inside the room were overwhelming enough, and he can’t even concentrate to even start taking off his pants when he was fingering Kang fucking Yeosang in front of everyone.
“Thought about this, fuck, I’d been fucking myself imagining it was you.”
“You thought about this?”
Yeosang licked his lips. “Every single day you held a pen Jongho. Couldn’t stop, ah fuck, couldn’t stop thinking how thick and pretty your fingers are.”
Yeosang’s got a white knuckle grip in Jongho’s red hair and it burned, but Jongho ignored it in favor of pressing his fingers in deeper, thrusting in and out of Yeosang’s tight rim. Jongho gripped his ass tighter, pulling his cheeks as far as they will go as he presses three digits tightly, lube squelching against his ass.
“Jongho, don’t stop. Don’t stop please.” The other begged, throwing his head back. “I’m gonna—g-gonna—”
Thick white spurts began shooting out of Yeosang’s member, all over his stomach, and all Jongho could think was how he had made Yeosang cum.
He did that. Him. A double major in math and economics. This should forever go down in the hall of fame of his home department.
“Did I… do good?” Jongho timidly asked, mess of lube dripping down his fingers.
And apparently, Yeosang had the stamina of a racer when he was pushed back to the mattress and he said, “Better if you rail me right now.”
From the other side, San was just purely dazed as he watched the events unfold. Everything was a little hazy, a little funny, and there’s an array of colors dancing in his vision as he traced the dust above the ceiling.
“I didn’t appreciate you ditching me back there Sannie.” He didn’t realize Wooyoung was already tracing circles on his hand. “No one has ever done that to me before.”
“I panicked.” San reasoned with a lazy smile, “It’s not every day pretty boys give me a lap dance.”
San started feeling warm from the inside, but he’s getting a little better with the joint, or maybe he’s just stopped feeling so stupid about not knowing what he was doing. Who knows?
They trade a few more hits, with the dance major, tapping his cig into the ashtray, the curve of his thighs pushing up against the edges of his cutoff jean shorts.
Wooyoung hummed, and pretty soon he detached his gorgeous lips from the bong to lap in his mouth instead.
“Wooyoung...”
Wooyoung, clearly not giving a single fuck about the people who are still watching them, kept planting kisses to his lips whilst rubbing his pecs, feeling and squeezing them hastily. Soon he was sucking his tongue and licking his mouth, catching him off-guard.
“A-Ah, Wooyoung” San gasped. “We have...time — ah!” He was interrupted when Wooyoung cupped his crotch.
“I’m gonna suck you off m’kay?" asked Wooyoung as he dropped to his knees on the ground between his thighs. Jesus. “I wanna suck you off Sannie. I’ve been wanting to since that day you sat on my desk.”
San swallowed hard under that intense stare before he let his mouth flap open and closed in its best impersonation of a fish.
"Okay.” He managed to say. But he doubts any lucky guy on his spot would answer dumbly knowing an Aurora was willingly offering himself to them.
The dancer got him to lean back as he rested his head against the edge of the couch cushions. He had leverage this way, body arching taut above Wooyoung – who looked tiny trapped between his legs as he unzipped his pants to the floor until San's hard-on only centimeters from his face.
Then Wooyoung paused, smirking at the sight of his Spongebob-themed boxers.
“Cute.”
Truth be told San really came to this little get-together with the only intention of studying with his friends and getting to know the Auroras – it’s not everyday cool people invite him over – so the last thing that crossed San’s mind in choosing his getup was his choice of underwear.
But he didn’t even have time to be embarrassed when Wooyoung freed his member from its mortifying confines and lets his cock prod his lips.
“You like this?” Wooyoung hummed, guiding his hand to his own dick. San felt stupid holding his own erection not knowing what to do with the presence of the vixen in front of him. “Slap it on my face Sannie c’mon.”
What. The. Fuck.
San should know what he’s doing. Of course he should. Even if he was an ex-volunteer at church, he was no prude, so he definitely should know how to slap someone’s face with his own dick. Totally.
Carefully, San moved his hand to nudge his cock across the other’s cheek, groaning at the contrast of the angry red at the other’s smooth tan.
“C’mon harder.” Wooyoung urged.
Harder. Okay, San can do harder. He tried again, this time his cock smacking obscenely against his face.
“Don’t be shy, harder!”
Just when he was fairly confident of his swaffling skills, in the heat of the moment, he moved the wrong side of his hand, ending up slapping Wooyoung for real who tumbled at the side at the impact.
“Oh my god—fuck! I’m sorry!”
As fast as he fell, Wooyoung got back up, a hand on his jaw and gaze heavy on him.
For a second San thought, yep, that was it, he definitely ruined the moment, the weed’s spell started being replaced by the guilt of slapping an Aurora, and San suddenly wanted to book the next flight to Iceland to become a hermit.
“That was so fucking hot!” Wooyoung growled, and with his mouth falling open, wet heat began to surround San’s cock.
His hands instinctively flies to Wooyoung’s hair again, gripping tightly, and he made a frantic panicked noise.
"Holy shit!" San said quickly between panting breaths, and Wooyoung's grip goes slack. "Wooyoung," he added breathlessly. This time Wooyoung's moan is drawn out and eager.
“So delicious.” Wooyoung mumbled, cupping his tongue against the head. His entire body felt like it was being swallowed in a fire that made his toes curl in pleasure.
The rumors were true.
Wooyoung was an Olympic medalist in sucking dick.
“Fuck my mouth Sannie.” Wooyoung grumbled, voice hoarse.
Hands braced on the back of the other’s head, San started fucking Wooyoung's mouth in earnest. The drag of slickness and heat are overwhelming, and San's mouth dropped open on a moan.
He's shoving Wooyoung's head back into the couch cushions with each thrust, rubbing the head of his dick against the top of Wooyoung's mouth, back and forth.
Each thrust made slick, sticky noises – Wooyoung's drooling, probably over-relaxed from the weed, and San's dick tends to leak everywhere the moment he gets turned on so he's probably contributing to the situation.
“Cum in my face.” Wooyoung pulls out, breathless. “Kitty needs his milk.”
Then he opened his mouth, tongue lolling out and, really, it’s all it takes for San to tip over.
He opened his mouth to warn the other and but cried out instead, back arching as his whole body snapped tight and he shuddered. He faintly hears Wooyoung gagging a little, but San worked his hips slowly, grinding his dick into the slick mess to ride out the waves of his climax.
When he lolled his head to the side, the first thing he saw, although blurry, was someone getting fucked on the kitchen counter doggy-style. Someone was bent obscenely on the arm rest, cock on his mouth while its owner was smoking blunt. A pair were chasing each other butt-naked around the room, before the taller one pushed the other by the door and started stroking his dick.
They went more for a couple of rounds, San couldn’t count how much, but the last thing he saw was Wooyoung above him before blacking out.
“Seonghwa…”
“Seonghwa hyung...”
“Jongho, I think he died.”
“Fuck, does that mean Mingi gets his Crush on You shirt collection?”
“Did you see him? Hongjoong practically ran him dry for four rounds.”
“They went for four rounds?!”
“I don’t know! Hyung was like the Superman of sex for a second there.”
“It’s the weed wasn’t it?”
“Why are you ruling out the idea of Seonghwa-hyung being some immortal sex machine?”
“Please shut the fuck up.” Seonghwa groaned, rubbing his temple.
When he opened his eyes he saw Jongho in his shirt and boxers and San wrapped in a bathrobe towering over him.
“Oh good your alive.” Jongho sighed in relief. “We were just verbally drafting your will.”
Alive? Will? Just how long has he been out?
“I think I’m paralyzed so let me sleep back.” Seonghwa was ready to snuggle back to the pillow in the couch – god, he hoped it was clean – but Jongho had his annoyingly strong arms around his shoulder ushering him to stand.
“Yeah no can do. Mingi is engaged in an epic battle with Yunho’s coffee machine and we don’t want to pay for anything so we need you.”
Seonghwa sighed, taking the shirt from San’s hand and putting it on. “What would you nitwits do without me.”
And true to his words, a half-naked Mingi with a pan in one hand as a makeshift shield was protecting himself from the motoric whirs of the kitchen’s coffee machine.
“I think it’s gonna explode.” Mingi flinched, “Hyung I can’t die, who will rightfully inherit my hard drive of lifetime anime supply?”
“I’d take it.”
“I would rather take it to my grave than give it to you Jongho.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Seonghwa pressed the button on the side of the device, eventually turning off the thing and restoring the silence in the room.
Mingi scratched his head, “Aha! I knew it was that button!”
“Give me some of that.” Seonghwa grumpily took the mug from the taller to fill it with his own fix of caffeine before heading to the table.
“Uh, hyung, I wouldn’t sit there if I were you.”
Taking a sip, Seonghwa quirked a brow, “Why?”
“San fucked Wooyoung in that table.”
“What the hell!” Seonghwa grimaced, almost choking on his coffee as he gets up. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?! San!”
“I-I didn’t mean to!” San quickly countered. “Wooyoung was all insistent about it and I-I… I was high! What was I supposed to do?”
“Uh, not fuck on the table where people eat?”
“Hyung,” Mingi gave him a look, “I don’t think they would mind after what just happened. Also…” He leaned against the fridge, “Are we not gonna talk about what the hell just happened?”
Their eyes naturally gravitated to the center of the room where the Auroras were napping, naked under a blanket and cuddling each other like a whole meal served in a silver platter. If anyone weren’t in their right mind, they would quickly assume they were in heaven and the four gorgeous angels in front of them were the reward for their valiance.
But no, weed aside, Seonghwa, San, Mingi and Jongho were very much sober and still in Yunho’s mansion while contemplating their existence.
“I just saw your naked butt Mingi, I think I need a moment to process the emotional and mental trauma that brought me.” Jongho shuddered.
“Don’t pretend Yeosang didn’t just suck off the living daylight out of you in that coffee table. I saw that shit in 4K and I would gladly accept cash to compensate for my destroyed adulthood.”
“Ah shit here we go again.” Seonghwa groaned in annoyance.
“Do you think they’ll send us away when they wake up?” San suddenly brought up, and the question silenced them.
It was quiet, as if everyone was contemplating their answer. They open their mouth. Then close it again. Open it as if a sensible reason finally hit their mind, but shut it just as fast when they counter their own argument.
And eventually, they reached a decision as they silently start gathering their stuff.
Ten minutes later – they could’ve been ready sooner if not for Jongho’s precious book San threw earlier which they spent half the time searching for – they were fully clothed and ready to leave.
“Where are you going?” Not even a step closer to the door, they looked behind their shoulder, and surely enough Hongjoong was stirring from his sleep, pushing away the bodies on top of him. “You guys already leaving?”
“Y-yeah.” One of them managed to answer.
“But why?”
"We figured you didn’t want us around anymore after... that.” Seonghwa replied, nervously clutching at his sweater.
“That’s crazy.” Yeosang yawned, grabbing a robe. “Who said that?”
Yeah, who said that? They ask themselves too, but they just threw awkward glances at each other in pregnant silence.
“Don’t leave.” Someone peeked out from the blanket, Yunho, his messy hair making him look like a giant puppy for some odd reason. “We have to hangout everyday now that you guys are part of us.”
“Everyday?”
“Part of you?”
Mingi and Seonghwa exclaimed at the same time.
“Well duh,” Yeosang scoffed, “You guys are good company. Honestly you’re the only cool ones to hang out with in that hellhole, the rest either want us dead, or wanna be us.”
“True,” Yunho affirmed, “Finally people outside our circle who actually treat us like friends.”
“Not to mention your dick game is hot.” Hongjoong chuckled as he appeared behind Seonghwa to give his crotch a teasing squeeze, and the latter’s knees almost collapsed with how weak it rendered him.
“So was this… some kind of initiation?” San mused, making the Auroras laugh once again.
“Uh, you can call it a team-building exercise if you want.” Wooyoung snickered, standing between them to escort them back to couch. “Shows if we trust each other, or something like that, yeah.”
“Just hot people fucking hot people.”
“A lot of trust was built that’s for sure.” Yunho said cheekily. “Hey if you vibe with us, you vibe with us. Now, ‘m gonna order something to eat, what you guys want?”
Yeosang snuggled besides Jongho, who was still trying to process the plethora of information bombed on them. “Max out your card on pizza I’m fucking starving.”
“And while we all wait…” Wooyoung turned to them, “Who wants to double team me?”
Seonghwa, San, Mingi and Jongho gawk at each other.
This was going to be one long night.