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Jeongguk stood outside the door of an unfamiliar apartment, tapping his foot along with the repetitive beat of an EDM track that was barely muted by thin walls.
“Yo, Jeongguk!”
As the door opened, he was practically assaulted by a strong arm that wrapped around his shoulder and dragged him inside. The air in the apartment was thick and heavy, laden with smoke and sweat. Sungwoo, the owner of said apartment and the man with his arm wrapped around Jeongguk’s shoulders, was a friend-of-a-friend whom Jeongguk had barely spoken two sentences to in his entire life. And yet, a little bit of alcohol seemed to make him everybody’s friend.
Jeongguk greeted the other man by clapping a hand on his back before Sungwoo was quickly distracted by someone new. Left to his own devices, Jeongguk strode further into the apartment, navigating between sweaty and drunk bodies as they bounced to the music. He caught eyes with a few recognizable faces from across the room, including two attractive young women who winked at him and then grabbed onto each other, trying to entice him to join them. Uninterested, he broke their strong gaze.
Another hand clapped him on the shoulder, except significantly gentler. He spun around and was face to face with Yugyeom, his best friend of several years.
“Happy to see you, man!” Yugyeom exclaimed, shouting to be heard over the music.
“You, too,” Jeongguk replied, grinning.
“You’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t even laid eyes on you in weeks,” Yugyeom continued, sending a small pang of guilt through Jeongguk that dissipated almost as quickly as it came. Gesturing broadly around the room, red cup in hand, Yugyeom added, “I’m surprised you’d be up for something like this!”
Jeongguk smirked. “I’m just here for a good time, you know that.”
Yugyeom winked. “Well if you are, I heard the party has already started.”
Both men turned their attention to the nearest bedroom door in the apartment, barely open enough to allow anyone to peek inside.
“Oh, really?” Jeongguk asked, a feeling of desire stirring in his stomach.
“Mhm,” Yugyeom murmured. “Heard they started about half an hour ago.”
“Sounds like I showed up just in time.”
With a sly wink, Jeongguk separated from Yugyeom and walked slowly toward the bedroom door. Through the small, open gap, he could barely make out the outlines of several naked or barely-clothed bodies in motion. Slowly, painstakingly nudging the door open, he was greeted by a new wave of hot air and the heady smell of sex.
There were about ten people in the room, all in various states of undress and all focused with rapt attention to the naked body on the bed in the center of the room. Jeongguk recognized most of the faces and nodded in acknowledgement before turning his own attention to the young man gasping in shallow breaths on the bed.
Park Jimin. Jeongguk recognized him, of course. Jimin was well-known among their various intermingling social circles for being everybody’s wet dream. No matter gender or orientation, Jeongguk had frequently overheard and even partaken in several conversations surrounding the man’s breathtaking beauty and sensuality. From what little he knew about Jimin, he was well aware that the man loved to play up the fact that he was wanted by everybody. A classic tease.
Now, writhing on a bed with his wrists tied to the headboard by a red silk scarf, Jimin looked the absolute picture of sex. His cheeks were tinged pink and a soft flush of colour was visible on his chest. His fingers could do no more than grasp desperately at the scarf tangled around his hands. His eyes were closed, head thrown back in ecstasy as he surrendered to pleasure.
As difficult as it was to remove his gaze from Jimin, Jeongguk shifted his attention to the man whose head was slowly bobbing up and down between Jimin’s legs. Taehyung, he recalled. They had met before at another party or a club—Jeongguk couldn’t quite remember. His eyes followed the man’s tongue as it swirled around the head of Jimin’s stiff cock before swallowing him all the way down to the hilt. Jimin responded with small thrusts of his hips before Taehyung’s large hands reached up to hold him still, forcing Jimin to simply take what was being given to him.
Jimin’s mouth dropped open and he let out a choked gasp as Taehyung increased his speed, clearly determined to make Jimin come. And yet, as Jimin’s chest began to rise and fall at a faster rate and his muscles were pulled taught, Taehyung released him with an audible pop. Jimin sagged down into the bed, breathing heavily as his cock twitched painfully. With a sly smirk, Taehyung got up from the bed and stepped away, but not before playfully slapping Jimin’s thigh and earning another sharp gasp from him.
Cockily wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Taehyung turned toward the other occupants in the room and asked, “who’s next?”
It was then that Jeongguk began to properly identify several other people around him. He recognized Namjoon from one of his university courses, the man’s sharp eyes making him stand out among the rest. Namjoon’s longtime partner, Seokjin, was sensually running his hand across Namjoon’s chest, rising goosebumps in his wake. Beside Seokjin stood Hoseok and Yoongi whom he had hung out with several times before—the two were a close-knit couple and polar opposites of each other. Where Hoseok was friendly and chatty, Yoongi was more reserved and rather quiet, which was why Jeongguk was rather surprised as Yoongi stepped up to the bed, approaching Jimin with an air of confidence Jeongguk hadn’t seen from him before.
As he climbed onto the bed, spreading Jimin’s legs a bit wider, Yoongi made direct eye contact with Jeongguk. “Jeon,” he acknowledged with a curt nod.
Jeongguk thought he heard a sudden intake of breath from Jimin, but he couldn’t be sure if his mind had fabricated it or not.
Yoongi trailed his hands up Jimin’s thighs, watching closely as he started to tremble. In a low voice, he asked, “You want to come, don’t you?”
Jimin could only respond with a high-pitched whine.
“Let’s see if we can make you come, then.”
Jeongguk watched as Yoongi gently prodded at Jimin’s entrance with his middle finger. Raising an eyebrow and staring Jimin dead in the eyes, he slowly and torturously pulled out a plug from his hole. A squelching sound filled the room as Jimin keened.
“Nice of you to prepare for us,” Yoongi mumbled. He replaced the plug with two of his fingers, slowly adjusting Jimin to the new intrusion. Jimin threw his head back once more, his eyelashes fluttering at the sensation. Yoongi took his time, dragging out more pleased sounds from Jimin’s mouth as he thrust his fingers in and out.
Jeongguk was starting to feel his chest get hot. Quietly, so as not to disrupt the ongoing show, he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. His belt was next to follow, allowing him to unbutton and unzip his jeans to relieve some of the pressure on his growing erection.
Yoongi’s pace started to increase as he shifted angles, no doubt assaulting Jimin’s prostate with his fingertips. Jimin let out a long and low moan, grasping onto the silk scarf again. He started to wiggle his hips, meeting the thrust of Yoongi’s fingers and chasing his first orgasm. Yoongi made no effort to stop him.
Jeongguk saw the exact moment when Jimin’s climax washed over him, as his muscles pulled as taught as a bowstring and his hips started to jerk erratically. His chest heaved while his cock twitched, come spurting onto his toned stomach. Yoongi continued thrusting at a rapid pace until Jimin let out a wail, letting him know that the overstimulation was just too much. Taking care so as not to upset him, Yoongi slowly pulled his fingers out and eased himself out from between Jimin’s knees, prompting Jimin to sigh in relief as his legs fell closed once more.
Jeongguk wet his lips, watching in lust and awe as Jimin came down from his high. His heaving chest gradually returned to normal breathing and his hands went lax, suspended in the silk fabric. He slowly blinked, unseeing eyes moving weakly around the room. Jeongguk followed his gaze, watching as Hoseok sank to his knees to take Yoongi into his mouth. There were a few unrecognizable faces in the room that Jeongguk finally acknowledged. The only woman in the room was gasping and bracing herself against the wall while a man on his knees below her sucked and licked at her clit. Two other men, both rather large in stature, were slowly stroking themselves while looking between Hoseok, the woman, and Jimin.
Namjoon and Seokjin approached the bed next and Jeongguk found himself gasping softly. Both men were well-endowed—impressively so. Namjoon settled himself between Jimin’s legs while Seokjin proceeded to straddle Jimin’s chest, reaching out and smoothing the blond’s hair back gently.
“You doing okay?” Seokjin asked.
Jimin nodded and uttered a quiet “mhm.”
“Ready for the two of us?”
Jimin let his jaw relax, his mouth falling open. He nodded and looked up, fluttering his eyelashes flirtatiously at Seokjin.
Immediately upon receiving consent, Seokjin leaned his hips forward until the tip of his cock was between Jimin’s glistening pink lips. Jimin held his gaze while Seokjin slowly eased himself inside and allowed him to adjust. Jeongguk’s dick twitched as he watched Jimin hollow his cheeks, sucking hard on Seokjin’s cock.
While Seokjin began to slowly thrust in and out of Jimin’s mouth, Namjoon manhandled Jimin’s flexible legs until his knees were almost pressed to his stomach. He aligned the tip of his cock to Jimin’s entrance, stroking up and down his perineum before gingerly pushing his cock inside.
Jimin’s whole body tensed at the large intrusion, prompting Seokjin to cease his thrusts. Jimin’s nostrils flared as he breathed deeply, eyes clenched shut as Namjoon started to go deeper. By the time Namjoon bottomed out, Jimin was practically gasping for air around Seokjin’s cock.
Neither man moved for a minute in order to allow Jimin to settle down. When his plump lips wrapped around Seokjin once more, Seokjin began to slowly fuck Jimin’s mouth. Namjoon followed shortly afterward, thrusting forcefully in and out of him. The bed rattled and shook, the headboard banging against the wall. Jeongguk was sure most of the other party guests were already aware of what was happening, but if they weren’t, they certainly knew now.
Namjoon readjusted his angle, holding Jimin’s legs to his chest as he fucked into him with reckless abandon. Jimin moaned wantonly, muffled by Seokjin’s cock. Jeongguk thought he could see the glittering shine of tears begin to gather at the corner of his eyes as he breathed deeply through his nose.
Unable to hold back anymore, Jeongguk pulled his cock from his pants and began to stroke himself slowly. He didn’t plan on coming any time soon, ready to drag this out as long as Jimin was willing, but his aching erection begged to feel some relief.
Jimin’s moans became higher pitched and broke off repeatedly from the cock in his mouth. Seokjin reached a hand down and grasped onto Jimin’s hair, prompting a cut-off gurgle from Jimin as he thrust into his throat. Jimin took it like a champion, closing his eyes to focus on the pleasure and his breathing.
Just as Jeongguk thought Namjoon couldn’t go any harder, the man picked up the pace and pulled a muffled scream from Jimin’s chest. Chasing his orgasm, Namjoon wrapped a large hand around Jimin’s flushed cock and tugged once, twice, three times before Jimin was coming all over his stomach again. His eyes rolled back into his head as Seokjin kept pounding into his mouth, chasing his own climax before spilling down Jimin’s throat. Namjoon followed shortly after, his thrusts growing inconsistent as he rode out his orgasm. His hands grasped onto Jimin’s thighs hard enough to leave dark purple bruises behind.
As the three men on the bed stilled to catch their breath, each flushed various shades of pink, the two men whom Jeongguk hadn’t recognized began to approach. They gathered on either side of the bed, gently smoothing their hands up and down Jimin’s arms, legs, and face. They were clearly eager to have their turn.
On wobbly legs, Seokjin eased himself off of Jimin’s chest and off the bed, turning to capture Namjoon in a rough kiss. Namjoon pulled away after a moment to ease himself out of Jimin, causing the younger man to let out a soft cry.
“It’s okay, baby, we’ll fill you again soon,” commented one of the two men who were smoothing their hands around Jimin’s body. Both of them began an onslaught on his nipples, flicking and pinching them as Jimin writhed around and gasped in short breaths. The smaller of the two men snickered, kneeling down beside Jimin’s body to latch his teeth onto his left nipple. Meanwhile, the larger man took Namjoon’s place at Jimin’s hips, running his hands up and down his thighs.
Without any warning, the larger man thrust two thick fingers into Jimin’s hole, causing him to squeal and tense up. The man chuckled darkly. “Too soon?”
Jimin didn’t reply, giving both men the silent go-ahead to continue. Jeongguk watched carefully as Jimin’s eyes remained tightly shut. He was clearly overstimulated but it was also clear that he was enjoying the feeling as his mouth started to drop open again.
As the smaller man continued to bite on and around Jimin’s nipples, leaving dark red marks wherever he went, the larger man began to cover himself in lube from a bottle that had been lying at the bottom of the bed. His cock wasn’t very long, but what he lacked in length he made up for in thickness.
He haphazardly thrust three lubed fingers inside Jimin in an attempt to prepare him for what was to come. Jimin moaned loudly and visibly tried to relax his body, his legs falling open again.
When he felt Jimin was adequately stretched out, the larger man wasted no time thrusting himself inside. Jimin screamed loudly before breaking off into a long moan, his eyes still squeezed shut. He pulled against the silk scarf, desperate to grasp anything with his hands, but they remained tied tightly to the headboard.
Jeongguk stopped stroking himself, gripping his cock at the base to stop himself from coming. Jimin’s moans were too erotic to handle. He was starting to drool, his tongue lolling out of his mouth while he was being pounded into.
Suddenly, the man on his nipples pulled back and looked at the other. “Do you think he could take us both?”
“Oh, fuck.” The larger man moaned, rolling his eyes in pleasure at the thought.
Before either could entertain the idea, Jimin twisted his wrist and tapped his fingernail twice against the wooden headboard.
For the first time since entering the room, Jeongguk finally spoke up. “Not a good idea.”
The man thrusting into Jimin glared at him but refused to argue. Then, almost as though their brief sidebar never happened, he moaned deeply and began to move his hips even faster.
The smaller man kneeled closer to Jimin’s face and began rapidly fisting his cock. “I’m gonna come all over those thick lips of yours,” he groaned out, biting his lip.
Jimin parted his lips slightly, waiting for the hot splash of come to hit his face. He didn’t have to wait long as the man followed through on his promise only a minute later. Come spilled over his lips and down his chin, as well as some on his neck and upper chest. Jimin’s tongue darted out to lick up whatever he could reach.
At that lewd sight, the man fucking into him increased his pace slightly before he, too, was coming. He uttered a long and low moan, grasping onto Jimin’s thighs and undoubtedly leaving more bruises alongside Namjoon’s.
The two men slowly but surely moved away from the bed, leaving Jimin open for the whole room to once again stare at his pornographic state. His cheeks were flushed pink as come slowly dripped down his neck. His nipples were hard and sensitive, practically burning red and covered in teeth marks and hickeys from the other man’s attack on his chest. His thighs were covered in bruises and shaking from exertion. His cock was erect and twitching, begging for another release. His hole was gaping and leaking out lube and come, practically announcing that someone else should come and finish him off.
Jeongguk took it upon himself to step out of the remainder of his clothing, deciding that it was finally his turn after patiently waiting.
As he approached the bed, Jimin’s eyes lazily followed him and he pulled his plump bottom lip in between his teeth.
“Can you go one more round?” Jeongguk asked, absentmindedly tracing his fingertip around in the small pool of come on Jimin’s stomach. Jimin sighed softly, watching through heavy eyelids as Jeongguk stuck his finger in his mouth, swirling his tongue around what he had collected of Jimin’s come.
“Please,” he whimpered pitifully.
Smirking, Jeongguk took his time, sweeping his eyes over Jimin’s body and admiring all of the little details he couldn’t see from across the room. He occasionally allowed himself to touch or pinch, satisfied by the little ‘mm’s and ‘oh!’s that he drew from Jimin’s parted lips. He tugged gently at his right nipple, watching it flare an angry red from being abused all night. The pain and pleasure combined caused Jimin to arch his back, but Jeongguk couldn’t tell if he was pulling away or leaning into the sensation.
Jeongguk had always been one to stop and admire art whenever he saw it. Jimin looked like an erotic painting, like something ethereal and untouchable and yet here he was, squirming in desperation as Jeongguk dragged his fingertips slowly down his stomach, inching closer and closer to his weeping cock. He slid his hand along his hip and down his thigh, bypassing the part where Jimin wanted to be touched the most. He traced the outlines of the handprints and bruises, admiring the different shades of purple, blue, and red.
His hand stilled when Jimin finally reached a breaking point. “Please,” he begged, louder this time.
“What do you want, Jimin?” Jeongguk asked, voice husky.
Jimin breathed deeply. “Please fuck me.”
“That’s all?” Jeongguk teased, his hand still tracing circles on the inside of Jimin’s thigh.
Jimin’s breath hitched. “...and make me come.”
Jeongguk winked. “Good boy.”
With no further delay, he climbed onto the bed and lowered himself until he was eye-level with Jimin’s cock. A small stream of come dribbled down the underside, so Jeongguk flattened his tongue and ran it along Jimin’s shaft until he reached the head.
Jimin’s unabashed moan rang in his ears, the sound going straight to his own cock. He wrapped his lips around Jimin’s head and flicked his tongue against the hole before pulling away, a small string of precome still attaching his lips to Jimin’s cock.
Leaning back, he shifted his attention to Jimin’s entrance, admiring the leaking fluids that pooled on the bed below him.
“Looks like you’re all ready for me,” he murmured, folding Jimin in half and pressing his legs to his chest.
All Jimin could do was whine in response. He was utterly wrecked, desperate to feel some relief.
Jeongguk knew he had a decent cock—long enough to reach wherever necessary and thick enough to provide a satisfying stretch and burn. However, he had never before felt as confident as he did at the very moment he began to slide inside of Jimin.
Jimin moaned loud and long, relishing the drag of Jeongguk’s cock as he pushed into the hot, wet heat. Jeongguk uttered a groan himself, overwhelmed at the velvety feeling of being inside Jimin’s walls. He entered slowly, almost painfully so, wishing to drag this experience out as long as possible. He knew once he started thrusting in earnest that neither of them would last very long.
He still had a little bit to go before completely bottoming out, but he stopped moving briefly so he could get a good look at Jimin’s face. The blond was openly panting at this point, damp hair stuck to his sweat-slicked forehead. His eyes were half-lidded and Jeongguk watched as a lone tear slipped down his cheek. He felt Jimin clench around his cock, almost making Jeongguk see stars. Jeongguk took the signal and began to move again.
He dragged himself out slightly before pushing in faster than before, filling Jimin more and more until he had bottomed out. He barely gave either of them time to adjust before he jerked his hips back and thrust forward again, picking up a steady pace.
Jimin bit down on his bottom lip in an attempt to keep quiet, but a staccato of whines were forced from his throat. Jeongguk applied more pressure to his thighs, folding his legs back even further. Jimin keened loudly as Jeongguk reached a new depth, his eyes flying open and his jaw going lax.
Jeongguk increased his pace, hammering into Jimin and nailing his prostate with each thrust. Sweat started to bead along his forehead but it didn’t matter. Nothing in the room mattered, despite the burning eyes that Jeongguk could feel on his back. Background noises were filtered out and suddenly the only things he could hear were Jimin’s moans and whimpers as Jeongguk fucked into him as hard and fast as he could.
“Oh f-fuck, please, Jeongguk—”
“Almost there, baby,” Jeongguk grunted in reply.
“Please, please, I’m so close—”
Jeongguk watched in awe as Jimin’s eyes rolled back into his head. At the same second, he clenched down tighter around Jeongguk’s cock as his climax exploded throughout his body. Jimin’s thighs twitched under Jeongguk’s fingertips and Jeongguk couldn’t hold himself back anymore, spilling deep inside of him with a drawn out groan. He continued to pound into him, riding out both of their orgasms as they moaned wantonly into the heavy air.
When he finally started to come down from his high, Jeongguk noticed how still Jimin’s body had gone. He leaned forward, peering closely down at his face. “Are you still with me, Jimin?”
Jimin hummed in reply. “Blacked out for a second,” he murmured.
Jeongguk soothingly ran his hands up and down Jimin’s legs, grounding him and bringing him back to the present. They both shared a gasp as he gingerly pulled out. He leaned back to watch the steady stream of come leak out of Jimin’s hole, satisfied with his work.
Moving to the top of the bed, he began to untie the silk scarf that had held Jimin’s hands together for the entire night. He gently massaged at the red markings that were left behind. Leaning down into Jimin’s ear, so low that only he could hear, Jeongguk whispered, “You did great, baby.”
Later, as Jeongguk was helping a limping Jimin into their shared apartment, he paused in curiosity. “Jimin?”
Jimin peered back at him through heavy eyelids. “Hm?”
“I’m just curious, but… you’ve done DP before, so why did you say no when those two guys suggested it?”
Jimin grinned weakly. “Didn’t wan’ to be too loose for you,” he replied, slurring his words slightly.
Jeongguk broke into a surprised chuckle, leaning over to plant a kiss on Jimin’s forehead.
Once they got settled into their apartment, with Jimin freshly bathed, thoroughly massaged, and tucked into bed, Jeongguk leaned over him and captured his lips in a slow, passionate kiss.
Jimin placed a soft hand along Jeongguk’s jaw, gazing into his eyes with his own full of love. “Thank you for doing this, love.”
“Anything for you,” Jeongguk replied, moving up to kiss Jimin on the forehead once more.
As Jeongguk stepped away from the bed to leave their bedroom, Jimin’s raspy voice stopped him. “Thank Namjoon for me, too. And the others… for making this whole thing happen.”
Jeongguk grinned, white teeth shining in the dark of the night. “I’m sure they’d be down to do this again, you know. Whenever you’d like.”
Jimin only sighed in contentment as Jeongguk shut the door.