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The list of fan signs and fan calls had been insane for this comeback and all of the members were exhausted. They had agreed that after the last call they would take a break and drink, eat and blow off some steam. They had arranged the break with staff and were assured that after they got home that night they would have the whole weekend to themselves.
Staff had even agreed not to come by or call. Anything they needed could wait until Monday.
The members were elated when they finally got home that day, reassured that their fridge had been well stocked with quick and easy food for the weekend. They had also let them know that a fair amount of soju was on the bottom shelf and that shortly after their arrival, pizza and chicken would be delivered as a congratulatory gift for finishing promotions and fan signs successfully.
“Hyyyuuuuunnnnngggggg.” Dongju whined from where he collapsed face-first onto their couch.
All five members glanced over from the kitchen, but only Geonhak responded.
“YAH. What do you want, brat?” He yelled, throwing a kitchen towel pitifully across the room.
“Sooooooojjjjjjjuuuuuuuuu for Dongjuuuuuuuuu.” He sing songed.
“Get it yourself!” Hwanwoong chimed in, opening his own bottle.
Dongju pouted, but finally pushed himself off the couch and as he headed toward the kitchen Hwanwoong and Keonhee dashed over to claim the couch.
“That's cold Hyungs.” Dongju pouted as he took the soju that was handed to him and returned to the living room.
He considered his options for a minute before laying himself across the laps of the members that had stolen his seat.
“When did you get so heavy?” Keonhee complained dramatically.
His reply came in the form of a huge smile and a middle finger from the maknae.
The hyungs in the kitchen had set about pulling out plates and silverware, taking a break only to grab the delivered food. When everything was set out they called the bickering maknaes back in.
“Play nice kids.” Youngjo joked, picking up his full plate and a half-full bottle of soju and returning to the living room to take the couch for himself.
In the end, the couch ended up occupied by Youngjo and Geonhak who took up the entire space. Seoho perched on the arm next to Youngjo and Dongju stole the computer chair out of their bedroom while Keonhee and Hwanwoong sat on the floor, opposite the couch, using the coffee table for their plates.
Everyone was chatting and laughing as they finished their food and cleaned up. The maknaes finished by stashing away leftovers for the next day and bringing more soju to the table for everyone. They had passed on glasses and were now drinking from the bottles directly. They could all feel their muscles and their tongues loosen considerably as the evening wore on.
“Oh man I’m so exhausted with all of these foreign languages,” Geonhak complained.
“Even I’m tired of them.” Youngjo responded by rubbing his temples.
“Okay, but we all must have stories. I know I have a few. I don’t know if Moons are getting bored or just more creative.” Hwanwoong laughed.
“Creative is one way of putting it I guess.” Keonhee said with an unreadable expression before emptying the rest of his bottle and picking up another.
“Okay I’ll start. I had someone that as soon as my camera turned on and I smiled at them they just collapsed and fainted right there on the call in front of me!” Seoho said, his eyes wide as he retold the story.
“What did you do?!” Dongju asked with a bit of a squeak.
“I hung up! I didn’t know what else to do.” Seoho shrugged with a nervous giggle.
“At least you could escape. I had a girl who started sobbing and spent the entire 2 minutes crying while I just had to sit there and watch her because she couldn’t speak. I felt awful about it.” Geonhak retold regretfully.
“Oh hyung that’s awful.” Dongju started with a giggle.
“I just keep getting these same like 3 girls over and over and over again and they just ask me to do stupid things. I know they’re doing it for clout on SNS but I don’t know how to redirect. I wish they would just stop coming,” Dongju finished with a frown.
“Listen. I had someone come to their fan call in a full cat costume. And I’m not talking like those cute hooded onesies. No, it was like the human furry costumes with the big heads. They refused to take the head off so I could barely understand them. That was the longest 2 minutes of my life.” Youngjo sighed.
“I had someone in a sexy maid costume. It was a girl though.” Keonhee pouted from behind his bottle.
“Oh are you not into girls?” Hwanwoong teased.
“No, I’m into hyung.” Keonhee admitted with a mischievous grin.
The three hyungs exchanged glances with each other and looked back to Keonhee before Youngjo finally spoke.
“Which hyung?”
“Any of you.”
The whole atmosphere of the room changed then as heated glances were exchanged and soju bottles were set aside.
“I had a moon ask me about Youngjo hyung.” Hwanwoong started out in a whisper, his cheeks turning red from more than the alcohol.
“Oh. Tell me more.” Youngjo smiled, leaning forward on his hand.
“They asked me if we were dating. When I asked what they meant they flat out asked if we fucked. Staff overheard them as they were walking by and hung up on them.” Hwanwoong said a bit ruefully. “I like the spicy calls.”
Youngjo sat up smiling a bit self-satisfied with just a slight extra red tinge to the tips of his ears.
“And what would you have told them?” Youngjo smirked.
Hwanwoong looked around blushing. He thought carefully about his next words before speaking.
“Do I need to say it here?” Hwanwoong said with a giggle.
Dongju laughed now. “As if you think we all don’t know what you two get up to. The walls are thin.”
The room grew silent as everyone turned back to their bottles for a few more drinks while they considered where to go from here.
“I’ve managed to have a couple of calls that got… Interesting.” Geonhak said suddenly in the silence of the room.
“Interesting or IN teresting?” Seoho asked with a giggle, clearly exposing the effects of his soju.
“They asked me if Youngjo hyung and I met and became friends over a shared interest in music or dick.”
Dongju who had just taken a drink of his soju ended up choking and spitting a bit of it out as he coughed. Hwanwoong stood up and walked over to the maknae patting him firmly on the back in a mocking attempt at help.
“I just laughed at the time thinking they would back off but then they just started talking about what positions they thought I could do because of my big strong arms.” Geonhak said blushing furiously under the gaze of the other members.
“Positions like what?” Dongju asked a little breathlessly.
“Why are all my calls people asking me to smile? I think I have a nice body too.” Seoho pouted, raising his shirt to look at his own abs.
The show caused Youngjo to giggle brightly and Keonhee to make a noise of distress somewhere between a groan and a moan. Hwanwoong, never missing a chance to lavish attention on another member's body, left Dongju, and moved over to the couch to rub the still exposed stomach. The action made Seoho giggle and fall back into Youngjo’s lap where he was encircled by arms immediately and little kisses were placed on his cheeks as he continued to laugh. But he stopped suddenly and turned his face, capturing Youngjo’s lips with his own.
The kiss was brief, but when they pulled away everyone stared in a mixture of shock and arousal.
“I’ll ask again. Which positions hyung.” Dongju pressed.
The maknae’s pupils were blown wide in arousal now unable to hide the beginning of an erection in his shorts. It caused Geonhak to sit up straighter and blush a little harder.
“Like…” Geonhak’s voice broke slightly and he cleared his throat before continuing. “Like holding one of you against a wall while we…”
“Okay.” Dongju replied, standing suddenly.
“Okay?” Geonhak looked confused.
“Okay. Let’s see if you can fuck me against a wall.” Dongju said getting braver now and moving the chair he was sitting in to leave a bare wall space.
Everyone was smiling and blushing now. But it was Seoho who finally spoke.
“Hyuuung you’re poking me with your dick.”
The whole room split into laughter, and without a word, they seemed to agree that something was about to happen. They all stood to move furniture away and lay out some pillows and blankets on the floor.
“So what else have they suggested?” Hwanwoong asked the group once they had mostly settled into the blankets.
“A Moon asked me if I beg for it. I didn’t know what they meant at first and I said ‘no?’ but they asked if I wanted to beg for it.” Keonhee said sitting on the blankets looking small and a little fragile.
“Do you want to beg for it Keonhee-yah?” Geonhak asked, standing over him and looking down.
All activity in the room stilled as they waited for his answer.
“Yes.” He whispered almost inaudibly.
And with that one small word, everything shifted.
Keonhee tilted his head down and closed his eyes in shame. Youngjo approached Dongju smiling and Hwanwoong scooted closer to Seoho, laying his head on his shoulder.
Geonhak knelt down on one knee in front of Keonhee putting his finger just below the younger man’s chin and tilting his head up again. He could see the unshed tears in the eyes he was staring down into.
“So beg.”
The room seemed to take a collective breath. Dongju was trying to fan himself with his hand until Youngjo wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist and pulled him into his lap. The maknae blushed then, laying his head back against Youngjo’s shoulder he smiled softly before turning and latching on to the older man’s earlobe chewing on it like an excited puppy. The hiss that escaped Youngjo did not go unnoticed by the others in the room, but most of them were too focused on what was going on between Keonhee and Geonhak to bother turning to look.
Hwanwoong felt a little noise of arousal leave his lips as he waited to see what Keonhee’s response would be to Geonhak. Seoho seemed to realize then that they were touching and he reached down to link their fingers together. Hwanwoong smiled up at him receiving one of Seoho’s brilliant smiles that were only reserved for the other members of the group when he was feeling particularly sentimental.
“Is this okay?” Seoho said softly enough not to disturb Keonhee and Geonhak but just loud enough to catch Youngjo’s attention.
Youngjo and Hwanwoong smiled, sharing a knowing look before Hwanwoong turned back to Seoho and Youngjo increased his hold on Dongju.
“Hyungie?” Keonhee asked, voice quivering.
“I’ll give you what you want, Keonhee-yah, but you need to beg for it. Don’t you want to give Hyungie what he’s asking for?” Geonhak said firmly but completely without malice.
“You… you don’t think it's weird?” Keonhee said, blinking back the tears that were threatening to fall.
“I think you need to feel taken care of. You are always caring for us. You care for your hyungs as much as your dongsaengs. But You need to tell us what you need, little one.” Geonhak said with a gentle smile.
Keonhee felt himself gasp at being called little one. It was never something he had ever considered really exploring, but here at this moment in the safety of his members, he felt like he could let go of all the scaffolding he had carefully erected around himself over the years and be vulnerable.
“Please,” he said, voice cracking, causing every head in the room to turn to him. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” Geonhak prompted.
“Please.” Keonhee said, thinking briefly before gaining just a little confidence and throwing his arms around Geonhak’s torso. “Please love me and then ruin me.”
Geonhak laughed lightly, returning the embrace. “How about we do both at the same time?”
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A whine came from Dongju as he watched the pair come to their understanding. He was becoming more desperate for someone to throw him up against the wall with every second that passed.
“And what can Hyung do for you puppy?” Youngjo questioned focusing his full attention on the maknae.
“I want to do what they asked Geonhak… If you think you’re strong enough.” Dongju challenged, with a playful look.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard into that wall that you’ll be reminded every time you walk into this room,” Youngjo said with a grin.
“Oh. Why is that?” Dongju asked casually.
“Because we’re going to crack the drywall.”
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“Woong-ah you know I’m not good at this kind of thing.” Seoho said nervously.
“It’s okay hyung. I know what I want. I’ll just take it.” Hwanwoong smiled predatorily.
Seoho giggled then as Hwanwoong pulled off both of their shirts and stared at him.
“What?” Seoho blushed, reaching around himself to hide.
“Hyung no.” Hwanwoong replied, moving Seoho’s arms back to his sides. “You are breathtaking.”
Seoho could do nothing then but blush harder down into his chest and smile shyly. “So what do you want?”
“Yeehaw.” Was Hanwoong’s only reply before pushing the older man gently back into the pillows and blankets on the floor.
___
Keonhee sat back from the sudden embrace and found his hands returning comfortably to his thighs as he sat back on his knees. Geonhak stood above him again causing him to look up and give a shy smile.
“You’re being so well behaved. Like you were made for this.” Geonhak praised. He was rewarded with a blush from the younger man below him who was still trying to maintain confident eye contact.
Geonhak’s put-on confidence suddenly wavered slightly and he sat down in front of Keonhee taking his hands in his own.
“I’m going to do my best for you, but I only know some things. But I do know we need, um, safety words?” Geonhak questioned.
Keonhee smiled fully at how sweet Geonhak was being and he squeezed the man’s much larger hands affectionately.
“We can do colors like a traffic light… I um… I read about it once… You know in those stories that Moons write online?” Keonhee said blushing again.
“Okay traffic lights make sense. But what do you want? Do you want like… ordered around? Do you want me to…” Geonhak trailed off swallowing hard.
“I want you to own me. And you won’t break me hyung. I like it a little rough.” Keonhee said, finally breaking eye contact shyly.
“Okay then. So are you ready?” Geonhak said, clearing his throat.
“Green.” Keonhee said a bit breathless as Geonhak dropped his hands and stood again.
Geonhak stood there silently and unmoving with his hands linked behind his back as though he stood at parade rest. His silence finally made Keonhee dare to look up again and he shuddered at the unexpectedly hungry look on the older man’s face.
“Please hyung.” Keonhee whined in his typical playful tone.
“No.”
“No? But I asked nicely.” Keonhee pouted.
“I didn’t tell you to ask. I told you to beg. There are no cameras. No audience. I know your tone. I know the sounds you make when you’re so desperately close when you pleasure yourself when we share hotel rooms. So now. Beg.” Geonhak said evenly. He managed to create a tone of dominance without anger or disappointment. It was simply a statement of facts.
Keonhee felt his body straighten in obedience as he looked around the room and saw that the other members were so wrapped up in each other that no one was watching him. It was a moment between just the two of them. Then he considered what Geonhak had said and his arousal was quick. The idea that he had been caught probably more than once masturbating to thoughts of the older members was both humiliating and exciting.
“Look at you. Getting hard already and all I did was expose your fantasies. Maybe we should just keep taking down your boundaries until you’re more willing to follow instructions.” Geonhak said, still unmoving in his position.
It took a moment before Keonhee realized what was being asked of him and he felt himself blush hard as he carefully removed his shirt and placed it on the floor next to him. But he stopped there thinking that had been all Geonhak had wanted. So he was surprised when he heard a sigh of disappointment.
“You think that’s exposing yourself? We all see that everyday. I want you naked and back into your position. I want to see how wet you get when I make you beg.” Geonhak demanded.
Keonhee saw that Geonhak's ears had gone a bit red as he spoke but through the haze of his own increasing arousal he didn’t have time to focus on how much he appreciated his hyung stepping out of his comfort zone to take care of him. He gave a small needy sound as he stood and started to remove his socks and then his pants hesitating before removing his boxer briefs which were doing nothing to hide what had now become a full aching erection.
“Hyung.” Keonhee started. But the remark died on his tongue when he realized he was now looking just slightly down at Geonhak as he stood there. It just felt wrong in the moment and he rushed to remove his underwear.
As his cock was freed it smacked against his taut abdomen, making an obscene wet slapping sound from the precome that had already accumulated. Embarrassed he returned to his knees quickly looking at an empty spot in front of him as his cheeks burned.
“Good boy.” Geonhak praised running his hand through Keonhee’s hair before tilting his face up again with a soft tug on his hair.
It ripped a needy whimper from his lips as he felt another bead of precome slide down his shaft.
“Pretty.” Geonhak smiled. “Now. What do you want?”
“I… I want hyung.” Keonhee said uncertainly. But when he was met with silence he knew he was being asked to be explicit.
“Can I…” Keonhee began after clearing his throat. “Can I… Please let me put my mouth around you. I can be good, I swear. I know I don’t have a lot of experience but I have a very skillful tongue.”
Geonhak felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth as the request went directly to his dick making his own arousal more obvious.
“Let’s see how good you can be before you get rewarded. You can undress me, but no extra touching. Only good boys get to touch.” Geonhak said, smirking again.
Keonhee stood immediately then as Geonhaks hand fell from his hair and he began to untuck the black turtleneck his hyung was wearing. He could feel a bit of wetness at the bottom of the shirt and bit his lip to hold back a moan of need. Undressing him after that became a challenge as more and more of the older man’s skin was exposed. Geonhak had worked incredibly hard on his body and the temptation to memorize the dips and curves across his body was almost too much to handle.
Removing Geonhak’s pants presented another problem as his thick cock was pressing against the front zipper. So he left the pants zipped and slid them off of his sculpted hips and thighs. He stopped at his ankles allowing a moment for him to step out of the pants before adding them to the growing pile of clothes next to them.
With a hard swallow, Keonhee reached out and pulled down Geonhak’s underwear, setting it aside and then returning to his seated position without saying a word.
“You can put your mouth on me but no hands. You do not get to touch yourself. And don’t make me come or you won’t get what we both know you really want.” Geonhak ordered putting his hands behind his back again.
Keonhee licked his lips before moving forward on his knees across the blankets. His cock long and heavy jostled between his legs and abdomen giving both not enough friction and too much as precome smeared across him. He reached out at first then stopped, placing his hands behind his back just as Geonhak had. He took a few calming breaths before leaning forward and finally capturing the head of Geonhak’s cock between his lips.
They both made a bit of noise as Keonhee pushed his mouth down choking only slightly before swallowing around the cock nestled in his throat.
“Fuck.” Geonhak almost barked as he looked down to see Keonhee’s lips against the light covering of hair above his cock.
Keonhee wanted to smile but instead showed his appreciation by moving his head back and using his tongue to circle the leaking cock in his mouth and poke into the slit giving him a bitter release of precome across his tongue. He was careful to avoid the other more sensitive spots with his tongue while applying just the perfect amount of suction as he moved his head up and down Geohak’s shaft.
“You’re so good Keonhee-ahhhhhhh.” Geonhak said, throwing his head back as the younger man’s tongue swept past the base of his head.
It was only a few more minutes of Keonhee alternating between his tongue and taking him deep and swallowing around him before he felt like Geonhak was close. He stopped immediately, pulling away gently and sitting back again to catch his breath.
Geonhak looked down at Keonhee and then himself seeing the mixture of spit and precome covering both of them. He smiled pleased and joined Keonhee on the blankets. There were a few towels in the pile around them and Geonhak grabbed it, foregoing cleaning himself, and instead, wiping up Keonhee’s lips, chin and throat.
“You did so good for hyungie. So you get to choose. Do you want to be on your hands and knees or on your back?” Geonhak asked, reaching for a nearby bottle of lube that didn’t look familiar.
Keonhee seemed thoughtful as he sat there on his knees flexing his leg muscles a little before deciding.
“I want to be on my back. I want to see you.” Keonhee said shyly. “I’m also very flexible.”
“Okay baby. Lay down and get comfortable.”
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Dongju choked on the air around him which felt suddenly thick. He looked up at the wall wondering if cracking the drywall was actually possible. And next, he started thinking about just how hard he’d have to be pounded into the wall in order to damage it.
Youngjo was smirking now as he helped Dongju stand up from his lap and he stood up next to him, pushing his fingers into the longer hair at the base of the younger man’s head. But before Dongju could turn he grabbed the hair firmly pulling his head over to whisper in his ear.
“Is this what you want? Do you like to be thrown around a little?” Youngjo breathed.
“If you think you’re up to the job.” Dongju replied with a smirk of his own before he was silenced with a crushing of lips.
Youngjo had used his grip to turn Dongju’s head toward him and he pressed his lips hard and possessively. It took Dongju a few moments to recover before he was hungrily returning the kiss and biting at Youngjo’s lower lip begging for entrance which was immediately granted. Their kiss was full of fire as they both scrambled trying to undress each other and move toward the wall without breaking apart.
It was loud and messy, punctuated by giggles, but they finally reached the wall and stopped. The pair took a moment to share lazy soft kisses as they caught their breath. They were somehow completely naked and pressing against each other making little sounds of pleasure between kisses.
“Are you still good?” Youngjo asked softly as they finally relaxed a little more into each other.
“Oh christ. I’m not Hwanwoong. I’m not your delicate little rosebud.” Dongju said, rolling his eyes.
“Wow, the walls really are thin aren’t they?” Youngjo laughed.
“I’m here to be fucked into the drywall. Don’t tell me you’re all talk and Woong hyungie broke your spirit.” Dongju challenged without any actual malice behind it.
“Bend over with your hands flat against the wall. I’ll prep you unless you already did today.” Youngjo teased heading toward his room. “The bathroom walls are thin too.”
Dongju blushed with a smile. He hadn’t envisioned today going as it was and he had spent the night before taking an extra long shower. Unfortunately, his usual self-restraint had failed and he called out for Geonhak as he came in the shower. He had finished quickly and dashed out and back into his own room to dry off. He left Geonhak, who was in the hall, standing very confused as he had come to see what the younger had needed. He didn’t know what to do when he ran past so he just yelled through the bedroom door at Dongju to dry his wet footprints before going to bed.
When he returned, Youngjo had a whole handful of lube bottles that he dropped next to Geonhak and Hwanwoong as he walked past. When he got back to Dongju he was pleased to see that he was ready and in position.
Dongju understood exactly what was asked of him and he was bent over at 90 degrees with his palms against the wall. His hips were tilted up and back giving plenty of access to his entrance. He wiggled his ass playfully and Youngjo gave a firm smack to his right cheek which rewarded him with a pleasurable moan.
“I’m not going to have to work hard am I?” Youngjo teased.
“Jokes on you. I’m an overachiever. I can come 3 times before I even think about stopping.” Dongju said proudly.
“Well, we should put that to the test.” Youngjo chuckled, getting to his knees and diving tongue first into Dongju’s ass.
“FUCK.” Dongju screamed, wishing he could somehow grab into the wall for a better purchase.
Youngjo refused to let up for even a moment. He knew that the maknae was more than capable of handling himself. Dongju was still a little stretched from the night before and Youngjo slipped a finger in along with his tongue almost immediately. The grunt of pleasure and clenching around his tongue was almost enough to distract Youngjo from the sound of precome dripping steadily onto the wood floor. He knew it wouldn’t take much now, and he added a second finger crooking it in exactly the right way to hit the bundle of nerves he knew would send him over the edge.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK.” Dongju gasped as he spilled white ropes of come across the wall and the floor.
“One.” Youngjo laughed.
Dongju remained in the position as he desperately tried to catch his breath, stopping only to throw a dirty look back at Youngjo who was standing up now.
“You can get up now. I bet that position was hell for your back. Be careful you don’t slip.” Youngjo added, grabbing a towel and tossing it on the floor to cover the come and precome that had pooled there.
Dongju obeyed, avoiding the mess and turning to come face to face with Youngjo again. They smiled at each other a bit shyly before Dongju who was still sporting his erection dropped to his knees. He bit Youngjo’s inner thigh pulling out a grunt of pleasure before sucking on it firmly creating what would later turn out to be a huge purple bruise. To finish off, he flattened his tongue, licking up the underside of the older man’s cock before standing up again and capturing his mouth.
Their kiss was deep and hungry as they tasted each other until Youngjo felt himself impatient for more. He grabbed the long hair on the maknae’s neck pulling him away and getting the reward of seeing his wet, kiss bruised lips, pout.
“Hyuuung please.” Dongju whined much as he had at the beginning of the night. But now the word had an edge of a real need to it.
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“Yee haw?” Seoho questioned.
“Shut up. I’m going to ride you.” Hwanwoong said, struggling out of his pants and socks.
“That feels like such a waste though.” Seoho replied thoughtfully.
“What?” Hwanwoong questioned pausing the progress of undressing.
“I mean we’re both super strong. And I know you’re flexible from dancing. And I’ve been tumbling for so long I don’t think there is a position I can’t get into.” Seoho continued to explain as Hwanwoong pulled off his pants.
“You said you were bad at this whole thing but you want to what? Like have sex on a tight rope or something?” Hwanwoong found himself laughing as Youngjo dropped a bottle of lube next to him.
“I’m not bad at sex. I’m bad at like… The mushy stuff.” Seoho mumbled sitting up on his elbows.
The pair were now looking at each other both in only their underwear.
“I don’t need mushy stuff. I have Jo for that.” Hwanwoong explained. “What did you have in mind?”
“You know those races we used to do as kids where one was the wheelbarrow and the other was the one holding the legs and directing? I was just thinking in a position like that with the natural curve of… me… I could get really deep. But it would take someone with remarkable upper body strength to handle it while being fucked into though.” Seoho said, standing and speaking with his hands as if he could create the image he wanted to explain.
“Well I mean of course I’m capable.” Hwanwoong said, puffing his chest out a little. “I mean this is the kind of thing that started this whole… this… anyway.”
“Do you. I mean my fingers aren’t very long… I don’t know if I could.” Seoho stammered looking at his hands.
Hwanwoong took pity and removed his own underwear and then Seoho’s as he continued to stutter. He found a soft spot in the blankets and went to his knees dripping the lube on his right hand before grabbing at Seoho with his left.
“Hmm?” Seoho stopped babbling and questioned, moving toward the younger man.
“Shut up and watch me work.” Hwanwoong instructed.
He slipped his lubed middle finger inside himself with a hiss and then grabbed Seoho’s cock with his left hand. Taking the head into his mouth he used it more like a pacifier than anything else as he impatiently added another finger. The moan that he gave around Seoho’s cock was enough to pull a whine from deep in the throat of the older man and forcing him into complete speechlessness.
Seoho clenched his fists next to himself tightly, not wanting to interrupt anything that was happening. He was almost floating with the sensation and found himself surprised that somehow there was no awkwardness like he had expected. After a few moments floating away from his thoughts, his hands started to relax and he raked them through Hwanwoong’s hair as he heard, rather than saw, the addition of a third finger.
“I never thought I’d be jealous of Youngjo.” Seoho let slip with a look of panic on his face that relaxed when he heard a chuckle from Hwanwoong.
Suddenly, Hwanwoong pulled away and Seoho saw him grab the lube again. He poured some in his hand, letting it warm before using it to coat Seoho’s leaking cock liberally. When he was satisfied he wiped his hands off with a towel and turned away from Seoho with his ass in the air wiggling it slightly.
“Ready?” Seoho asked, smiling as he put his hands around the outside of the smaller man’s thighs.
“On three. One. Two. Three.” Hwanwoong counted off before pushing off the ground and letting Seoho finish lifting him as he moved forward between his legs.
“Your muscles are stunning like this.” Seoho said with a bit of awe before lining them up and breaching the entrance that was already slick with lube.
The slide was easy, but the stretch made Hwawoong almost dizzy with pleasure and he moaned long and deep until they were flush against each other.
“Are you okay Woongie?” Seoho asked as he watched the muscles on Hwanwoong’s back tense and flex.
“I’m fine but… I'm not going to last long. You were right. You’re… you’re… everywhere.” He said breathlessly.
Seoho smiled brightly again and gripping the dancer’s thighs firmly he wasted no time sliding out and back in. He was searching for the exact angle he knew would send Hwanwoong over the edge. It took only a few strokes before he heard the little punchy moans turn into louder and higher-pitched whines that began slurring together. The sounds were punctuated with gasps for breath and a tighter grip of his legs around Seoho’s torso as he continued.
“Close?” Seoho asked cheekily.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” Hwanwoong demanded.
Seoho laughed again before punching his strokes a little harder and more direct until he heard a muffled swear and felt Hwanwoong’s whole body tense up as he came hard and fast painting his torso white. The streaks of come slid almost to his neck before dropping onto the blankets below him. He would have been disgusted if he weren’t so focused on not collapsing as he rode out his orgasm.
“Down gentle, Woongie.” Seoho said, pulling out and easing him into the soiled blankets below them.
“I’d never survive doing that again.” Hwanwoong spoke muffled into the blankets that had bunched up around his face as he laid down.
Seoho laid down on his side next to the younger man, rubbing his back gently and ignoring his own raging erection that was showing no signs of ebbing.
“Bet To Moons didn’t think of that.” He said with a self satisfied grin on his face.
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Keonhee felt exposed as he laid on his back below Geonhak’s intense gaze that seemed to be memorizing every inch of his body. Geonhak took a moment rubbing up Keonhee’s legs reverently before he spoke again.
“I know I tease you about not wearing pants… but it’s because seeing so much of your perfect smooth skin is too much temptation.” He admitted causing Keonhee to blush deep down his face and chest.
Geonhak continued to rub the younger man’s legs avoiding getting too far up his thighs. He was waiting patiently for Keonhee to become desperate and finally let go of himself and his worries and embarrassment. It took longer than he expected but finally, Keonhee spoke.
“Why aren’t you doing anything Hyungie?”
“You haven’t asked for anything,” Geonhak replied simply.
“I want to keep going.” Keonhee huffed slightly.
“Okay.”
There was another pause as Geonhak continued to enjoy the smooth skin under his hands. He could wait as long as it took for Keonhee to catch up. It was one thing he had an abundance of… patience.
Keonhee’s frustration was playing out clearly on his face as he sat up to come face to face with Geonhak.
“If you don’t want me just say so!” Keonhee said in a harsh low tone looking a bit hurt.
Geonhak continued to not respond to the provocation until Keonhee spoke up again.
“Yellow.” He whispered causing Geonhak to cease all movement.
“Are you okay?” Geonhak questioned, gently taking Keonhee’s face in his hands.
Keonhee took the opportunity to close his eyes and softly nuzzle into the large hands there, taking in their comfort.
“I feel like you don’t want me hyung.” Keonhee finally admitted.
“Keonhee-yah. Yeobo.” Geonhak sighed. “I’m waiting to hear you beg. You have no idea how hard it is for me not to just take you here and now. But we’re not here for my wants right now. I’m here for your needs.”
Keonhee’s eyes opened abruptly at this, looking up and seeing the earnest eyes that were smiling in front of him. “Green.”
“Lay back. And tell me what you want.” Geonhak said a bit more firmly than he had before.
“Please open me up.” Keonhee blushed laying back and focusing his attention on the hands that he suddenly realized were very large.
Keonhee tilted his head back and took a deep breath trying to relax his body. His fingers may have been extremely long but by far Geonhak had the thickest fingers in the group. He listened as the cap of the lube bottle clicked open and his mouth went dry with excitement.
“Hyung?” Keonhee squeaked with his eyes closed with nervousness.
“What do you need baby?” Geonhak paused.
“I… can… I want hyungie’s biggest finger first. Your thickest. I want to feel the stretch. Please.” Keonhee said with a tone that was finally falling into desperation.
“Hmmm. My thickest finger?” Geonhak said smiling with the side of his mouth. “Can you tell me which one it is?”
Keonhee’s eyes opened again suddenly as he felt one of the older man’s fingers on his lips. It took only a second to realize that he was supposed to answer that question with his mouth.
Geonhak pushed his middle finger through Keonhee’s lips feeling the hot moist heat surround him as the younger man’s tongue explored and swirled around the finger until it was removed. The whimper of want was loud and he suspected that at least one or two of the other members heard the sound. He quickly calmed the sound by replacing his middle finger with his index finger and he felt Keonhee try to desperately suck him in deep. He gave him just a moment before taking this finger too.
“So which one is thicker?” Geonhak said teasingly.
“First one.” Keonhee answered a bit breathy arching his body in anticipation.
Geonhak smiled and hid his hand as he covered both digits in lube instead of just one. He reached down placing his middle finger on the tight ring of muscle there receiving a hiss of anticipation. He rubbed the entrance there gently waiting to feel the muscle relax slightly as Keonhee started breathing more evenly. Then he pushed through not only with his middle finger but also his index finger stopping at the second knuckle.
“PLEASE DON’T STOP. OH FUCK PLEASE.” Keonhee yelled as his chest heaved trying to catch his breath as his cock leaked heavily across his stomach.
Smiling, Geonhak did as he was begged and completed the motion of his fingers inside until he could get no deeper. He stroked in and out a few times before removing the fingers to add more lube.
The cry of desperation came with real tears from Keonhee as he continued to beg and babble clenching at the blankets under him. As the elder man warmed the lube on his fingers he marveled watching the hole he had just removed his fingers from clench as if his whole body was begging for it. So he relented and gave Keonhee what he had been begging for and he returned the two fingers again scissoring them gently now as he watched the tears of ecstasy flow from his partner's eyes.
“Hyung. More please more.” He cried pushing his body down trying to somehow move him deeper.
Geonhak now simply added lube to his ring finger and instead of removing the others added the third finger so slowly it was almost excruciating and watching in wonder as the precome continued to steadily leak with each movement.
“PLEASE.” Keonhee hiccuped now between tears. “Please. Hyung.”
“Shhhh, hyungie is here. Don’t worry baby we’re almost there and then I’ll give you what you’ve been waiting for.” Geonhak comforted and reassured by placing his free hand against the smaller man’s lower stomach.
Keonhee couldn’t help but writhe with the mix of pleasure, pain, and anticipation. His body was on fire in the best way and as he continued to open up with the fingers inside him he became calmer with tears stopping and breathing giving way to warm moans. The begging died on his lips and he reached blindly out hoping to find his hyung.
“I’m going to take my fingers out now but I’ll be right back and you can have me.” Geonhak softly explained before taking his fingers out and wiping them off on the blankets.
He grabbed the bottle of lube one last time and hissed as the cold liquid coated his thick burning hot erection. He was dying from lack of contact and found the shock of the cold liquid enough to stop any early surprises.
“Please.” Keonhee said in a small voice.
“I’m here. Are you ready?” Geonhak said resting the tip of his cock on his cheeks and waiting for him to nod his assent.
“Green.”
Carefully, Geonhak pushed against Keonhee’s hole finding it tighter than he expected causing him to groan deep in his chest once his head was finally inside. He looked down at Keonhee whose eyes were fluttering closed before reaching up again.
“It’s okay I’m here. I’m going to keep going. You need to breathe.” Geonhak reminded, as he placed and kiss to the younger man’s forehead and let him wrap his arms and legs around him.
As they continued to slide together Keonhee realized with embarrassment that he was already close and as they finally became flush against one another he gasped for air desperate to center himself.
“Hyung…” Keonhee started blushing. “I’m sorry I think I might come.”
“That’s okay baby. Come for hyungie.” Geonhak said finally moving.
It took only three strokes before Keonhee was coming untouched making a mess of them both and then he was pushing the larger man off of him.
Geonhak carefully pulled out, his erection still unsated, and saw that the younger man was yawning. So without a word he grabbed a towel cleaning him off as much as he could and pulling one of the cleaner blankets over him.
“Thanks hyung.” Keonhee said sleepily.
“Any time.” Geonhak smiled affectionately.
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The kisses between Dongju and Youngjo became more heated again and a little animalistic. They were biting at each other’s lips and tongues before moving on to necks and collarbones.
But finally, Youngjo had reached his limit and pushed Dongju away against the wall.
“Wait there.” He said reaching down for the lube and just squeezing it unceremoniously around his cock.
He dropped the bottle not bothering to close it and stalked over to Dongju who was finding himself overwhelmed with excitement at being looked at as though he was prey. He understood the fans attraction to the man’s eyes then in a way he never had before. Before he had much time to think about it, Youngjo was grabbing him under the arms and holding him off the ground. Dongju’s legs subconsciously encircled the older man’s waist and he threw his arms around his neck, breathing heavily in his ear.
Uncommonly, Youngjo was silent as he worked, pressing Dongju’s back against the wall before letting gravity drive the smaller man down on to his dick.
“Oh, oh god.” Dongju gasped as he came to a rest, fully seated on the cock he felt twitch inside him with interest.
“Good luck walking tomorrow,” Youngjo smirked before pressing his full weight against Dongju on the wall.
He started with two slow strokes to make sure the maknae was stretched enough and when everything seemed okay he started thrusting almost violently, causing Dongju to come as he tore long lines into Youngjo’s back with his nails. He alternated begging for more and less as he tried to refocus through the over stimulation. But Youngjo wasn’t finished and even after he saw the come between them he kept moving.
“Two.” He grunted causing Dongju to throw his head back with an absolutely pornographic scream.
“HYUNG WHAT THE FUCK.” He yelled not really expecting an answer.
His only reply was Youngjo licking the sweat from his cheek and biting his earlobe. This spurned Dongju into leaning down and biting the thick muscle between the neck and shoulder and tasting the tang of sweat and blood. Youngjo was quick to finish then with a few more thrusts while fisting at Dongju’s cock causing him to let go of Youngjo’s neck and come again.
They stayed against the wall using it to brace themselves as they caught their breath. Neither of them wanted to move until Youngjo finally softened and slid out, followed by a stream of come and lube.
“Glad you left that towel there.” Dongju commented. “But I need to lay down hyung.”
“Yeah hold on tight okay?” Youngjo smiled, carrying him the few short steps to the pile of blankets.
He laid Dongju gently next to Hwanwoong who was now snoring next to Seoho softly. The maknae tucked himself up against Hwanwoong and joined him in sleep quickly as Youngjo tucked them in. He couldn’t help but look at them adoringly as they slept, but when he turned to Seoho he saw him gently masturbating with an arm over his eyes. His cheeks were red with embarrassment, but he was clearly so lost in sensation it didn’t matter anymore.
Youngjo smirked, looking over to see how Keonhee and Geonhak were doing, and saw that another of the maknae line had fallen asleep and Geonhak was attempting to hide his rather obvious erection.
“Hak-yah come here.” Youngjo called softly causing Seoho’s movements to still.
A very red and blushing Geonhak moved toward them still struggling to hide his erection that was clearly showing interest in Seoho’s naked body.
“I’ll leave it to you two to figure out.” Youngjo smiled before looking at the wall and frowning. “I need to figure out how to fix drywall…”
The other two turned around looking at the wall and saw that not only was it sweat stained (and was that blood?) but a round impact hole where Dongju’s head had been, and a crack leading down to the floor was obvious. Seoho turned back to Youngjo now and saw for the first time that he looked like he had been in a cat fight.
“Hyung are you okay? You’re bleeding.” Seoho said causing Geonhak to look as well.
“The puppy bites.” He chuckled before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
But as he turned and they could see the bloody claw marks across his back they both looked at Dongju and then back to each other in a mixture of fear and awe.
“Hyung let me help.” Geonhak offered shyly.
“What?” Seoho asked, clearly confused.
“I could help.” Geonhak said again.
“With what?” Seoho said frowning a little now.
“Oh jesus Seoho. Let me suck your dick.” Geonhak said turning red with a mixture of embarrassment and irritation.
“You’ve got the same problem!” Seoho accused pointing between his legs.
“I’m fine.” Geonhak deflected.
They sat silently for a moment before a sleepy voice came from Dongju who had clearly been awoken by their debate.
“Just suck each other off and go to sleep.”
The older men looked at each other and seemed to come to a silent agreement.
“Lay down I weigh less.” Seoho said moving toward Geonhak who obeyed and licked his lips in preparation.
Neither of them expected to last long and Seoho leaked across Geonhak’s chest as he straddled his body and started moving back until he felt the younger man’s lips surround him and suck him in. He gasped loudly fighting the urge to give over to the euphoria. Looking down at the cock below him he was overwhelmed with the sheer girth. Seoho stretched his jaw a few times before leaning down and pulling Geonhak into his mouth.
The hum of the moan from Geonhak caused another burst of precome from Seoho who was working doubletime using his tongue and throat to touch every part of Geonhak as he moved up and down his shaft. Geonhak put more suction behind his efforts taking Seoho deep into his throat and swallowing around him. In order not to be outdone, Seoho followed suit and felt Geonhak begin to spill down his throat, sending him immediately after. The moans of pleasure became gasps of exhaustion as Seoho collapsed on top of Geonhak.
“At least roll over.” Geonhak complained.
“No it’s messy and you’re warm.” Seoho said laying his head on Geohak’s thigh.
Geonhak gave up, reaching over for any blanket edge he could find, and throwing it over their torsos. “Night hyung.”
“Night Hakie.”
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The next day started much later than it usually did for them and they all woke to the smell of food and coffee that Youngjo had taken the initiative to prepare for the group. Being the only one who had showered and slept in his bed he was in considerably better shape than everyone else, barring the various wounds and bruises across his body.
“Hyung what is that?” Hwanwoong asked loudly pulling Youngjo from the kitchen.
“I didn’t have any plaster so I covered it up… It’s all I had…” Youngjo said grabbing his own breakfast and heading back into his room.
The other members then turned toward the wall and saw a lifesize standee of Spiderman fastened there.
“Okay. Maybe I’m not into
all
the hyungs…” Keonhee laughed.