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Almost, Seungcheol mouths at them over Jeonghan's shoulder, hands low on Jeonghan's back. They hover just above his ass, pressing hard against Jeonghan, daring in a way only Seungcheol is allowed to be around their professor.
Soonyoung cannot help the smile that tugs at his lips. It's almost easy to pretend that this is a normal meet-up, that the cute little twirl of Jeonghan's body when he turns does not mean anything to them.
He looks extra nice today, dressed up in a way that is embarrassingly tempting to mention. Seungcheol wouldn't, of course, but Soonyoung—
He has never been one to hold back.
“You clean up nicely, Mr. Yoon.”
Jeonghan pulls away from Seungcheol's grasp, patting him on the arm awkwardly as he turns to face all of them at once. Soonyoung sees Seungcheol’s gaze drop to his ass the minute it happens.
Of course.
“Thank you Soonyoung.” Jeonghan says, laughing lightly. It sounds sweet even to Soonyoung’s ears. “You too.”
Soonyoung knows. He dressed specifically for Jeonghan to see. They’ve put work into this, and Soonyoung will not let something simple like an outfit disaster throw them off.
“You’re too kind,” he responds back, and Jeonghan lets out another giggle, his cheeks a kind of pink that Soonyoung would never have imagined on him. He looks so much more human, like this. Delightfully agreeable in the way he lets Seungcheol grab his waist, pulling him closer in one move.
Oh. Oh, they’re doing it now.
Seungcheol's lips are pulled up into a smile that’s caused many a freshman to trip over themselves for his number, his eyes mischievously honest as he leans in to whisper something into Jeonghan's ear.
Jeonghan's eyes widen, his lashes tangling in a soft blink as he peers at the rest of them with a part of his lips. Okay, he mouths, and Seungcheol grins at him, fingers squeezing at the trim part of Jeonghan’s hips.
“Guys,” Seungcheol says, a tad bit louder as music blasts through the rest of the house. It’s the kind of tune Soonyoung despises. He lets it go, for now. “Mr. Yoon here has agreed to be shown around the place.”
Cheers start up from the rest of the guys around Soonyoung, Wonwoo’s muted despite the excitement clear in his shaking fingers as he downs another drink. He’s ten cups into a near coma, and Soonyoung fears for the next shot he’ll no doubt go looking for soon.
Jeonghan tucks a strand of hair behind his ear as Seungcheol starts leading him upstairs, clear purpose in his walk as they step onto the stairs. Soonyoung bumps into Mingyu accidentally as they wade through the crowd, and Mingyu shoots him a look.
Soonyoung is not nearly immature enough to stick his tongue out, but he does trip Mingyu on the way up, and Jihoon snickers behind them. He directs a very clear fuck you at Mingyu and smiles at Jeonghan when he turns his head to glance at them.
Jeonghan smiles back brightly, his mouth pulled up into a lovely curve. Soonyoung feels his heart beat faster.
“This,” Seungcheol says as he props open the door to his room. “Is mine. The others occasionally hang out here, but I try to keep them out.” Jeonghan nods, and Seungcheol nudges him playfully. “You know how messy the guys can get.”
Joshua groans dramatically, and Jeonghan’s mouth thins into a suppressed grin. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.” He says as he leans against Seungcheol's desk. His fingers run over the various books laid open against it, his stare a pensive thing.
He’s distracted enough that he doesn't notice Seungcheol moving closer to him, hand reaching out to cup Jeonghan's hip again, the sharp of his nails digging into Jeonghan's ass innocently.
“Mr. Yoon…?”
Jeonghan looks up again, his stare unfocused. His mouth is so pink Soonyoung can nearly imagine the heat of it against his own.
“Yes, yes.” Jeonghan says, and flushes red as Seungcheol's hand lowers, palming his behind fully. “We should move on.” He tells Seungcheol, obviously flustered.
Seungcheol leans in closer, his face inches away from Jeonghan's. “I don't think so,” he murmurs. Soonyoung would recognize that sharp stare anywhere.
Wonwoo would too, apparently. He closes the door behind him, getting the hint as soon as Seungcheol's gaze slides towards him. It clicks shut softly, but from the way Jeonghan turns to look at him, it might as well have been ten bombs going off all at once.
“I don't,” Jeonghan starts, and then is unable to finish his sentence as Seungcheol’s mouth dips down to press a kiss against his jaw. Jeonghan's head tilts back, almost as if on instinct.
His palms land on Seungcheol's shoulders, bunched up as Seungcheol backs him up even more into the desk, the edge of it hitting the back of Jeonghan's thighs.
“We shouldn't.” He gasps out. “Seungcheol, I am your professor.”
But his legs spread wide to allow Seungcheol between them, his gaze soft and honeyed as he watches the rest of them find a spot where they can be comfortable. Soonyoung opts for the bed. It’s the one spot Seungcheol never lets them get onto, usually.
Here though, now though, he is not paying attention, too busy occupying his mouth with marking up Jeonghan's neck. Getting him nice and pliant and obedient, ready for the rest of them to share.
“I don’t think it matters.” Mingyu says, when Seungcheol does not respond to Jeonghan's remark. “And you’re not pushing him away, Mr. Yoon.”
Jeonghan looks at Mingyu with an alarmed blink, his grip tight on Seungcheol's shirt as Seungcheol's hand creeps to the front of his tight fitting pants.
Soonyoung has fucked his fair share of professors. None of them, he can say with confidence, were as pretty as Jeonghan is. As loud as he is, when Seungcheol's hand squeezes him through denim, pressing against a suspicious flatness that Soonyoung swallows at.
It’s a shame he’s hidden himself for so long. He gasps so sweetly when Seungcheol grinds against him, palm pressed right above his crotch. Soonyoung would have bent him over long ago if he’d known Jeonghan would be this wanton.
“Hyung— Can I call you hyung?”
Jeonghan’s lips part, his cheeks red as he looks at Seungcheol with the kind of hazy gaze Soonyoung has only ever imagined in his dreams. He looks astonished, for some reason, at the question. Soonyoung cannot imagine why.
“Um,” he says. It sounds small, shy. He is not as confident as Soonyoung thought he would be. Perhaps it is the humiliation of being treated like this in front of his students.
He hesitates, but all it takes is a squeeze of his cunt through his jeans before he’s nodding desperately. “Yes, yes.”
Soonyoung’s lips twitch. Jeonghan is so easy it’s almost laughable. He thinks about pointing it out, about teasing Jeonghan with the honesty of it and seeing that pretty flush spread down his neck the more he’s exposed.
His mouth stays shut, though, and he feels the way his body stirs at the sight of Jeonghan rutting up against Seungcheol, melting against him as Seungcheol pulls him into a rough kiss. Strands of hair fall loosely out of the low bun he’s styled it into.
Sonyoung could get up and pull at it. Could urge Seungcheol to do so, thick fingers tugging harshly as the soft silk of it.
He can see the desire reflected on everyone’s faces, Mingyu’s eyes cloudy with want, Jihoon’s mouth turned thin as he grips the side of Seungcheol's bean bag chair with such force it turns his knuckles white.
Chan says something, low, under his breath, and Jeonghan’s ears pick it up easily. He turns his head away from Seungcheol's lips, his beauty harsh in the white lighting of Seungcheol's room. He looks like a dream. Soonyoung is sure it’s one he’s had before.
“Chan-ah,” he says after a few dazed seconds, soft and lovely. His eyes are a striking dark brown, his lips red and shiny with the evidence of Seungcheol's impatience.
Soonyoung could just about force him down into the floor and mount him like an animal in the wild. Jeonghan surely wouldn't mind, Soonyoung thinks, a flash of heat sudden in his gut as he watches the man press himself up to Seungcheol.
Jeonghan gasps out something cloying and sugared when Seungcheol's hand pops open the button on his jeans, lowering the zipper and surging forward to cup him through his underwear. Soonyoung cannot quite get the clearest view, but he imagines it goes something like this:
Seungcheol massages him with the hand he has on Jeonghan, running a finger down the line of his pussy as he presses the fabric further into Jeonghan. Perhaps going further up, running over the tight little hole they hadn't planned on using tonight.
Regardless of what he does, Soonyoung still thinks it’s hot. He cannot help pressing the heel of his palm against the stiff path of his cock, an unyielding pressure against the bulge tenting the front of his pants.
“You’re a mess,” Seungcheol mutters affectionately. He swipes his thumb over the line of Jeonghan's cheek, his other hand still busy in Jeonghan's pants as he pulls away just the slightest bit. “Mr. Yoon, you’re being very irresponsible.”
Jeonghan does not respond. He is too preoccupied with nuzzling into Seungcheol's touch, his palms everywhere he can reach as he silently begs for more with a buck of his hips. He is a thing made of need and desire, the lack of touch he’s received catching up to him in fast bouts.
“I think I could just slip in.” Seungcheol says, not entirely unkind. “You’re practically dripping through your underwear professor.”
Jeonghan whines at that, high pitched and shaky as Seungcheol’s fingers pull further at his underwear, peeling it off along with his jeans. Seungcheol wasn't lying. Soonyoung can see wetness sticking to Jeonghan's panties, to the innermost corners of his thighs as he tried to press his legs together.
“You’d let me, right?”
Seungcheol does not sound like he is truly asking. His body bends lower as he tries to get Jeonghan out of jeans completely, pulling off the worn out shoes Jeonghan has had since the beginning of time.
Soonyoung knows where this is heading; they agreed to it beforehand, and Seungcheol’s cheating had gone unpunished early on in the game. It’s his, maybe not fair and square, but his nonetheless.
So Soonyoung watches with faint amusement as Seungcheol gets on his knees before an astounded Jeonghan, and hauls one of Jeonghan's thighs over his shoulder. The murkiness of Jeonghan's eyes is hidden beneath long lashes, the part of his lips sudden and breathless.
He watches, still palming at his own cock, and Seungcheol pushes his mouth forward to seal over Jeonghan's cunt, gentle with the pressure of his hands on Jeonghan.
Jeonghan cries out, just as sudden, and grasps at Seungcheol's hair with weak tugs of the strands. Soonyoung's throat does a dry swallow, and the air inside his lungs feels like it has been punched out.
It’s not the first time he’s seen Seungcheol eat someone out, and it’s certainly not the last time, but it is certainly the most turned on he’s ever been while seeing it. It escalates tenfold when Jeonghan grinds back onto Seungcheol's mouth, the visual of his shirt falling loose just above Seungcheol's face something nearly obscene.
Soonyoung cannot stand it any longer. His fingers find a quick way to open his pants and shove his underwear down so the elastic band ends up somewhere below his balls, and then gets a hand around his cock. Desire runs hot in him, the gasping breaths of delight Jeonghan lets out making it even worse.
“Hyung,” Joshua calls out, and he sounds like he’s being strangled. The words are said as tightly as Soonyoung imagines Jeonghan's cunt to be. Although that can't really be; Soonyoung’s seen the wedding band on Jeonghan's finger more than once.
It is not present tonight. Soonyoung does not wonder why.
Joshua clears his throat. It’s almost comical, except for the way he pitches his voice low, raw with desire.
“Are you getting off on being watched?”
Jeonghan’s response is a slow blink towards Joshua, his lips parted around a moan as his thigh shifts just beside Seungcheol’s head. It is enough of an answer, the need of his noises, the loudness of them in midst of heavy panting.
Soonyoung swears he can almost feel the steady hump of Jeonghan's hips against Seungcheol's face on his own, the way he throws his head back and does not mind the hair falling loose around his face. He urges Seungcheol's mouth closer, his tongue deeper.
The sounds are filthy, dirty, completely and utterly tantalizing. Soonyoung wishes he were the one causing them. Teasing Jeonghan's clit with his tongue, running along his folds and pushing into Jeonghan's hole.
By the way Jeonghan is responding, with the silent shake of his legs, that is exactly what Seungcheol is doing. Or perhaps more, his nails leaving their mark on Jeonghan's skin. The flat of his tongue practically lapping at Jeonghan's cunt happily.
Soonyoung feels everyone’s impatience filling up the room like a vice grip on their throats, more than one groaning as they jerk themselves off to the view of Jeonghan jolting in Seungcheol's hold, gasping out names in consecutive order as he lifts his gaze and peers at them.
And Seungcheol seems to feel it too, because he gets up after a few more minutes of thoroughly eating Jeonghan out. His knees wobble a bit, but he ends up caging Jeonghan in again, pulling him into another kiss that Jeonghan tries to pull away from with a turn of his head.
Mingyu laughs. “He’s not getting shy, is he?”
The others snicker, and Jeonghan avoids their gazes, focusing on the floor as he faces more teasing. Wonwoo whistles. More laughter.
“Come on, Mr. Yoon.” Jihoon chides. He sounds about as amused as Seungcheol looks, the easy tilt of his lips betraying his intention. “Surely you’re not ashamed of this?”
Jeonghan does not respond. He is red cheeked and embarrassed, the tremble of his fingers as he tugs at Seungcheol’s shirt obvious in its magnitude. He’s pulling Seungcheol forward, asking for more, ignoring Jihoon’s question as a way to answer him. He goes easily when Seungcheol tugs his shirt off in a hurry, completely naked.
Huh. He’s playing them, just a tiny bit.
It makes Soonyoung’s sweeping sense of liking for Jeonghan grow slightly more. Respect, for not giving in the way many others have, when they were in a similar position.
He watches with cloudy lust as Seungcheol gets a hand around his cock, turning Jeonghan ever so slightly to the right. It gives Soonyoung a better view of what is going on, Jeonghan's legs spread wide and trembling with the force of holding himself up as Seungcheol slicks himself up with spit and the wetness coating Jeonghan's pussy.
“Fuck,” Wonwoo says, low, and Mingyu’s heaving breaths follow as Seungcheol presses the first inch of his cock into Jeonghan, stretching his hole wide around the head of it.
Soonyoung agrees. This is so very much deserving of fuck and many more curses.
He feels a tiny bit insane with it, heart beating fast inside his chest as he watches Jeonghan exhale slowly, his eyes trained on the way his cunt, fat and leaking, takes in Seungcheol's cock so easily.
Soonyoung would call him a whore.
Soonyoung is also much more daring than Seungcheol, because all Seungcheol does is take one look at Jeonghan's pretty face, the strands sticking to sweat stained skin, and pull him closer. Burying himself in deep, ignoring Jeonghan's garbled gasp as he’s filled completely.
“Cheol-ah,” he gasps, and it is the first time he’s ever said something akin to a nickname for any of them. Soonyoung bites down on his lower lip so hard he tastes blood.
Bastard, he thinks with viciousness as Seungcheol gives an experimental thrust. He obviously likes what he feels, because he does it again, harder, fucking into Jeonghan with a bloodless grip on Jeonghan’s hips.
“Hyung,” he whispers, dry and scratchy. His eyes have dropped to Jeonghan's cunt taking him in again and again as he fucks Jeonghan in slow, hard thrusts. “You were practically begging for this all year.”
Jeonghan takes a second to register the words, dazed, but his eyes widen when he does. “No,” he whimpers, shaking his head. He is denying what they all know as a truth. It is almost laughable.
And Jihoon does laugh. It’s raspy, humorless. It contains what they are all thinking. “No?” He asks, as Seungcheol’s pace continues, the slap of Jeonghan’s cunt against him loud and clear in the room.
“No,” Jeonghan ascertains, but it is said breathlessly. Unsure. He is a pretty, dumb thing. Not made for logic in the midst of having his hole fucked.
Soonyoung’s grip tightens around his cock when Seungcheol slams into Jeonghan, drawing a desperate moan from him that fades into constant sounds. A stream of ah-ah-ah’ s that are said with the highest pitch Soonyoung has ever heard from Jeonghan.
Jihoon sounds amused when he speaks again, but Soonyoung can see the way his thumb swipes over the head of his cock, slicking the rest of it up in time to Seungcheol’s thrusts. “You don’t have to deny it Mr. Yoon.”
Jeonghan does not respond. He grips Seungcheol’s shoulders tightly, head tilting back on a whine as Seungcheol fucks him hard enough to shake the desk, pens clacking together behind him.
“We all know why you were so nice to Wonwoo the first day you met him.” Jihoon continues, his voice faltering not once even as he continues to buck his hips up into his hand. “You were hoping he’d let you suck his dick.”
Wonwoo’s tongue is swiping at his lips when Soonyoung looks, his eyes dark as he watches Jeonghan take what he’s given. His lips twitch up into a smile when Jeonghan utters a nu-uh that sounds about as convincing as the rest of his denial.
“Wll, he got what he wanted,” Joshua says quietly, reclining against the wall, his fingers not nearly enough as he focuses on Jeonghan.
(There is something there… something else. Soonyoung will have to look into it.)
His mouth waters when he looks back at Jeonghan and Seungcheol, gaze catching on the way Jeonghan rises to near tiptoes as he meets and matches the way Seungcheol pushes into him, insistent. He is unabashed in his desire and nothing else.
Jeonghan says something, too small for anyone but Seungcheol to hear. And it must be good because Seungcheol stops for a second, stills the movement of his hips despite the fact that he obviously doesn't want to.
His voice is curious, when he speaks. “Can you repeat that again?”
Jeonghan hesitates, for a second, but all it takes is a grind of Seungcheol's hips and he’s melting back once again. He’s easy. Soonyoung will never tire of seeing it.
“I—” Jeonghan falters. He does not look at Seungcheol as he says this, gaze lowered. “Please. Please fuck me. Faster.” His hand slips off of Seungcheol's shoulder. He is shy. “Fill me with your cum.”
Shy, and the loveliest thing Soonyoung has ever seen. He asks so prettily, with a cadence in his voice that calls for ruining, practically.
Seungcheol takes in a sharp breath, and leans forward to press a sloppy kiss onto Jeonghan's mouth, stealing his noises easily as he starts moving again. Soonyoung could—
He could—
His hand is tight and tired on his cock, but he is so close he can feel it creeping up on him like a warning storm. But he also wants to cum on Jeonghan, see it dripping down his skin, painting him white.
Seungcheol gasps out something harsh and throaty as he grabs Jeonghan and looks straight at Soonyoung.
“Move.” He says. Soonyoung blinks.
“Huh?”
“I’m going to fuck Jeonghan hyung on my bed, and then I’m going to let you guys fuck him on my bed.” He eyes Soonyoung with a keen eye. “So move.”
Soonyoung moves. He feels oddly warm as he does so, cock still in hand as he moves to press himself against the wall. From here, he can see Chan staring straight at Jeonghan with an open mouth.
He’s jerking himself off as Seungcheol positions Jeonghan on all fours, his face turned towards them as Seungcheol takes his place behind him. He looks absolutely ruined, back arching underneath the pressure of Seungcheol's palm as he starts up once again.
“Hyung,” Soonyoung calls out, and Jeonghan's head jerks towards him. His eyes widen, his cheeks the color of a freshly popped cherry. It’s like he’s almost forgotten that Soonyoung is a part of this.
“Who do you want next?”
Jeonghan looks like he’s about to respond, but Seungcheol thrusts into him, hard, and the response turns into a whimper. His body practically collapses onto the bed, his hair falling all over as Seungcheol fucks into him, hard.
It’s violent enough to shake the bed. Soonyoung aches to be the one making Jeonghan cry out the way he is, making him lose his goddamn mind like he doesn't have a lecture tomorrow.
The thought strikes Soonyoung, sudden. He feels a low heat once again coiling in his gut as he leans forward, off the wall.
“Say, Mr. Yoon.” He starts, a shake to his voice. “Don’t you have a class to teach soon?”
Seungcheol curses, sudden, and fucks once more into Jeonghan, burying himself deep. Soonyoung can tell he’s dumping a load into Jeonghan by the way he groans, his body still behind Jeonghan.
Jeonghan whines, high in his throat, hand buried between his legs as he nods at Soonyoung’s question. Fuck.
Fuck.
“You do?” Wonwoo asks, astonished. He sounds absolutely wrecked at the thought, exactly the way Soonyoung feels.
Seungcheol pats Jeonghan’s ass one last time before he draws out of him, sitting back on the bed and admiring the view before him. It must be a good one; he seems entranced watching his cum drip out of Jeonghan.
“Next,” he murmurs, absent minded as he reaches out his hand and stuffs a few fingers into Jeonghan's cunt. Jeonghan jerks forward, gasping.
Soonyoung and Wonwoo step forward at the same time. It’s not exactly surprising, but still.
“We’ll share,” Wonwoo says, and Soonyoung does not disagree. He can share Jeonghan, if it means fucking him full of cum and having the slimmest chance of getting him pregnant again. Giving him another child, other than the one he claims to have.
It doesn't take much to figure out what they want. Ever since Jihoon mentioned Jeonghan wanting to suck Wonwoo’s dick, it’s all Wonwoo has thought about. Soonyoung knows this because Wonwoo takes his place easily, not looking twice at Jeonghan's cunt as he grasps Jeonghan's chin with a vice grip.
“You have a pretty mouth Mr. Yoon.” He muses. “I’ll enjoy it very much.”
Soonyoung’s thumb slips inside Jeonghan's hole, feeling the steady drip of Seungcheol's cum leaving a mess on the sheets. Wonwoo pulls Jeonghan forward, his face set fiercely as he presses the slick head of his cock against Jeonghan's lips, forcing Jeonghan's mouth open around the thick girth of it.
Wonwoo is not a small man, and Jeonghan's mouth is not exactly big. Soonyoung can tell it is a tight fit, and he aches to see Jeonghan's lips stretched wide around Wonwoo even as he slides into Jeonghan's cunt in one smooth movement.
He’s loose, wet around Soonyoung. He is sloppy seconds. Soonyoung should not enjoy the thought of it as much as he does.
“Fuck,” Seungcheol says from where he’s stepped away. His pants are back on, but it is a miniscule detail that Soonyoung notices. He is too busy finding his pace, the roll of his hips slow, the warmth of Jeonghan's body too much.
Wonwoo’s hands are on Jeonghan's hair, tugging, and Jeonghan’s answering whimper is a muffled, vibrating thing. It makes Wonwoo let out a low moan, thoroughly enjoying the sensation as Soonyoung's thrusts force Jeonghan’s throat further down his cock.
Jeonghan is gasping for breaths, harsh sounds coming from his nose as his hands support his body between them both. Soonyoung does not mind it, too busy chasing the pleasure that lingers not far beyond his reach.
He’s on the verge of it, feels an orgasm creeping up on him easily as he fucks into Jeonghan desperately, his fingers digging tight into Jeonghan's hips.
They move, lower, and then he is gripping the flesh of Jeonghan's thighs, supple beneath his fingernails. He digs the sharp tips of them into Jeonghan's skin, his mind half gone as Jeonghan burns hot and soft around him.
Wonwoo’s hips snap into Jeonghan's mouth, and Jeonghan chokes around him, pulling back. Wonwoo allows him a small break before he’s once again shoving his cock into Jeonghan's mouth, moving forward in aborted little thrusts as Soonyoung’s movements keep Jeonghan’s mouth tight on Wonwoo.
Soonyoung’s eyes squeeze shut. He’s really not going to last much longer. He hates for it to be over before it’s really ever begun, but—
But,
He can't help it. Jeonghan’s cunt feels too good, and Soonyoung is criminally turned on every time he thinks about Jeonghan having to teach in a few days, having to limp because he was fucked sloppy the night before.
His cock throbs inside of Jeonghan, blood boiling to a peak inside his veins as Jeonghan clenches feebly around him, used and dirtied in the best of ways.
“Jeonghan hyung,” Soonyoung moans out. It sounds like a plea. “God, you’re so—”
Jeonghan lets out an uncontrollable sound deep in his throat, interrupted only by the way Wonwoo tugs at his hair, hard, and buries himself deep into Jeonghan's throat. At this rate, Jeonghan will lose his voice for a whole week.
Not that— not that Soonyoung would be against that. He thinks about it with desperation as his hips jerk, the pleasure sudden and all consuming as he fills Jeonghan up. It takes all of his willpower not to collapse on top of Jeonghan.
“Mr. Yoon,” he says, dreamy, and Jeonghan’s mouth slips off of Wonwoo in a deliberate move. Wonwoo curses, just once, before he’s jerking himself off in fast motions in front of Jeonghan's face.
Soonyoung would do the same, probably. Jeonghan has the kind of face that would do well in the porn industry, he thinks. Men would love to fuck him.
And men would love to do what Wonwoo is doing right now— blowing his load onto Jeonghan's face and groaning when he sees the result. Soonyoung wishes he could see it, probably dripping into Jeonghan's wide open mouth, coating his blushing little cheeks and landing on his hair.
Wonwoo pulls Jeonghan up into a kiss after, and Jeonghan goes pliantly, his cunt drawing off of Soonyoung’s cock.
Suddenly, it is all he can see. The tip of his cock leaving Jeonghan, and cum dripping out of Jeonghan like he’s unable to hold it in any longer. His legs are shaking, his thighs wet and the sheets beneath him damp with a mix of release.
Belatedly, Soonyoung realizes Jeonghan has just came while getting fucked in front of a bunch of his students. He can see it in the heaving breaths Jeonghan shakes, the way his mouth is slack against Wonwoo’s.
Jihoon stands off to the side, Chan right beside him. He cocks an eyebrow at them.
“I think it’s about time we take over.” He shoos off Soonyoung with a motion of his hand. Soonyoung grudgingly gets off the bed. “Come on Mr. Yoon, up on your knees.”
Soonyoung has no idea why they’re asking it of Jeonghan until he looks at the way they cushion him between them, Jihoon taking his front and Chan his back.
Oh. They’re going to—
But of course. Soonyoung’s cock gives a feeble twitch, suddenly interested.
“Do you think you can take both of us?” Chan murmurs into Jeonghan's ear, an honest question if Soonyoung’s ever heard one. Jeonghan doesn’t respond, his mouth open around nothing as his exhales turn into pants.
“Okay, good.” Jihoon says, like the silence is Jeonghan's agreement. He lifts Jeonghan up by the hips and lines himself up, pushing Jeonghan down with a loud squelch within the next few seconds.
Jeonghan is swaying in his grip, eyes half lidded, his grip loose on Jihoon’s shoulders. He is a trembling, shaking mess. He is exactly what they all hoped he would be, pliant and giving.
“Fuck, Mr. Yoon.” Jihoon groans out. He leans forward to press a soft kiss onto Jeonghan's throat. They really shouldn't be marking up Jeonghan like this. It’s enough that he’s been fucked hard enough to keep him in bed for a week.
How is he supposed to teach like this?
Soonyoung thinks it with a certain tug of delight when he sees the way Wonwoo’s cum is smeared on Jeonghan's face, Jihoon wiping it off as best he can before giving up.
Jeonghan gasps out a moan when Jihoon starts fucking him properly, his sounds muted by exertion as Chan mouths at the back of his neck, sucking and licking in the way Chan has always said he wanted to do to Jeonghan.
I’ll mark him up, he’d growled, and they all took it as a joke. Soonyoung does not think it’s a joke now.
He feels spent, still, but the mere sight of Jeonghan bouncing his cunt onto Jihoon’s cock is an allure he cannot look away from. He gets a clear view of the way Chan slides a finger along Jihoon’s cock, the stretch easy after Jeonghan has been fucked more than once.
Jeonghan says something, quiet, slurred, but it is like the room falls silent once more when his voice appears again.
“Please,” he says. “Don’t stop.”
Jihoon’s answering laugh is carefree and just as quiet as Jeonghan had been. “Okay,” he responds easily. “We won't.”
He gestures towards Chan, and Chan takes the hint. He adds another finger, and this time Jeonghan jerks up, away from the feeling. Jihoon clicks his tongue.
“I thought you said not to stop?”
Jeonghan looks at him with wide eyes, coherent still in some way despite the mind numbing fucking he’s been receiving nonstop. “Yes,” he whispers.
He sinks back down on Jihoon’s cock, on the two fingers Chan has in him. His neck tilts to the side when Chan decides to travel upwards, his sighs soft and warm as Jihoon fucks into him.
Hands pull at his hips, down, violent, completely taken with him as he’s once again filled to the brim and more. He’s gasping for breath, cunt sloppy and loose around Jihoon.
It is a steady pace, controlled, Jihoon’s thrusts firm and unyielding as he lifts Jeonghan again and again. Because Jeonghan is so fucked out that he can no longer do it himself.
Chan is three fingers into him, now, testing the give of Jeonghan's hole with tentative motions and groaning when Jeonghan clenches around them, seemingly.
Soonyoung sees Seungcheol watching them, too, just as entranced. There is something in his gaze, dark and unfulfilled, that makes Soonyoung’s hair stand on end.
“Jihoon-ah, please.” Jeonghan moans out, words quivering with the force of his ongoing need. Soonyoung’s cock twitches, again, and he gives it a tentative stroke. It feels good, bordering on painful but,
But good, because he’s still watching as Chan curls his three fingers into Jeonghan and fucks them in, right next to Jihoon’s cock. There is cum smeared on them, cum covering Jihoon’s cock in a light sheen. It is a mix of Soonyoung’s and Seungcheol's release.
It is hotter than it should be. Already his blood is hot with it, the lone of his stare intense as he watches Jeonghan tip forward into Jihoon, letting Chan’s fingers be replaced with the head of his cock.
And it is—
It is—
Sinful. Jeonghan's cunt opens wide around it, swallowing the head and more as Chan breathes out roughly. It must be a tight fit because Jihoon curses softly, his voice thin as he speaks.
“Is this what you wanted, Mr. Yoon?” He moves Jeonghan's hips tentatively over the both of them. Jeonghan cries out. “To be fucked so full you get stuffed with two cocks?”
Jeonghan does not say anything, and tears are building in his eyes when Soonyoung dares to raise his gaze. They don't fall, not yet, but they make his eyes shiny and glittery.
He’s so unbearably beautiful it hurts.
Chan’s hips start moving, fucking into Jeonghan with clear purpose as Jihoon holds Jeonghan steady. And they are finding their pace, everything else taking a backseat to the way Jeonghan’s fat cunt stretches to accommodate them.
Oh, Jeonghan mouths, but it is silent. His thighs are really shaking now, weak with the way he’s being filled up again and again, never empty as Jihoon slides in alongside Chan and vice versa.
“God,” Joshua gasps from somewhere across the room. Soonyoung agrees. There is something so very holy about watching Jeonghan take Jihoon and Chan at the same time.
“You’re tight,” Chan says in a large rush of breath. Jeonghan’s head lolls back, his expression one of pure bliss as he clamps down on both of them with a loose grip, his cunt conditioned to taking by now.
Jeonghan wails when both of them force him open, splitting him wide in ways that even Soonyoung winces at. But it must be good, because Jeonghan's hand is once again stuck between his and Jihoon’s body, touching himself with shaking fingers.
“I’m going to—” Jihoon breathes out. “Hyung, you’re too much.”
Jeonghan says something, garbled, half formed, as he’s reduced to a weeping mess, the tears he’d gathered finally falling in tandem to the way Jihoon and Chan are moving.
It is violent, and it is rough, and it is everything Soonyoung has wanted for a very, very long time. He’s close, too. It is not just Jihoon chasing his pleasure now.
“Give me,” Jeonghan says, faltering. “Give it to me Jihoon-ah.”
Jihoon says a small fuck and then presses into Jeonghan, burying his face into Jeonghan's neck as he finally cums. It’s yet another load, warm and coaxing, gone straight to Jeonghan's wet cunt.
Chan’s nails dig into Jeonghan's waist as he gasps at the feeling of it, his cock still brushing against Jihoon’s with every thrust. It is like the feeling of Jihoon’s cum leaking out of Jeonghan is too much for him, the ache of his body for more loud enough for the rest of them to hear.
“Hyung,” Chan says desperately, his voice rough. His hips jerk up into Jeonghan, and Jeonghan nods. He’s half gone, delirious. Soonyoung can see it in the darkness of his pupils, the shadows of his lashes low on his cheeks.
And then it is Chan who cannot hold back, his moans broken down as he pushes Jihoon out of Jeonghan and shoots his load right there and then. Jeonghan is practically gaping by now, and it is obvious in the way white covers his thighs and the hole of his cunt.
Loose, sloppy. Just as they like him.
Soonyoung never claimed the rest of them were good people.
“You can stay,” Seungcheol tells a still trembling Jeonghan as Chan dumps him unceremoniously on the bed. His eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth cherry red. Soonyoung could fuck him again.
He won’t, of course. But he waves at Jeonghan as he walks out of the room, cock tucked back into his pants, his joints soft with satisfaction.
“Bye hyung.”
Jeonghan does not respond.
Mr. Yoon coming over is a weekly occurrence, now. He walks in, all tight fitting clothes and the bruises on his hips still healing, and allows them to do as they wish.
Joshua takes advantage of this; he’s tried the least with Mr. Yoon, and he figures it’s about time he takes what he wants.
“Shua-yah,” Jeonghan whines into the air, arm thrown over his eyes, when Joshua runs a finger down the line of his cunt and then suddenly draws a hit on it.
He’s crying out with the force of it, his hips jerking into the air when Joshua’s palm lands on his cunt again, but he seeks more of it regardless. He’s a slut. It’s his god given truth by now.
“Like this?” Joshua asks him curiously, his hand striking down even harder. Jeonghan’s legs shake, trying to close futilely. But Joshua won't take that.
“C’mon hyung,” he says, chiding. His legs are situated between Jeonghan's, keeping his thighs apart. Jeonghan is so wet beneath him it’s ridiculous.
Jeonghan’s chest is heaving in breaths when Joshua massages his cunt with his palm, soothing, just before he raises it back up and slaps it again. The sound is truly obscene. It almost feels disrespectful.
But Jeonghan moans so prettily when Joshua does it, his whole frame thrown onto the couch. Joshua can't just stop, he reasons. It’d be cruel to leave Jeonghan like this.
Jeonghan yelps out when Joshua leans in closer and spits on his cunt, palm landing with more force than ever. He could,
He could slap his clit, make him shake in overstimulation. His hand is still tapping on Jeonghan, the vibrator inside him. The ever growing need Jeonghan has showing through the shake of his legs.
Joshua considers it. Jeonghan would probably enjoy it, his body accepting it like he does all else. Okay, he thinks. He will. Because he wants to, because it is what Jeonghan needs.
It is like Jeonghan’s been punched, when Joshua does it. His mouth drops open on a cry, his cunt warm underneath Joshua’s hand as he turns his head away. And then liquid is practically gushing out of him, spraying Joshua, unbelievably hot.
“Holy fuck,” Soonyoung’s voice says from the doorway. He sounds alarmed, his tone dry and pitched.
Joshua turns back to Jeonghan, the heaving of his chest as his cunt clenches around the vibrator inside of him. His thighs are wet, his cunt temptingly shiny.
It would be a waste to not— to not clean Jeonghan up, he reasons.
His mouth draws along one of Jeonghan's thighs, his tongue swiping along old bruises as he sucks marks onto Jeonghan's thighs. He kisses the supple skin, takes it between his teeth and bites down softly. He applies the kind of pressure that makes Jeonghan cry out until he’s made his way to Jeonghan's pussy.
Slowly, he draws the vibrator out of Jeonghan, satisfied at the jerk of Jeonghan's hips as he does so.
“You’re so wet,” Soonyoung breathes out as he settles onto the armrest, a few spaces away from Jeonghan. His inhale is sharp when Joshua lands a kiss on Jeonghan's cunt, his mouth opened wide as he flat of his tongue digs into Jeonghan and swipes along his folds.
Jeonghan's thighs clamp around his head, achingly tight as Joshua’s tongue dips into his hole, then pulls back up to tease at his clit, drawing it into his mouth. He sucks at it, the tiniest pressure, and Jeonghan cries out.
“Hyung,” Soonyoung’s voice cuts through the haze. “Joshua hyung, Mr. Yoon is shaking.”
Joshua expected it. He seals his mouth around Jeonghan, his tongue still flicking into Jeonghan's hole. It clenches around him, barely a pressure as Joshua licks into him, slow and deliberate.
Jeonghan is thrashing in his hold, probably grasping for a cushion or something to hold. He’s always needed support when he’s being taken beyond what he can stand.
He lifts his head up, once, and sees the way Jeonghan has given up on all coherent thought, his face set in lax pleasure as the shadows of his eyelashes flutter softly.
Joshua sits back on his heels, shoving three of his fingers into Jeonghan easily, his cunt loose and sloppy around them. He’s wanton again, hips seeking touch as he forces himself down on them.
This is the result of weeks of fucking Jeonghan, taking him over the counters, in their rooms, on the floor— his eyes are hungry, wide open as he looks down at Joshua, at his fingers stretching Jeonghan wide. The vibrator sits beside them, asking to be used again.
Joshua considers using it, but Jeonghan is rocking his hips back onto Joshua and he gives it up.
“Shua-yah,” he gasps out, his eyes shiny with tears. He’s always crying like this, begging more even beyond the edge. Perhaps he likes the thought of being used so thoroughly his pleasure and comfort is no longer important.
Whatever the case, Joshua only has to add a fourth finger for Jeonghan to be satisfied again, hand on his lower stomach as he hums out more pleas that hover in Joshua's head.
He is still staring at Jeonghan when Soonyoung draws their attention. He’s always doing that, pulling some crazy stunts that the rest of them would never do.
Soonyoung leans forward and giggles, phone out in hand as he stares at Jeonghan with fond eyes. “How much do you think people would pay for your sex tapes?”
Jeonghan’s head snaps to him. “What?” He asks, dazed.
Soonyoung smiles indulgingly. His phone screen is lit up with videos, dozens of them, every single one showing Jeonghan in some kind of compromising position. Joshua recognizes them; they’ve all watched them at some point in time. Mingyu’s taken most of them, really.
Joshua crooks his fingers. Soonyoung laughs again.
“Don't worry hyung,” he says, as Jeonghan clamps down like a vice around Joshua’s fingers. “We won’t tell anyone.”
Of course they won't. They would never. Because—
Because,
Sharing Jeonghan with anyone who isn't them was never on the table.