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“You ready?” Seokmin asks gently, his hand cupping Jihoon’s cheek. Jihoon takes a deep breath before he assesses himself, flexing against the various restraints on him.
There’s a hogtie chain that connects his wrists to his ankles, forcing him to remain on his knees. As if that weren’t enough his thighs are attached to his shins, removing any and all leftover mobility from the hogtie and providing options to change how he’s tied without untying him.
Incredibly smart, even if it is incredibly rude.
There’s a plug in his ass, keeping him open and ready but not quite enough to do anything more than tease. A cock ring already is wrapped snugly around both his cock and balls, already making him incredibly sensitive. The blindfold just heightens everything else, leaving him feeling vulnerable and helpless in the best way possible. The headphones resting heavily against his collar bones promise that that feeling will become even more pressing, almost as if it were inescapable.
All and all, Jihoon is incredibly excited.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
“What do you do if you want to stop?”
“Snap, clap, or red,” Jihoon recites easily.
Seokmin presses a sweet kiss to his lips, leaning back just enough to whisper, “Good boy.” Jihoon shivers with the praise and Seokmin laughs against his lips before his tongue darts out and licks at Jihoon’s bottom lip. His desperate noises are lost in the press of their lips, the only point of contact Jihoon has with Seokmin. It’s then that he realizes he wants more, whining into Seokmin’s mouth desperately. Seokmin simply laughs as he pulls away.
“You still want the headphones?”
Jihoon hums as he nods.
“Still multiple orgasms?”
“Yeah, but maybe check in.”
“Will do,” Seokmin says easily. “You still don’t wanna know who’s here?”
This time Jihoon shakes his head, excitement thrumming through him. “No, nor how many.”
Seokmin sighs softly before he presses a kiss to Jihoon’s cheek. “Sorry, sorry. You know I worry.”
Jihoon hums as he tries to chase Seokmin down by voice alone, planting a kiss on whatever skin he finds there. “I’ll call for you if I want to talk about anything, okay? And if I want the headphones off I’ll make sure I say something or call yellow. Okay?”
Seokmin sighs again before he presses a kiss to Jihoon’s forehead. “Okay,” he answers softly, running a hand down Jihoon’s flank. “I’ll put the headphones on and bring everybody in.”
“I love you.”
Seokmin snorts softly as the headphones move from around his neck. “I love you too, baby. Have fun.”
Jihoon grins at him as the headphones slide over his ears and suddenly Jihoon is left in a world by himself. The problem with buying expensive headphones, he muses as a hand slides down his chest before it disappears.
Jihoon shuffles a little bit as he waits, suddenly aware of the plug in his ass once more. It’s still far more of a tease than anything, but it’s at least something to focus on while he waits.
Suddenly fingers skim over both of his nipples and Jihoon gasps, the touch gone as fast as it came. It comes back again, more firmly this time, and Jihoon arches his back as his nipples are tweaked. It disappears again and Jihoon takes a moment to breathe before his breath ends up jammed in his throat.
He’s not sure exactly what they did, but all of the sudden there’s a suction-y feeling around his left nipple that is quickly followed by his right. Sure, he’s always had sensitive nipples, but the constant stimulation on them brings him more pleasure than he would have thought possible.
A hand taps at his inner thighs and Jihoon spreads them apart as best as he can, a squeeze to his flank acting as a silent form of praise. Admittedly it’s the first thing that Jihoon misses, being able to be praised. They might have to change that before the night is done. Or at least next time they do something like this.
His thoughts are immediately broken as fingertips trace up his cock, his hips trying to buck despite how he can’t with how he’s been bound. He’s sure they're laughing at him before a light smack lands on his thigh, a wordless warning to be good. Jihoon swallows as he tries to settle, well aware how he’s currently on display for who knows how many people.
Nails run down Jihoon’s sternum pointedly, scratching just enough to make his muscles tense as he tries not to writhe. They drag back up before they settle around his throat, just resting there without any pressure and Jihoon feels himself freeze against the touch. From size alone he knows it’s not Seokmin but he can’t exactly care, baring his neck to the hand as he continuously pants. Another hand ghosts against his cock and Jihoon can only whimper, squeezing his eyes shut under the blindfold as he balls his fists, desperate to stay still and be good. The hand squeezes his cock before it disappears again, the hand on his throat following soon after.
Once more Jihoon is practically alone, doing his best not to squirm where he kneels. Though he knows it’s a rather short amount of time Jihoon can’t help but to feel like he’s been left on his own for ages, growing increasingly more riled up with each minute that ticks past. He’s debating saying something, wondering what exactly he would say, when there are fingertips suddenly poking at his lips.
Obediently Jihoon opens his mouth, sucking on the fingers into his mouth immediately and without abandon. Someone groans loudly enough that Jihoon can hear it filter through the headphones and it takes everything in him not to laugh. Instead he sucks at the fingers in his mouth diligently, his tongue lapping them as he’s sure he’s making obscene noises in an attempt to keep them in his mouth.
Suddenly there’s tapping beside his suctioned nipples and Jihoon chokes on a gasp, bowing into the sensation as it moves closer to the incredibly sensitive area. He’s certain that he’s drooling around the fingers now but he can’t care, groaning desperately as the suction around his right nipple suddenly disappears and is replaced by pinching fingers. It’s all the more sensitive and Jihoon doesn’t know what to do, desperately trying to catch his breath when teeth skin across the swollen bud. A noise is punched from his chest as a tongue licks a strip across his nipple, his chest heaving from the pleasure alone as they begin to suck. Jihoon’s desperate noises must be distorted around the fingers but he can’t care, pressing further into the touch as his nipple continues to be played with. They move away and Jihoon whimpers, almost jolting when that same suctioning feeling comes back immediately. Someone bites next to his areola and Jihoon whimpers once more, his jaw slack and still held open by the fingers inside of his mouth.
Whoever it is that’s been toying with him this time slips away as Jihoon whimpers once more, already desperate for someone to touch him again.
Clearly his wish is their command as he feels a wad of spit suddenly land on his cock, a hand following to spread it around within a beat. Both sensations make his hips pathetically buck but he isn’t even scolded for it this time, almost as if the culprit either gets it or they think it’s funny. Slowly his cock is worked, more spit landing on him to help smooth the slide. It doesn’t take very long for him to start moaning, his cock fully hard in their steady hand.
One more glob of spit lands on his cock before they pull away, Jihoon’s groan of disappointment ringing through his own ears. His hair is yanked immediately and Jihoon chokes, his cock twitching at the feeling. The suction on his left nipple vanishes before there are fingers pinching his nipple, tugging on the bud much like his hair. Jihoon’s back bows into the feeling as he chokes on a moan, his muscles pulling against the restraints. The hands let go and Jihoon leans forward as he tries to catch his breath, unable to go very far due to his restraints. The restriction of his movement has something inside him sparking and Jihoon pulls against them a little more so that they bite at him, biting his lip to hold in any noises of pleasure.
Jihoon doesn’t get very long to himself before he’s yanked up by his hair, a long groan spilling from his lips as his roots are tugged on again and again. Teeth nip at his neck before they trail further down, scraping against his nipple before it’s soothed by a tongue. This pattern continues until Jihoon’s writhing under the ministrations, left panting as they pull away and the suction is put back in its place.
Someone presses the plug further in him and Jihoon tries to jolt, a heavy hand on his upper thigh holding him in place. He grits his teeth as the plug is slowly shifted inside of him, the bulbous shape constantly catching on his rim and stretching it deliciously. Jihoon clenches around the toy but isn’t able to do much else, and instead he is forced to take what’s being given to him. The hand on his thigh slowly begins to move higher and higher until it settles in the crease of his thigh, what must be a thumbnail scratching at the sensitive skin there. Jihoon twitches but he can’t do much else, not even as another hand starts to do the same thing to the other side.
Fingers coil around his neck and he freezes, his panting growing harsh even if there’s nothing more than a light pressure around his throat. His hands ball into fists as he arches, practically inviting the hand to press further into his neck.
There’s a tap on his shoulder before anything else can really take hold, one side of the headphones shifted to that he can hear. His cheeks flare red when he hears just how loud his breathing is, especially since it’s paired with the squelching of the toy in his ass and constant noises from the chains as he strains.
“Hi baby,” Seokmin greets softly, the rest of the occupants of the room staying silent.
“Hi,” he mumbles, turning his head to where he thinks Seokmin is and doing his best to lean forward in an attempt to find his lips. Seokmin laughs at him but grants him his wish, devouring Jihoon’s mouth as he tongue fucks into his mouth. By the end of it Jihoon is breathless and straining against his restraints, desperately trying to chase Seokmin even as the various hands on him make it even more impossible.
“Still green?”
“Yeah,” Jihoon pants. “Green.”
A kiss is pressed to his cheek. “Good boy,” Seokmin purrs into his ear, a shiver racing up Jihoon’s spine and lodging itself in his throat right underneath the hand. Seokmin just laughs at him. “Oh, should we pull off the headphones every once and a while and tell you you’re a good boy?”
Jihoon pants through his slack mouth before he eventually ends up whining. He doesn’t know what he wants, and the chuckle in his ear tells him that Seokmin understands that immediately.
“So baby,” Seokmin starts, a heavy undercurrent lurking just below the surface, “somebody wanted to know if we should ask before we move you around, reposition you. What do you think?”
Jihoon forces himself to ignore the teasing sensations from the hands on his body as he considers it. Though it might be nice to have a warning, Jihoon also considers how much he loves just being moved and even thrown around. The plug is pulled out of him suddenly and he whimpers, desperately trying to force himself back on to his train of thought.
“M-Maybe after?”
Seokmin hums curiously, a thumb tracing Jihoon’s bottom lip. “Like after we move you?”
“Y-Yeah,” Jihoon says around a moan, the plug pushed inside of him once more with an obscene squelch. “To, to make sure it’s comfy,” he pants out as someone starts to fuck him with the plug.
Seokmin hums once more, not moving his thumb while still pressing a kiss to Jihoon’s lips. “If it’s not, what will you do?”
“Yellow, red, or just tell you.”
Seokmin hums before he pulls away, likely assessing the answer with the rest of the group. He comes back to Jihoon to nibble on his ear, laughing as it sends jolts through his body.
“Forgot to ask, pictures?”
“Sure,” Jihoon breathes, the hands on his throat squeezing for a moment before it lets up, making his cock twitch.
A hand curls around his cock head and just circles it, ripping a moan from Jihoon’s throat as he throws his head back. Another squeeze to his neck has him gasping, choking on tiny puffs of air despite the real lack of consequences caused by the hold.
A tongue suddenly darts out and licks his slit and Jihoon almost screams, his hips desperate to push into the sensation but still kept so helpless by his restraints. Instead he just groans a little desperately, bearing his neck and earning himself another delicious little squeeze.
“Good boy,” Seokmin whispers into his ear and Jihoon moans. A kiss is pressed into his cheek before teeth are biting at his jaw, making Jihoon’s breath hitch as they begin to suck a mark into his jaw.
“Now,” Seokmin warns against his spit slicked skin, licking a nasty but somehow oddly possessive stripe across Jihoon’s jaw and chin and lips and cheek, “be good.”
Jihoon nods easily as the headphone is put back in place. It’s back to just him and the sensations again. The suctions are removed from his nipples again and he gasps, though he doesn’t have much time to recover before there’s a mouth on each of them. Jihoon does his best not to lose it as they both lick and suck and nip adamantly, assaulting his already sensitive nipples in such a way that Jihoon knows his cock is leaking. A faint part of him wonders if he can cum from just this, but the thought is chased from his mind when he feels two fingers slide inside of him. Jihoon’s back arches as he gasps, his moments so far more pathetic than not with how he’s been tied.
The fingers fuck into him relentlessly, scissoring unexpectedly at the same time that someone swipes a thumb in his leaking slit. Jihoon thinks he might howl as the pleasure rips through him, his head bowed as far forward as he can. His nipples are continuously sucked and licked as well, the forgotten hands on the base of his neck squeezing teasingly.
“Please!” Jihoon cries before he can help it, his toes curled and body taught as they continue to play with him. A third finger slips into his ass as someone starts to stroke his cock in earnest and Jihoon sobs, so overwhelmed with pleasure that he can’t even be sure which way is up.
But then things begin to let up even as he cries, so desperate to cum and still so so close. “No! Please, no!”
They don’t really listen, the hand around his cock loosening until all that’s left is a teasing touch. The fingers in his ass are replaced by another plug, one that feels colder and longer inside of him than the one before. His nipples are left alone too, likely agitated and bruised with how sensitive they are and what they’ve already endured. The hand in his neck slips away too and Jihoon is left on his own, tears of frustration clinging to his lashes.
He pants harshly, his entire chest moving, as he tries to get a hold of himself again. Frustration clouds whatever senses he has left as he pulls against the restraints, desperate for the pleasure that he’s being denied. But then Jihoon finds himself pushed forward, a bruising grip on his pecs and his nipples acting as the only thing keeping him upright. He gasps as whoever’s holding him shuffles their grip so that they can still play with his nipples, an unexpected smack to his thigh making him jump in their hands.
The headphones are shifted slightly as Jihoon continues to make pathetic noises, a hand moving to cradle his cheek before a thumb slides into his mouth and presses down on his tongue.
“Can you hold it here baby? With a little help?” Seokmin coos in that terrible, maddening way, making Jihoon feel even more hot and bothered. He huffs, waiting for the thumb to be removed from his mouth when there’s smack to his flank. “I asked you a question,” Seokmin reminds lowly as the thumb wriggles inside his mouth, making him drool everywhere and making it almost impossible to talk.
Somehow Jihoon pulls through, his eyelids fluttering behind the blindfold. “Ye’h.”
“Good boy,” Seokmin whispers and Jihoon preens. His laughter is drowned out by the headphone now firmly over Jihoon’s ear again.
A hand smacks against Jihoon’s inner thighs until he spreads them as far as he can, his cock bobbing where it hangs. Fingers trace up his length and Jihoon does his best to stay still, his thigh already smacked in warning. The plug begins to move inside of him too and Jihoon chokes on a moan, his mouth open, but he doesn’t get much more out before there’s a cockhead resting on his lips. Immediately Jihoon opens his mouth wider and sticks his tongue out, groaning as a hand curls into his hair and holds his head where it wants him, the cock sliding into his mouth slowly. They don’t push the limits, whoever it is clearly aware of Jihoon’s deathly gag reflex. Instead they allow Jihoon to do the work, tugging at his hair in a warning every time he so much as takes a break to moan in pleasure. The other hands don’t stop teasing him either, fingernails scratching at his cock and making him jolt, fingers pinching his nipples as a warning every time he moves, the plug inside him dragging slowly along his walls. It’s all far too much but yet Jihoon does his best to focus on the dick in his mouth, swallowing around it and tonguing at the slit as the hand in his hair tightens. He hollows his cheeks and sucks, swirling his tongue around the head before he’s taking it as deep as he can. Either whoever this is has a really short fuse or Jihoon’s blowjob game is absolutely incredible, but he pulls away suddenly, giving Jihoon no warning before there’s ribbons of cum landing on his face. He keeps his mouth open and tongue out as they continue to cum, a new hand on his neck freezing him in place before he can even try to swallow, let alone lick any of the cum off of himself.
After a few seconds the hand on his throat disappears and fingers are wiping up the cum from Jihoon’s cheeks, feeding it to him easily. A few strong strokes to his cock act as a wordless version of praise, allowing whoever is in front of him to keep feeding him their cum until they’re done. He doesn’t exactly get a break then though, the cleaned fingers pressed firmly against his tongue and making him drool as the other hands on him rock him back upright. They move him until his legs are spread as far as they can be and a hand curls around his throat once more, making his back bow and leaving him helplessly on display. He’s held in the position for a little while before no one’s touching him again, and he finally puts it together that Seokmin must be taking pictures.
Jihoon jumps when something presses against his sore nipple, the vibrations suddenly kicking on and driving him insane immediately. He doesn’t know whether to press into the sensations or try to hide from them, his jaw hanging open as he lets out a plethora of helpless noises. A hand pets up his flank before the vibrator moves to the other side, a punched out noise leaving his chest as he tries to curl in on himself despite the restraints. Apparently this position must give someone some ideas, and Jihoon finds himself pushed forward until he falls, his shoulder pressed into the mattress. Someone helps move him until he’s laying flat, cock pressed against his stomach and his legs forcibly bent, the restraints around his wrists and ankles holding him in place. There’s a tap behind his headphone but Jihoon just shakes his head. He doesn’t want to be taken out of this in any sort of way right now.
“M’good,” he mumbles. “This is good.”
His answer earns him a sweet kiss to his temple before his hair is yanked, a moan slipping past his swollen lips without a moment of hesitation. They only grow louder as someone palms his ass cheeks, digging their fingers in enough to sting as they drag their hands in circles. Jihoon pants against the mattress before he lets out a groan, the plug pressed further inside of him even as the hands keep moving his ass cheeks. He’s getting more and more worked up before they pull away again, making him whine desperately as he mourns the loss. But, he doesn’t have to wait very long before someone’s hands are on him again and someone’s biting his ass cheek. Jihoon doesn’t know what kind of sound he makes besides the fact that it’s loud, certain that it grows more and more desperate as the teeth marks are soothed with sloppy open mouthed kisses. They start licking wide stripes around his ass and Jihoon knows what’s coming, unsurprised to feel the plug be slipped from his hole and a tongue replaces it. There’s only a few licks before whoever it is huffs against his slick skin, moving away. Jihoon feels hands on his ankles before the clips connecting his hogtie must be undone, his feet guided further away from his ass and his hands shifted upward, giving whoever it is behind him full, free access to his hole. They don’t waste time, going to town immediately.
Jihoon writhes as best he can as his asshole is tongued, gasping loudly when they suck against his rim. His movements drag some fucked up sort of friction on his cock and nipples and he’s moaning wantonly, the tongue plunging inside of him. Jihoon is a mess of desperate noises and pleas as he’s devoured ass first, sobbing when a finger joins in on the assault of his hole. He’s so fucking close that he can taste it, his body trembling with the force of his upcoming orgasm, when they suddenly pulls away.
Jihoon cries out as he writhes, in shock that they could do this to him again, when he finds himself being flipped over and three fingers slamming into his prostate. He barely has time to breathe before he’s cumming, fingers stroking his prostate while his cock is pointedly ignored, who knows how many hands holding him in place so that he can’t wiggle. He rides out the high like a roller coaster, soaring in the epitome of ecstasy.
It takes a while before Jihoon starts to come back down, wincing when he finally realizes there are still fingers pressed against his prostate. He tries to move away from them but he’s stopped by a hand pressing into his chest, flicking his nipple in warning before it moves to cup and knead one of his pecs. The sensation draws a long sigh out of him, to which someone takes the opportunity to shove cum covered fingers into his mouth. He cleans them off diligently before he opens his mouth once more, allowing them to feed him his cum without complaint. They even clean off his sensitive cock, which draws out a hiss from between his teeth, but Jihoon doesn’t have much time to retaliate before the fingers are back in his mouth. Even after they’re clean they don’t move, and Jihoon knits his brows underneath the blindfold in curiosity.
The earphones are shifted again but the fingers stay pointedly in his mouth, even as someone cups his cheeks.
“So baby,” Seokmin starts cheekily, “how do we feel after orgasm one?”
Jihoon takes a deep breath and thankfully the fingers vacate his mouth so he can respond. “Good.”
“Wanna go for another?”
Jihoon hums softly, taking into account how he’s feeling before he finds his answer. “I don’t wanna cum untouched again.”
His words earn him a sweet kiss that soon escalates to Seokmin fucking his mouth with his tongue, licking around almost as if he’s trying to taste Jihoon’s cum. All and all it just makes Jihoon whine into his mouth.
“Okay,” Seokmin whispers into his mouth, “that can be arranged.”
Jihoon starts to hum before he chokes, the fingers he forgot were in his ass pointedly pressing into his prostate once more. He feels his cock twitch but pays it no mind, baring his neck as a long stripe is licked across it.
“Be good,” Seokmin purrs into his ear, fixing the headphones back in place as Jihoon nods.
He only has a second to breathe before someone is deepthroating his sensitive cock, another pair of lips sucking on one of his nipples. Jihoon tries to move against the feelings but he finds he still can’t really, leaving him to whimper helplessly as he’s assaulted with pleasure once more. The sting of overstimulation only heightens the feelings, and he can feel his toes curling after a pathetically short amount of time. He’s moaning up a storm when there are suddenly fingers in his mouth, the impromptu gag making his eyes roll back as he tries to bow his chest. Someone smacks his chest in warning as a hand rests against the base of his neck, pushing him back down onto the bed and making his head spin as a result. They seem to notice his reaction as they begin to play with different pressures, eventually keeping Jihoon pinned down mostly by a force on his collar bones as the others ravish him. His inner thighs are bit and marked immediately, his nipples constantly licked and pinched and rolled by any free hands or mouths. At one point someone’s sucking on his balls while someone else licks his cock, and Jihoon finds himself so desperate to thrash around but forced to stay still that it somehow makes it even better.
Sure, he sort of knew he was into being helpless. He’s still surprised to learn what kind of extent that is.
Someone smacks his flank and makes him jump before all the hands disappear again, giving Jihoon a few seconds to try and catch his breath as well as fight back his already building orgasm. It’s as he’s working on calming down that hands circle his hips, lifting him up to place a pillow under his hips before he’s unceremoniously dropped once more. The change in position lets Jihoon know that he’s about to be fucked, and he can’t help but to moan in anticipation. He’s smacked again, on the inside of his thigh this time, before there are nails scratching down his biceps. They must be talking about something, the group at large, but Jihoon still can’t hear them through the headphones. He can’t even be bothered to think about what they’re saying when someone moves to practically massage his nipples, making him squirm as the hands behind his back white knuckle the sheets.
Jihoon’s already panting when hands press his thighs down further. It’s the only real warning he gets before someone’s cock is pressed against his entrance, slipping inside of him and filling him up more than he cares to describe. He thinks it’s Seokmin who’s inside of him, but he doesn’t get to finish that thought before a hand around his throat makes his mind white out. Mouths descend down on him as he’s slowly fucked, the measured thrusts making him choke on his breath in time, almost half certain that if the cock inside of him was any bigger he’d be split in two. But it doesn’t take very long until he’s being fucked into his prostate relentlessly, the slow and hard pace driving him delirious. He can’t try to move back on the cock either, nor can he wiggle around with all the hands and mouths and teeth on him, and Jihoon finds himself so desperate for something, anything, that he knows he’s crying beneath the blindfold and probably sobbing aloud.
A cock taps against his lips and Jihoon pulls himself out of his spiral of desperation to focus on the cock in front of him. He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, feeling whoever it is above him settle so that they’re straddling his neck and pinning him at the shoulders. Jihoon feels even more desperate and far more helpless like this, literally unable to move any part of his body. The thought makes him moan, the feeling that he’s at the mercy of whoever is around him, and now that he’s suddenly remembering that he doesn’t know who is actually there sends a thrill down his spine.
The cock in his mouth slowly begins to thrust in, careful with him even as they begin to fuck Jihoon’s face. With both of his holes filled Jihoon finds himself feeling blissed out, the sensation becoming exponentially more potent as someone swallows his own cock to the hilt. The suction-y feeling is suddenly back on his nipples and Jihoon can’t describe how desperate he is, every single breath he takes or beat of his heart sends cascades of pleasure throughout his entire body.
It doesn’t take him very long to cum again, his entire body blazing with pleasure. He feels like his veins are on fire and his blood is magma, his entire world white and full of pleasure. Any and all touches feel like they’re a million times more potent, especially as his body tries but fails to thrash around as he’s lost in the throes of pleasure. His hips try to kick as his dick is swallowed once more, another thrust nailing him in the prostate and making him see stars. He chokes on the cock in his mouth for a few moments before it pulls out, leaving him panting desperately until cum splatters on his face and he groans. Pleasure slowly starts to bleed into overstimulation but before it can do much Jihoon is empty, cum splattering on his torso from whoever pulled out of him. Finally the suction on his nipples disappears and Jihoon is left blissed out and floaty, sounds trickling in from where he knocked his headphones out of place.
“Give me a second with him, okay? Then we’ll figure out what to do.”
It’s Seokmin’s voice quietly commanding the others and Jihoon feels something sweet surge inside of him. There are fingertips on his on shoulder before it reaches up to his face, cupping a cheek as he moves the headphone half off of one ear.
“Baby?”
Jihoon hums softly in response.
“Do you want the headphones off?” Seokmin asks sweetly and eases them off the second that Jihoon nods. “Do you wanna know who’s here? Or should they stay quiet?”
Jihoon chokes on a breathless laugh as he smiles. “They c’n talk.”
Someone hums to his right, fingertips tracing across his chest and dragging through a puddle of cum there. “Seokmin told us you like to clean up any messes,” they purr and Jihoon laughs before there are fingers rather gently prodding at his swollen lips.
“Yeah,” Jihoon laughs, leaning forward slightly to take the fingers into his mouth and clean them. More fingers descend on his body as he’s fed what feels like buckets of cum, fingers carding through his sweaty hair as he works.
“Do you wanna be untied, baby?” Seokmin asks gently, running a hand over Jihoon’s thigh. He thinks about it for a moment before there are fingers poking his lips again.
“Later.”
Seokmin presses a kiss to his forehead as Jihoon goes back to cleaning cum off fingers, more than happy to do it. Eventually he’s left panting, his head pillowed in Seokmin’s lap before fingers slowly circle his restraints. His legs are released and someone else takes his ankle in their hands, straightening his leg and soothing him gently as he whimpers. Jihoon’s other leg is given the same treatment before his wrists are freed from behind him, Jihoon left splayed out. Various hands rain down upon him and rid him of the various restraints left on his skin, little kisses pressed what feels like everywhere they can reach. He sighs into the feeling and sinks into the mattress.
“Can I take off the ring?”
Fuck, Jihoon didn’t even remember he was wearing it. Though he nods he hisses as Seokmin removes it, the jostling of his overly sensitive cock and balls not the most pleasant thing in the world. Once it’s off, Seokmin just presses a kiss to his forehead in both praise and apology.
“Do you want the blindfold off?” Seokmin asks, slipping the fabric off after Jihoon nods. He doesn’t open his eyes though but no one pushes him to either, instead just rubbing circulation back into his tired limbs.
“Clean or cuddle?” Seokmin asks, smoothing a hand over Jihoon’s stomach.
“Cuddle,” Jihoon mumbles after a moment, preening as kisses rain over his body once more.
“Lemme get you some boxers and a shirt, and then you can tell me whether or not you want our guests to leave.”
Jihoon nods, grateful that Seokmin lowers his head down onto the mattress before he takes his leave. There’s a hand on his stomach and another on his thigh, someone humming sweetly beside him.
“We won’t be mad if you tell us to leave.”
“Yeah,” a second voice agrees, and Jihoon finally realizes that there were only ever two more of them even if it felt like a small army at times. “If you wanna just be with Seokkie right now that’s more than okay.”
“And we won’t tell you who we are if you don’t want to know.”
Jihoon thinks about it, sighing happily when he holds out his hands and they both take one. “Stay,” he mumbles, laughing as they both press disgusting kisses to his cheeks.
“Did baby tell you to stay?”
“Yeah,” one of them says before they press a kiss to Jihoon’s temple.
“Isn’t he sweet?”
Jihoon feels himself flush, the heat only growing when a kiss is pressed to his nose.
“The sweetest,” Seokmin confirms. Jihoon lets him manipulate his body as Seokmin pulls his boxers on. “Go put some clothes on,” Seokmin scolds their guests and they slip away, but only after they each press a kiss to somewhere on Jihoon’s skin.”They’re silly,” Seokmin says softly, helping Jihoon into a shirt before he lets him settle, rustling beside him once more. Jihoon blinks his tired eyes open to investigate what Seokmin’s doing, smiling when he sees Seokmin is quickly donning his own garments. He smiles when he meets Jihoon’s eyes before he smothers him, kissing everywhere on his face that he can reach as Jihoon giggles.
“So!” Seokmin says brightly, still flushed from their previous activities and absolutely breathtaking, his eyes sparkling. “Tell me: what did we like, what did not like. What should we never talk about and what should we do in like twenty minutes?”
Jihoon laughs, somehow finding the strength to reach up and smack Seokmin’s flank weakly before he anchors his hand there. “I liked it all.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jihoon confirms, his eyes flickering to the door when he hears a knock on the frame. Soonyoung and Mingyu both smile at him sweetly, both of them looking beautifully fucked out.
“Hi Jihoonie,” Soonyoung greets, his smile growing when Jihoon hums back at him.
“How’re you feeling, baby?”
Jihoon lets his eyes flutter shut once more, holding out a hand towards the others. “Tired.”
“Come cuddle,” Seokmin says and it doesn’t take very long for them to join them on the bed. They’re all dogpiled on top of each other and Jihoon can’t help but to sigh happily, earning himself a few more kisses scattered across his skin. He laughs softly before he tucks his face into Seokmin’s neck, fingers carding through his hair as the man he loves hums underneath him.
“Get some rest baby,” Seokmin soothes, squeezing Jihoon’s flank as the rest of them hum in agreement.
Of course Jihoon listens. What else would he do?