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Suho will never get enough of how good the two of them are for him.
With a shuddering gasp, and limbs quivering delicately, Kim Chundong lets out a sound that’s a cross between a hoarse gasp and a soft whimper. His face creases at the sudden emptiness inside him or the wet glorp! of cum dripping out after Suho’s cock. It is a fruit of labor, born from their coupling, where Suho had held Chundong down by the hips and pulsed hotly inside him, filling and soaking every inch.
“Fu- uck,” Chundong shudders. His thighs and the swell of his ass are splattered with splashes of milky white, as beads of Suho’s essence trail down from his winking rim over his delicate perineum. And it’s a soft curse that has Suho zeroing in on him, fighting the desire to line his cock up and just push Chundong down. But, the two of them aren’t alone.
Beside him, Suho can hear the quiet but quick pace of Hajin’s breaths. Suho lets out a quiet chuckle as he turns over to take in Hajin’s state.
Hajin’s is just as bare as Suho and Chundong, cock hard and twitching. But even though, Hajin’s body belies his arousal, Hajin himself has a hand covering his mouth, the other hand shyly resting at the hilt of his own dick. He could’ve easily stroked himself while Suho was busy Chundong, but it seemed that Suho wasn’t quite successful in breaking Hajin out of the inherent shyness that he had toward sex.
“Hajiiiiin,” Suho drawls out his name playfully, reaching out to grab his wrist and press nibbling little kisses on the skin. “Why didn’t you enjoy it? You haven’t touched yourself.”
Hajin grows bright red as he sputters, trying to get his incoherent words into some semblance of order, but Chundongs twinkling laugh beats him to it.
“Suho, take it easy on him,” Chundong plops back, legs shifting as he gets used to the former feeling of his insides not being jammed full of Suho’s dick. “You know he’s a bit shy about that stuff.”
“...like it…” Hajin mumbles as he averts his gaze in embarrassment.
“Hm?” Suho smiles at Hajin. “What’d you say?”
“It’s not like I didn’t like it,” Hajin mutters a bit more audibly. Both Suho and Chundong blink at him before they break out in smiles: a lip upturn on Chundong’s part and a full beam on Suho’s.
“It was hot, wasn’t it?” Chundong brazenly teases Hajin. For his troubles, Hajin throws a pillow which Chundong casually catches with a laugh. Nonetheless, Suho has to agree with Chundong. He isn’t wrong.
From the way Chundong had arched so luxuriously, back rolling with muscle definition as he made barely bitten back sounds that made Suho so so hard. Then there was the sight of Chundong’s abdomen stretching out and his chest jutting out as he rolled his hips back on Suho’s cock. Chundong had opened up so easily for Suho and he took everything so well.
Impulsively, Suho reaches out, fingers curling behind Chundong’s neck, and brings him in for a filthy and noisy open-mouthed kiss. And when Suho pulls away, Chundong is panting: Lips parted to display his tongue, stomach and ass messy with cum, and pretty red bitemarks on his pectoral around the nipple. Seriously, the temptation to just take Chundong again raged through Suho, but he refrained.
Suho rolls over, deceptively quick before Hajin can meaningfully react.
“Suho—!” Hajin starts, but Suho is already pinning Hajin down against the mattress with his own body weight. He begins by swirling his tongue on the skin, mouth watering because he can finally get to ravishing Hajin.
Hajin lets out a soft moan when Suho latches onto his nipple, suckling the areola and the skin while his teeth teased and nibbled at the skin. Hajin proves to be really sensitive as he instinctively thrashes and balls his hands into Suho’s hair in an attempt to pull him off. Yet the pleasure of getting his chest sucked is enough to sap Hajin of the proper strength to get Suho off.
“Stop, no— nmf!” Hajin protests, biting his lip to smother his sounds. Suho senses more than he feels when Chundong smoothly slides up to Hajin’s side.
“God you’re so sensitive, Hajin,” Chundong chuckles affectionately, rubbing a thumb against Hajin’s cheekbone to catch a tear. Hajin makes a soft sound when Chundong presses a kiss against his cheek and peppers his lips over the underside of Hajin’s jaw down to his neck and shoulders.
And something in Suho wants to coil and croon at the sight of Hajin and Chundong getting along. Because it’s so good to see the two of them in harmony as Suho had the precious privilege to have the two of them.
He’s not too exact on the details, since it’s too complicated for Suho to understand. Apparently, Hajin had replaced Chundong, but Chundong managed to come back? And Chundong wasn’t originally supposed to come back but some being called the Deviant Author managed to make it happen? It was a whole fiasco with Chundong being confused and Hajin being riddled with guilt, but the three of them managed to get through it.
Suho isn’t too picky about the details. All that matters is that he has the two of them here with him.
Suho starts to trail kisses down and down. A particular kiss over the soft sensitive flesh of Hajin’s tummy has him gasping delicately. Yet, Chundong is there, intertwining his fingers with Hajin to help keep him sated and calm. It’s absolutely adorable how Hajin gets skittish and shy despite the prickly exterior he puts up.
They’re so good for Suho.
Suho smooths his hands over both of Hajin’s legs, leaning in to press a kiss against the flesh of his inner thigh. “Hajin? Can I?”
Hajin pants, eyes flicking down to where Suho’s cock throbs against Hajin’s, dwarfing Hajin in size. He gulps and looks to Chundong with an expression that’s basically asking How the hell did you manage to handle this?!
Chundong clearly understands the question in Hajin’s eyes as he chuckles. “You’ll be okay. It felt good. Besides, we already prepped you.”
Suho clearly remembers that: Hajin sandwiched between the muscular bracket of Suho and Chundong as they both pressed and rubbed their fingers inside him and took turns teasing his prostrate. It was especially erotic when Hajin squirmed between them, pretty little pants and keens as he pushed against Chundong and Suho in an attempt to escape the pleasure.
Hajin remembers too, evidenced by the way his cheeks burn and he tries to bury his face into the pillow. He peeks up with one eye and Suho makes sure to offer a cutesy disarming smile. Thankfully, Hajin is somewhat placated by this as he shyly nods once.
Suho’s smile grows practically radiant as he steadies and lines his cock up by the base. And then, he glides in, Hajin opening up for him with barely any resistance. Suho throws his head back and croons in celebration as he slides in and in and in . Already slick with lube, Suho’s cock finds its home deep into Hajin’s fluttering insides, warm and wet flesh quivering around him like a vice.
Suho can feel the thrum of Hajin’s flesh echoing and reverberating into his dick, and he moans as he grinds just a little bit deeper to gorge himself on that pleasure. Hajin's moan climbs up into a desperate whine as he shifts his hip, waist swaying as he tries to acclimate to the feel of Suho’s huge cock molding itself into his guts.
“Good boy,” Suho rumbles as he circles his hips, grinding point-blank to ease Hajin into the feeling. And the praise does something to Hajin as he sinks into the mattress, a haze of mindlessness beginning to settle over him.
“Look at you taking him so well,” Chundong notices Hajin’s reaction to Suho’s praise. He cracks an affectionate smile, brushing Hajin’s hair aside to peck his forehead. “You opened right up for him.”
“...Chundong,” Hajin’s voice catches in a whimper and Chundong cooes at him, kissing the edge of Hajin’s lip before consuming Hajin’s next breath in a filthy mesh of saliva and tongue. Suho pouts and grinds just a bit deeper, jamming the blunt head of his cock against Hajin’s prostrate. Hajin gasps, unintentionally breaking lips from Chundong, and Chundong gives Suho an accusatory side glance.
“I want a kiss too,” Suho whines like a sad puppy, and Chundong rolls his eyes in good nature.
“Suho, you have your dick inside him.”
Hajin huffs, nose scrunched up cutely as Suho rolls his hips nice and slow against Hajin’s ass. He reaches up and Suho follows, leaning over Hajin’s body as he smushes his lips against Hajin’s with a happy hum.
“There’s your kiss you big baby,” Hajin mutters and Suho laughs.
“Thank you,” Suho smiles teasingly. And to reward Hajin’s willingness to indulge Suho, he starts to move with a bit more energy. And the lewd sounds of their union would make any seasoned prostitute blush. The wet slap of flesh against flesh, the gurgle of lube being displaced around each piston of Suho’s cock, and the harmonized whines and croons.
Chundong kisses Hajin’s shoulder, peppering him with kisses to distract Hajin from any pain and discomfort he might feel while Suho takes the mindless route of rutting deep into Hajin in the primal desire to fuck and breed.
And it’s so gratifying the way that Hajin accepts all of Suho’s cock. Both Kim Chundong and Kim Suho were of the late Akatrina, so their discipline and experience would have them more tolerant to pain and discomfort. So Suho could afford to go a little wild with Chundong, but he tries so hard to be gentle with Hajin.
But Hajin takes them so well despite not being of Akatrina, and it makes a part of Suho want to burrow his face into Hajin’s chest and hold him for the precious thing he is. He takes everything so well and accepts all of Suho’s rough edges and it almost means more than Chundong’s acceptance.
Suho doesn’t play favorites though. Both Chundong and Hajin are so precious to Suho and he just wants to spoil, cuddle, indulge, and fuck the both of them so good that they cum all over each other and look pretty leaking Suho’s cum.
Suho could imagine it, Chundong on his back and Hajin splayed over him, chest to chest as they look up at Suho with wide eyes as Suho takes turns thrusting into both of them. And the floodgates open with so many other dirty little trysts, positions, and scenarios that Suho wants to give to his boys.
“Suhooooo,” Hajin whines when Suho thrusts particularly hard, and his cock twitches at his earlier imagination.
“You’re so good for me,” Suho praises. He wraps a hand around one of Hajin’s ankles, pulling his leg so Hajin’s leg bends around Suho’s waist while Suho takes Hajin’s other leg so that he can shower it with little nibbles and kitten licks. “Next time? The two of you are gonna suck each other and sixty-nine. And I’m gonna watch as you cum into each other’s mouths for me.”
Both Hajin and Chundong moan at this. Chundong is splayed over the bed, hips rolling against the mattress so that he gets some sexual gratification to his dick as Suho fucks and spoils Hajin with his cock.
Hajin and Chundong give and Suho takes. It’s a completely fair thing to Suho.
All of these thoughts send heat pooling deep in Suho’s gut, and he thrusts just a bit faster, a bit harder. Suho can feel that orgasm creeping up on him as he follows a little syncopated pace of thrusting into Hajin and holding his cock there for a second to let Hajin enjoy that feeling of being full. But it’s not quite enough and Suho wants to give voice to his filthy fantasies.
“‘m gonna suck the two of you until you guys cum and then I’m let you guys taste what it’s like when you’re mixed together,” has Hajin arching in desperation, fists balling up the sheets.
“Or one of you can ride my dick and the other on my face, and the two of you are gonna cum all over me,” has Chundong moaning hoarsely, fingers teasing and pulling on his cock.
Suho’s croon collapses into a whimper as he drives his cock in point-blank for the last time. The first beat of liquid heat makes Hajin cry out as he accepts Suho’s essence into his fold. Hajin reaches his own orgasm, liquid spurting from his cockhead as he continues to get pumped full of Suho’s cum.
Suho grinds in just a little bit deeper, to rub each wad into Hajin’s insides. He doesn’t bother to brace himself, collapsing on Hajin and then taking the time to lazily make out with him.
It’s probably only about half a minute, but it feels like an eternity. Suho eventually pulls back and glances over at Chundong who is unsurprisingly hard, but surprisingly didn’t cum himself. Suho chuckles when Chundong looks at him a little desperately. So, Suho also pulls Chundong in for a kiss as well, way too filthy and desperate for someone who’s cum twice in both of them. But Suho’s learned that his refractory period is pretty much nonexistent.
Suho finally slips out, a wet pop! followed by a little squirt of cum that has Hajin shifting in embarrassment. His hole winks, desperately and failing to try and keep the proof of Suho’s pleasure inside him.
Suho croon as he presses Chundong’s head against his shoulder and reaches out for Hajin to join. His hand wraps around both of their cocks which has both of them gasping and whining.
“Can the two of you guys cum again for me?” Suho makes sure to ask extra sweetly. His thumb tweaks and presses expertly against the slit of both of their cockheads. Chundong gasps, breath hot and wet against Suho’s ear while Hajin grips Suho’s arm, damp-breath ghosting over the edge of Suho’s chest.
It doesn’t take long before the two of them reach their orgasms, hot liquid spilling over Suho’s knuckles and against his stomach. Suho watches them with depthless affection as he lowers them onto the bed. Hajin and Chundong curl close against each other, fingers reaching out and hands smoothing over goosebumps as they come down from their mutual height of pleasure. The two of them are a mess, but a pretty mess: covered with sweat and the scent of sex, cum splattered in key erotic places that gets Suho hard all over again.
But Suho feels the stirrings of just wanting more and more from them.
“Hajin, Chundong,” Suho whispers. The mattress dips as he shuffles closer on his knees. His cock still juts out, glistening and coated with gooey white, and Suho pulls Chundong and Hajin close. “Can you…?”
Hajin flushes at Suho’s trailed-off question while Chundong gives him an amused smile. Still, Chundong takes the lead between the two. He gives a tentative lick on the side of Suho’s cock, lapping up at his seed. Hajin follows, watching Chundong with wide eyes for a second, lips tickling and gliding right on the under rim of Suho’s dick. Their shy kisses and kitten licks have Suho’s cock twitching and he cooes at the adorable sight of his boys lavishing him with attention.
And the thing that has Suho’s heart swelling is that they’re not only getting him off, Chundong and Hajin are kissing each other around Suho’s cock. Their lips are practically white-hot against Suho’s cock, and he slowly thrusts between their union like an onahole.
“The two of you are so good for me,” Suho smiles softly, his hands patting their heads as they whine and catch each droplet of seed that is layered over his cock.
And unfortunately, all things can’t last forever as Suho reaches the end of his rope again. He makes sure to showerthem with praises calling them good, perfect, his . Chundong a little heady by the praise, accidentally angles his head so that Suho pushes his cock into his mouth and bulges out his cheek. Chundong sputters and Suho moves his cock, but it slips out a little too quickly and wetly hits Hajin in the nose.
It’s an endearing little situation that has Suho giggling, rubbing his hands through their hair, wavy black and frizzy brown.
And then Suho’s cumming for a third time, most of it landing on Hajin’s face. Hajin reels back with a quiet indignant sound, but Chundong’s there already licking off Suho’s spend. Then the two of them are kissing, sharing the cum that Suho has given them with saliva and tongue with wet erotic slurps and smacks.
Eventually, Chundong and Hajin are on the mattress again, frames rising and falling with soft breaths of exhaustion. They’re beside each other, almost in a half-embrace, filled with Suho’s cum, and it’s unfair how the two of them look so good because Suho just wants more. But he knows that the two of them are a bit too exhausted to indulge Suho’s insatiability, so he settles for something else.
“Suho—!” Chundong yelps when Suho spreads his ass and then leans down to drag his tongue over the puckered wet rim, lapping up the earlier spend that he pumped Chundong full with. Chundong quivers from the oversensitivity, voice climbing in a desperate keen that has Hajin giggling. He kisses the red puffy ring, tongue swirling like he’s making out with it to catch each drop of cum that seeps out.
Of course, Suho also gives Hajin the same treatment. What kind of lover would he be if he fucked the two of them and then had them sleep dirty?
“Noooo~!” Hajin moans, muffling his voice into the pillow as Chundong takes his turn to laugh at him. Suho noisily slurps at Hajin’s hole with a rumbling laugh. But Chundong’s laughter cuts off when Suho impishly sinks in a finger and rubs a calloused fingerpad against his prostrate. Chundong moans, hips moving minutely in an attempt to relish the feeling of hard calloused skin scratching against the soft sensitive flesh of his prostrate.
Suho continues like this until Hajin and Chundong can barely hang onto the waking world, and Suho slides up between them, guiding their heads so they’re resting on his chest.
God, they’re perfect.