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Night has started to draw nearer now that Seonghwa finds comfort in his own bed, freshly washed and cozy on top of his cool sheets that have been neatly made this morning before he left for his schedule.

The window in his room is cracked just a scant to allow a gentle breeze in, and it sweeps across Seonghwa’s face, prepped with all his nighttime skincare. His body feels nice and smooth against his pajamas after lathering himself in this new body lotion he’d gotten a few days ago. His hair is washed, soft and silky after an extensively hydrating hair mask to ensure its health after having freshly bleached it for their most recent comeback.

But despite all of this, Seonghwa can’t get himself to relax. Their schedules are always brutal around every comeback—they’re already familiar, but it’s been terrible for Seonghwa this time around.

A heaviness sits in the air as he stares up at his ceiling, a deep frown evident on his face, and he thinks about what he’s going to do after everyone retires for the night. His limbs feel like they’ve been weighted down, and there’s a dissatisfaction in his chest so tangible he doesn’t realize he’s been sighing excessively for the past five minutes.

The door to Seonghwa’s bedroom clicks open following a gentle knock, and then Hongjoong’s head is peeking through. “Hey, how was—”

His words cut off when he meets Seonghwa’s tired eyes rolling towards him without moving a single muscle in his neck. He lies sprawled across his bed, not even under the covers, and not even with his head on the pillows. His legs hang off the edge like he couldn’t bother getting himself fully comfortable on the mattress, and he looks so beaten and disgruntled it makes Hongjoong’s chest tighten. That’s when he knows something’s up because he had expected to see some sort of a glow on his cheeks tonight.

Hongjoong lets out a quiet chuckle as he steps into his room, leaving the door halfway open as he finds an empty spot next to Seonghwa to sit on. The bed creaks with his added weight. “That bad, huh?”

Seonghwa lets out one of the most serious sighs he’s heard in a while, then scoots up and into a sitting position, legs crossed in front of him to face Hongjoong properly. A pout rests on his soft lips, eyes cast downward towards the bottom of Hongjoong’s grey jeans. “It was so bad , Hongjoong.”

The look on Hongjoong’s face turns into a grimace, and he can’t help but feel sorry. He doesn’t exactly remember who Seonghwa hooked up with earlier this evening, but it’s not like it’s easy keeping tabs. Everyone’s always hooking up with each other after events and shows, and it isn’t like Hongjoong remembers all of his own past flings, either.

Seonghwa doesn’t stop there, fingers tapping against each other as he lists off everything that had gone wrong with his sexual endeavour. “I don’t even think he lasted three minutes. It was the shittiest foreplay of my life, he sucked at kissing, and he almost ‘forgot’ to wear a condom—ugh.” He emits a full-body shudder as if the thought of it all has him viscerally disgusted.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Hongjoong says and offers the most apologetic smile he can muster up, but he’s not actually that sorry. It sucks hearing about how mediocre most of Seonghwa’s experiences have been, but he can’t bring himself to feel that bad when Seonghwa refuses to look at what’s right in front of him. He wishes he can tell him I told you so, but that’s a conversation they can’t have yet.

Everyone gets around in the industry. For a lot of them, having sex is one of the best ways to relieve stress, considering—well, the amount of stress that comes naturally with being an idol. Seonghwa has never explicitly said it, but they all know he’s a little more known amongst them to seek out his pleasures in those outside of his group. Hongjoong knows that he, personally, would never treat Seonghwa the way some of his past sexual partners have. “Did you come, at least?”

“No, but whatever,” Seonghwa replies with another deep sigh. “It didn’t bother me too much, so I just left right after and came home to shower.”

Truthfully, Hongjoong can’t give much of a shit about who Seonghwa has had sex with in the past. His concerns are mostly around whether or not their group can function properly as a whole, and it gets a little harder to manage if Seonghwa is as stressed as he is now.

That, and also the fact that he frequently beats it to his thoughts of the older male, but that’s not something he’s going to tell Seonghwa. Not now, at least. He’s actually dying to show Seonghwa just exactly how good he can fuck, but Hongjoong is all about finding the perfect timing.

And he’s looking for it.

The pajama set that Seonghwa wears is a silky one, and it’s Hongjoong’s favourite because of the wide neckline that does such a good job at showcasing the velvety skin of his neck and sharp collarbones, the tan so beautiful against that platinum blonde hair of his.

Hongjoong clears his throat before Seonghwa can catch any suspicions in the dragging silence. “Are you gonna go out again tonight?”

“Who’s goin’ out?”

Both of them turn their heads towards the doorway, where Mingi stands with damp hair. His glasses sit perched on the tall bridge of his nose, slipping just a little from the excessive movements of the towel in his hair. He nudges the door open with his foot and casually invites himself in.

“Oh, I was just asking if Seonghwa hyung’s going to go out tonight,” Hongjoong explains without saying too much. He eyes Mingi as the taller man takes the spot behind Seonghwa near the headboard. When they make eye contact, Hongjoong cocks an eyebrow.

Seonghwa, oblivious to their interaction, sighs while playing with his fingers in his lap. “No, I probably won’t. I’m so disappointed by today, I’m not even interested anymore. Plus, I agreed to a game night with you guys, I’m not gonna ditch everyone,” Seonghwa answers.

Mingi sucks in a long breath through his teeth and exhales it out in a short, quick huff. “I told you he wouldn’t be any good,” he says and shrugs, the towel now resting around his neck. He pushes his glasses up a little further, then flicks his gaze over to Hongjoong before landing them back onto Seonghwa, who’s running a hand through the strands of his hair, brushing them out of his forehead only to have them gravitate back to their original position.

“Ugh, I know,” Seonghwa groans, the heels of his palms pressing into his eyes. He takes them off to blink his vision back into focus, his gaze landing on Mingi. “I just didn’t think he would be that bad.”

“Why? How bad was it?” Mingi asks like he’s genuinely curious, elbows propped up on his thighs to support the weight of his chin as he leans forward.

“Do you really want to know?” Seonghwa grumbles quietly, the pout coming back to his lips. “It just kinda felt like he had no experience.”

“Like he didn’t know what he was doing?” Mingi pursues, his finger tapping his lip innocently.

“Yeah! Like, he didn’t know how to make me feel good,” Seonghwa exasperates, frustration coming back fiercely despite the lack of energy he displayed earlier.

Hongjoong’s attention is momentarily taken away by the movement from beyond Seonghwa’s bedroom, where Yunho is in the living room setting up for their game night. The rest of them had gone out to get dinner since they had a later schedule tonight, so it’s supposed to be just the four of them.

“Oh, I see. That’s the worst, huh?” Mingi starts, ignoring the way Hongjoong’s eyes narrow at him in his peripheral vision. “If you want, maybe I—”

“Hey! I’m done,” Yunho’s voice sounds from the threshold of Seonghwa’s bedroom door. Mingi clears his throat suddenly as Yunho looks quizzically between all of them, head tilting slightly. “What are you guys talking about in here?”

Seonghwa frowns, gaze dropping back down to his hands in his lap. “Stress.”

Yunho’s expression changes to one of concern as he steps closer towards them. “Why? What’s wrong? I thought you had a good time tonight.”

“He was bad, apparently,” Hongjoong summarizes and can’t help but notice the way Seonghwa shuffles closer to him to make room for Yunho, their knees bumping against each other now that they’ve created some form of a circle on Seonghwa’s bed.

“Oh,” is all Yunho can say before Seonghwa straightens out with a heated fury in his eyes, readjusting how he sits so he can face all of them the best he can.

“Why is it that every time I pick out a guy on my own, he ends up being super shitty? It’s, like, the four, five times lately—they’ve all just been so bad. I don’t understand,” Seonghwa rambles, and it’s clear he’s very frustrated, understandably so. “It’s such a waste of my time. Maybe I should just stop.”

A corner of Yunho’s lip curls upward into an empathetic smile, and then he offers a little suggestion, leaning forward with his hands planted in front of him. “Why don’t you get to know them first? It’d be less of a gamble if they aren’t exactly strangers to you.”

Seonghwa shakes his head adamantly. “No. It’s not the same.” He can’t tell them the sex is usually rougher when they’re total strangers. He doesn’t want to be treated nicely when he’s having sex—the whole point is to help him relieve stress, and no stress is relieved in any fucking that’s too kind.

“How is it not the same?” Hongjoong questions, curious about what’s going on inside Seonghwa’s head.

A gentle blush blooms across Seonghwa’s cheeks, and he avoids Hongjoong’s stare before answering, “It’s just not. I’ve tried it.”

Mingi’s towel has been discarded to Seonghwa’s night table as he proposes, “Or maybe just do it yourself? This guy I was with had this, like, crazy collection of dildos an’ shit.”

Seonghw purses his lips in thought, but he doesn’t think for too long before he’s speaking, “I mean, it’s not like I don’t if I don’t have the time to find someone, but… again, it’s just not the same.”

The nod Mingi gives is a slow one, as if he’s slowly digesting the information Seonghwa has provided. “What if they’re just not good enough?”

Seonghwa blinks, confused. “What, the toys?”

“Yeah.” Yunho slides off the bed and stands to his feet. “Maybe we can help you. Where are they? Your toys.”

“Oh, god, no, it’s fine,” Seonghwa says, suddenly getting up after the other with a flush on his cheeks. Yunho doesn’t move from his spot, hands on his hips as his eyes scan over the room. Seonghwa steps nervously in front of him, hands out to dissuade him. “Really, it’s fine! I’m—I’m very happy with them, I swear.”

Yunho’s eyes narrow a scant, then peeks past Seonghwa’s shoulder at his closet. “Is it in there? We’re all here. We might as well help when we can.”

Seonghwa’s heart leaps to his throat when Yunho attempts to step past him, and then he’s running, nearly tripping over one of the legs of his computer chair, and pressing his back into the closet door. Yunho’s staring at him, and Seonghwa stares back adamantly, but the shame catches up eventually, and then he’s laughing out nervously, like he thinks Yunho is playing some kind of joke on him.

“I appreciate it, really, but it’s—this is embarrassing for me, you know?” his voice trails off quietly, gaze flicking awkwardly to Hongjoong, who’s sitting with his arms crossed and back leaning into his headboard, shrugging, and then to Mingi, who releases a big yawn with his chin cupped in one hand.

Yunho pouts, and Hongjoong has to stifle his laugh by pretending like he’s clearing his throat. “Why is it embarrassing?” the taller of the two asks, then leans a little closer, enough to make Seonghwa’s chin drop lower out of self consciousness, but not enough to make it suspicious. “I promise we’ll do our best to help.”

He takes Seonghwa by the shoulders, who slumps just a little before giving in and letting Yunho guide him back towards the bed. Seonghwa plops down on it, bouncing just slightly with the springs of the mattress, and watches with reddened cheeks as Yunho looks through his closet. He ends up pulling out a little brown box, and he gives it a little shake next to his ear. “This one?” he asks.

Seonghwa is standing again, but Yunho stalks closer, knees bumping into Seonghwa’s legs to knock him back onto his bum. He tosses the box gently next to him, then climbs back into his spot. “You can show us if you don’t feel comfortable with me touching them.”

Hands come up to rest on his own face, and then he takes them off with a sigh, revealing his nervous expression. “We don’t have to do this, really.”

“It’s for your own good, no?” Mingi chips in. “You said it’s not the same, but it might be better with the right stuff. I think I’m a pretty good judge of what’s good an’ bad.”

Their situation borders on something very dangerous for Seonghwa. Sometimes, he tells his sexcapade stories to them, but he’s never gotten too TMI with anyone, and this is much more than just ‘TMI’. He presses his hands down onto the lid of the box, so embarrassed he’s trembling, and then he finds he’s unable to lift it open.

“Do you need help?”

Seonghwa jolts, head snapping towards Hongjoong, who’s suddenly a lot closer than he had been. “Um.”

“I can help you.” Hongjoong’s hands rest on top of his, but they don’t move otherwise.

Seonghwa’s laugh is strained. “I’m—I’m okay. I still don’t know if this is a good idea.”

Hongjoong chuckles, but there’s an edge to it that raises alarm bells in Seonghwa’s head, skin prickling with goosebumps. “That’s not the kind of help I’m offering.”

“T-then…?”

It takes Seonghwa a few seconds to realize that maybe he shouldn’t have asked for clarification. Hongjoong’s eyes darken, head tilting just a bit, hands constricting down on his own just a little bit harder. “I’m asking if you want us to help you get off, Seonghwa.”

The room is silent. He had said it so casually it takes all of them a few seconds to register what exactly it was that came out of his mouth, but when everyone’s eyes land on him, they can tell just how serious he is. The temperature in his room spikes suddenly, or maybe it’s just from the blood that rushes to Seonghwa’s face.

Seonghwa breaks the silence, a nervous laugh escaping past red lips. It almost sounds like a scoff, a little chuckle of disbelief, like this is all some kind of a prank they’re playing. “That’s—you’re joking, right?” he asks with a smile, but it drops when he looks amongst the three of them because no one else appears to be smiling.

He blinks, lashes fluttering prettily against his cheeks. “W-why? I don’t—y-you guys wouldn’t—”

“What?” Hongjoong asks like he’s challenging the older man. “We wouldn’t what? Know how to pleasure you? Know how to make you come? I can assure you, we’d be a hundred times better than anyone you’ve ever fucked.”

Seonghwa stares at Hongjoong with wide eyes, so shocked by the boldness of his tone and usage of his language he doesn’t know how to react. He doesn’t know where it came from, but he can’t stop the chill that travels up his spine.

“What is it?” Hongjoong asks while pulling an innocent and concerned expression, but Seonghwa can’t tell anymore if he’s being genuine or not. “You don’t know if I’m being serious or not?” His hands that have been on Seonghwa’s this whole time travel upwards to his wrists, the fingernails of his index fingers grazing ticklishly against the skin there.

It takes a few seconds for Seonghwa to come back to himself, and he looks from Hongjoong to Yunho to Mingi, a little anxious and a little aroused. “Where’s this coming from? I—I’m not saying I doubt you guys, but… it’s just—it’s going to be weird if all you guys are doing is helping me get off. I’m not going to make anyone do that if they aren’t even interested in having sex with me.”

Mingi clears his throat, shoulders stiffened and lips pursed, but he refuses to look away from Seonghwa. Actually, none of them have their sights set anywhere except for Seonghwa, as if he’s the only one to look at—like there’s nothing else they even want to see.

A gentle touch caresses the side of Seonghwa’s head, and he turns easily with the light guidance, only to find himself staring into Hongjoong’s eyes, so dark and dangerous Seonghwa swears he sees a little bit of disappointment in them. He exhales shakily.

“What makes you think we aren’t interested?”

As the captain of Ateez, Hongjoong knows just about everything about everyone. It’s his job to keep tabs on all of the members wherever he can. He knows where Jongho goes some nights when he wears his favourite Acne Studios cap low enough to cover half his face. He knows why Yeosang takes such a long time in the backstage washrooms after their stage performances. He knows what Wooyoung is doing when he slips away with San from group outings to find relief in the nearest locked room.

He knows everything, and he knows just how badly Yunho and Mingi want Seonghwa naked and writhing under them. Even himself, who frequently jerks off to the thought of Seonghwa blushing prettily with his lips closed around cock, lashes wet with tears. All of this, but Seonghwa knows nothing, like he has never even considered the possibility of it all.

Hongjoong can’t help it when he leans in close enough for Seonghwa to go cross-eyed trying to keep their intense eye contact, thumb brushing tenderly against his cheek before tightening his grip over his jaw to force a tilt up on his head until Seonghwa’s looking down the bridge of his own nose at him. Hongjoong thinks he looks so beautiful from above.

The panic in Seonghwa’s eyes mingles with so many other emotions—unease and concern, anticipation and contemplation—and it tells Hongjoong everything he needs to know, so he continues to coax him sweetly, his hold on Seonghwa’s face unwavering.

“Maybe you’re blind,” Hongjoong says with a hum, “or oblivious. Why don’t you ask Yunho?” He turns Seonghwa’s face with his hand so that he’s looking straight at Yunho, who has Seonghwa’s pillow in his lap, cheeks slightly flushed and eyes dark with desire.

“Y-Yunho, I—”

“He’s right,” Yunho suddenly says, swallowing harshly enough for the bump on his neck to travel with a bob. “I can show you— we can show you. We will never disappoint you, hyung.”

Seonghwa is taken aback by how quickly Yunho concedes to the insanity of the situation. The idea of them being this eager to please him with little to no contemplation about it makes him think that maybe he’s been set up.

Mingi speaks too, Seonghwa’s eyes darting to him when he opens his mouth. “You didn’t come yet, right?”

Seonghwa knows he had just been telling them about how terrible of an evening he’s had and didn’t bother sparing the details, but the question he’s asked makes him feel humiliated all of a sudden, and he doesn’t even get the chance to attempt a reply before a cold hand is crawling up underneath the looseness of his pajama top and resting at the base of his back.

“Think about it,” Hongjoong whispers into the side of his face, and Seonghwa realizes it’s his hand that’s playing with the elastic hem of his pajama bottoms. “Think about how good you’d feel with three men who’d rather die than to not meet your expectations.”

A tiny whimper slips from between Seonghwa’s lips, and it surprises himself enough to blink his eyes open out of how embarrassed he feels to moan untouched, and he looks right into three pairs of hungry, depraved eyes.

He didn’t think he was sexually frustrated enough to give in so easily . They’d hardly done anything to him. No one except Hongjoong has touched him yet, and Hongjoong’s hands on his waist should feel familiar, but this time, it doesn’t just feel friendly. Seonghwa feels his restraint slipping. There’s just something about the way they make him feel, so special and so deserving of their full attention, and he can’t help but let himself sink deeper into that warm feeling.

They’re all silent while they wait, looking like predators ready to jump when the opportunity comes, and Seonghwa is so terrified and turned on at the same time knowing what might happen the moment the first word leaves his mouth.

If what Hongjoong says is true, Seonghwa doesn’t know how he can say no. Everyone has just been disappointing him one after another, and the rule about not fucking any of his members begins to crack just a little bit at the thought of finally getting the stress relief he’s been needing, even if it means having to lay himself bare in front of these three. Will they treat him right? Will it really be worth it? Do they really want him that bad?

It’s so silent, Seonghwa has to hold his breath, too self-conscious of making any noise, but then Hongjoong’s fingers are ghosting over the skin on his waist, drawing a shaky exhale from his lips.

“Fine,” Seonghwa whispers with bated breath, eyes slightly glossy from the amount of pressure he’s been put under. Hongjoong’s grip on his chin loosens just a little, and then Seonghwa is asking, “But… but all of you at the—at the same time?” It sounds unreal, like they can’t possibly all make him feel good together.

They pause, looking at each other, and then Hongjoong is laughing from beside him. “You don’t believe us?”

“T-that’s not what I—”

“Then let us show you,” Hongjoong’s voice is a rumble against Seonghwa’s back as he manoeuvres him around and into the space between his legs. He can feel Hongjoong’s breath against the side of his neck as he watches Yunho and Mingi in anticipation.

He doesn’t even know why he’s so nervous. All the sex he’s had in the past has never started out with such thick tension in the air, and Seonghwa doesn’t know what to expect. How does it work with four people? Where does the kissing start and where does the touching end? His hands tremble now that they aren’t holding onto the cardboard box of his sex toys anymore, and he doesn’t know what to do with them as he holds them tightly to his chest, nails digging little crescents into soft skin.

Hongjoong’s fingers graze back and forth repeatedly over his waist before pulling Seonghwa flush against his chest. Large hands have come to rest on top of Seonghwa’s calves, and his eyes meet Yunho who has found home in between his legs.

“What do you like?” Yunho asks without breaking eye contact. “You can tell us.”

Seonghwa doesn’t know how to respond to that. “I don’t know,” he replies breathlessly. He likes a lot of things, but he’s never had to say them out loud before. Their schedule and his shitty taste in men haven’t given him many chances to explore much of anything anyway.

He doesn’t even realize his legs have instinctively closed in on themselves until Yunho is prying them open at his knees and pulling a gasp from the older man. “You don’t know? Or you just don’t want to say it?”

The beating of Seonghwa’s heart is loud in his own ears. There’s something about the way Yunho asks his questions, like he’s accusing Seonghwa of keeping the information from him—like he already knows but just wants to hear Seonghwa say it from his own lips.

Does he know? Seonghwa has never mentioned anything that detailed in any of his one-night stand depictions, but what if he did and doesn’t remember, and now they’re looking at him like this and expecting to hear a specific answer?

Mingi moves closer slowly until everyone has found space nearby Seonghwa, close enough to have their hands on him, touching him over his clothes in so many places he can’t focus on any single touch. Hongjoong is mouthing along the side of his neck, Yunho’s hands dance over clothed thighs, and Mingi is taking one of his hands into his own. 

“You probably like praise,” Yunho comments, hands having crawled up to rest over Hongjoong’s hands at his waist. His eyes are as dark as a midnight’s ocean by the time he’s in front of Seonghwa, and Seonghwa’s breathing hitches when Yunho’s gaze drops to his lips and then back up.

“No, I think he likes being degraded,” Mingi says from beside them, and Seonghwa’s eyes flicker over to him, who has started to rub little patterns into the palm of Seonghwa’s hand. The blonde holds his breath when he looks down to find a tent in Mingi’s sweatpants, so obvious under the stretch of the grey fabric, and when he looks back up, the other man is smirking.

Neither of their statements are false, but Seonghwa doesn’t think he can admit it out loud anyway, humiliation catching up to him in the way his heart rate picks up, cock twitching pathetically under his clothes.

He’s not even given much time to make a defense for himself before Yunho is pulling his attention back onto him with a finger sliding down his jaw from his ear, and his breath is hot against Seonghwa’s chin when he asks, “Did you ever kiss any of them?”

Hongjoong’s grip over his waist tightens just a little bit, but it’s enough to make him flinch in surprise, and when his words come out, they come out in stutters. “S-sometimes, if… if they want to.”

It’s enough for Yunho to close the distance between them. It isn’t a soft kiss, but it’s nothing too rough, either. Yunho kisses him in a way that makes Seonghwa want to melt back into the way Hongjoong supports him, legs growing limp. It’s messy and noisy with Seonghwa trying to find the right time to breathe properly, but it’s so good it makes him forget completely about where exactly he is and who exactly he’s with.

No one has ever kissed him like this before. It was always teeth and tongue from the get-go, and they never kissed for long either. There was never any passion, just the urgency to get each other down to their underwear so they could get off as soon as possible.

The kiss distracts him momentarily until Mingi is guiding his hand towards the tent over his sweatpants—no, not sweatpants. Seonghwa manages to crack one eye open despite the tongue pressing into his mouth and finds that Mingi has slid his pants halfway down his thighs, and that he’s actually rubbing at his cock through his boxers.

Hongjoong has been kissing and sucking the same spot for so long his skin has grown tender there, and Seonghwa pulls away from the kiss with a gasp, head turning to find Hongjoong watching him with pure, unadulterated lust in the inky pools of his irises.

“H-Hongjoong! I can’t have marks, you know that!”

“Do you think I care?” Hongjoong asks into his skin, tongue darting out to lick a stripe over the spot he had been biting on, and the look he gives Seonghwa sends his brain into overdrive. There’s something about the way they’ve all been treating him, like he’s some sort of candy or treat for them to take as they please.

“The whole world can see how much of a slut you are.”

Seonghwa’s heart leaps to his throat, hot shame and electricity flooding his senses. “B-but—”

“Give me something else to bite, then,” Hongjoong responds, head lifting to level his eyes with Seonghwa’s before he’s being pulled into a bruising kiss with him. Teeth come down harshly on his lower lip and Seonghwa whimpers into his mouth, only for Hongjoong to swallow it down hungrily.

Mingi lifts his hand for a moment, and the next time Seonghwa’s fingers make contact with something, it’s skin to skin, hand closing down loosely around something hot and heavy and real. Large fingers clamp down on his own, instructing a tighter grip over Mingi’s cock as he uses Seonghwa’s palm to stroke him up and down.

Yunho’s fingers hook over the waistband of Seonghwa’s pajama bottoms, and he’s pulled them down just enough before Seonghwa is breaking away urgently from Hongjoong’s kiss, suddenly shy about being naked in front of three of his own band members.

“What is it?” Hongjoong questions softly into his ear. The fake concern in his soothing voice does little to mitigate the rapid beating of his heart.

Yunho ignores their interaction, sitting up on his heels and giving Seonghwa’s pants another tug. Seonghwa makes a noise of disapproval, knees tucking up towards his chest, but it only helps Yunho slip them down further. Hongjoong coos into his ear, lips leaving ticklish traces along the side of his neck.

“Don’t act so innocent now,” Hongjoong tells him, and Seonghwa can hear the smile on his lips. “You like it, don’t you? I know the kind of porn you watch when you’re alone.”

The gasp that Seonghwa lets out is loud when Yunho pulls his pajama bottoms down to his knees in one go, and then to his ankles before fully discarding them somewhere he can no longer see. Immediately, Seonghwa’s hands are in front of his privates, cheeks flushing so hard he’s dizzy with how fast blood rushes to his face, but Mingi pulls one hand back towards his cock. Seonghwa doesn’t even know what to focus on—the fact that he’s jerking Mingi off, or how Hongjoong is chuckling darkly into his ear.

“Oh, you naughty bunny,” Hongjoong hums as his hands move across Seonghwa’s midsection before reaching for his other wrist to clasp tightly to his chest. “You didn’t put on any underwear? Were you hoping to get yourself off tonight after that guy couldn’t even make you come? Hm? Were you gonna use your toys after everyone goes home tonight? Or were you gonna slip away and fuck yourself while everyone’s out in the living room?”

Seonghwa whines at the pet name, so unfamiliar with being called anything at all during sex it had taken him by surprise, but the way his cock twitches, now uncovered with his hands forcibly occupied, tells the three of them everything they need to know.

He thinks about all the porn he’s ever watched—everything he had promised to never let anyone know—and feels his heart beating out his chest with the humiliation that comes with his porn history. “H-how do you know what I watch? I’ve never… never…”

“Mingi saw,” Hongjoong tells him easily, gaze sliding from the slope of Seonghwa’s nose to Mingi’s cock, now dripping with precum at the tip. “He told me.”

“W-why would he tell you?” Seonghwa asks with evident shock in his voice.

“Oh, he tells me everything about you, doll,” Hongjoong responds with a laugh.

“You don’t lock your door when you fuck yourself, you know that?” Mingi says, and he sounds breathless like the images of catching Seonghwa with his legs spread open on his bed are enough to get him off. “You do it on purpose? Hopin’ someone sees you and fucks you with something real?”

Seonghwa whimpers at Mingi’s words. He’s never thought about locking his door because it’s usually so late into the night that Mingi and San are asleep—should be asleep—and it’s not like they usually barge into his room unless they know he’s doing a livestream.

Has Mingi been watching him? The idea of it sends blood flooding to his cock—the same one Yunho’s lips hover over. He’s silent as he watches, breath held for so long a gasp is startled out of him when Hongjoong speaks.

“Oh, you like it,” he sneers just as Yunho’s fingers wrap around his cock, choking a shaky moan out of Seonghwa. “Those poor girls. You watch them get their brains fucked out, all their holes stuffed full of cocks, wishing you were one of them. They say ‘stop,’ but they don’t really want that, you know? Are you like that, bunny?”

“S-stop,” Seonghwa whimpers, embarrassed by his porn history being read to his own ears. Yunho strokes him slowly, unable to take his eyes off of Seonghwa’s strained face.

Hongjoong tosses his head back and laughs, the sound both condescending and mirthful. “Yeah, just like that. You’re already so good for us. You wanna act like you don’t want it, but you secretly love being passed around like you’re nothing but a fuck doll, huh? Say it again, bunny.”

“Stop,” Seonghwa finally cries out, vision blurring as a familiar wetness spurred on by humiliation fills his waterline.

“Do you really want us to?” Yunho asks, removing his touch completely from Seonghwa, but the older male’s eyes widen in desperation and fear, back lifting off Hongjoong’s chest so embarrassingly quick he knows it’s over for him by the time Hongjoong is pulling him back into him. The impact leaves his bangs falling across his eyes, and with every hot huff of his breath, his hair flows upward and scatters back down into his clouded vision.

“See? We know you, baby,” Hongjoong says and it’s so clear how smug he is knowing he’s right. Yunho is finally closing his mouth over the tip of Seonghwa’s dick, and Hongjoong has a hand clasped over the older man’s mouth to muffle the sob that rips from his throat.

“Watch him, baby,” and it takes all the energy that Seonghwa has to keep his eyes trained on the younger male sucking him off slowly. He breathes harshly into the palm of Hongjoong’s hand as Yunho sucks him down all the way to his balls before coming back up to trail kisses from the head down. His mouth is so hot and so wet, and Yunho is so good at paying attention to all the ways Seonghwa likes being touched, like how his legs tremble when his hands are splayed against the inside of his thighs, or the way he moans louder when Yunho tongues at the tip.

He’s never had anyone pay this much attention to him before, and Seonghwa’s afraid he’s slowly starting to lose his ability to think under the shared attentiveness between these men.

Hongjoong’s fingers slip into his open mouth, and Seonghwa takes it in so eagerly it draws a dark chuckle from the man behind him. He didn’t think he’d like having fingers in his mouth so much, the digits pressing onto his tongue and swirling around to drag along the line of neat teeth and back under the wet muscle. He fingers his mouth so thoroughly, he doesn’t leave a single surface untouched, and it takes all of Seonghwa’s willpower to keep his eyes open rather than giving in to all the sensations across his body.

At some point, he does let them fall closed, so blissed out from having lips on his cock and rough fingers in his mouth that he can’t find it in himself to care anymore. Mingi is fucking into his hand like it’s a fleshlight, and Seonghwa feels so used —and it all feels so good.

“What’s wrong?” Hongjoong coos, and this time it sounds more like a patronizing tease rather than a genuine question, and Seonghwa’s thighs tremble as he closes them around Yunho’s head. “You look like you have something to say, sweetheart.”

Seonghwa moans around Hongjoong’s fingers, head rolling back onto his shoulder as he tries to blink his eyes open, but Yunho’s mouth works him so fucking good and Hongjoong’s fingers keep him so occupied, he doesn’t even have the ability to say anything before he’s coming down Yunho’s throat, hips stuttering and eyes rolling until white is all Hongjoong sees in them.

The fingers pull out of his mouth, taking with them a thick wetness, and Hongjoong watches intensely as he drags them down his chin from his lips, coating his tan skin in spit. His cock throbs against his jeans, digging into Seonghwa’s back, and he rolls his hips forward to make his situation a little more obvious to the older male.

Earlier, he didn’t believe any of them wanted to fuck him. Now, it’s all he can probably think about.

Yunho’s mouth pops off Seonghwa’s cock cleanly, and when he grins, it’s clear he’d swallowed everything Seonghwa had to give. Seonghwa is still coming down from one of the best orgasms of his life, exhilaration running through his veins as he blinks up at the ceiling slowly. Yunho appears above him then to kiss him slowly on the mouth, and all Seonghwa can do is keep his mouth open and tongue out so Yunho can let him taste himself.

Mingi lets go of his hand and watches it drop back onto the bed. There’s some shuffling around him as Yunho pulls away from the kiss, and by the time Seonghwa’s eyes open back up, he’s gone. Hands close suddenly around his ankles and pull hard, eliciting a yelp from him as he’s dragged out of Hongjoong’s hold and down his duvet. His shirt rolls with the force, slender torso exposed, and Mingi whistles at the sight, hands coming down to gather him in his hold.

“Fuckin’ tiny ass waist,” Mingi grunts, thumbs rubbing along the skin near Seonghwa’s belly button. “Sometimes I just wanna grab you like this.” He makes a point of what he means by gripping tight over his waist, pulling him a little further down until Mingi’s cock is colliding into his own.

The action draws a gasp from Seonghwa, his dick still oversensitive from his orgasm. He shivers, head tilting forward to touch his chin to his chest so that he can see the way Mingi’s hands look on his body. They’re so large they cover half his torso, and Seonghwa knows he has a smaller waist than most, but he didn’t think he’d look like this in Mingi’s hold. It makes him feel so little, and he doesn’t want to think about why he likes it so much.

Yunho’s hands are working at the buttons of his pajama top before they’re flung to the side, exposing the blush that has bloomed beautifully across his chest. Seonghwa is so dizzy from how hard he came just a few moments ago, he lets himself be pushed upwards into a half-seated position by strong hands, his arms slipping out from his sleeves and leaving him completely naked before being laid back down gently onto his bed.

Hongjoong’s lips are back on his and Seonghwa's eyes fall closed naturally, succumbing completely to the three of them. The way they treat him, so tenderly and then so uncarefully, loving and bruising, sweet and venomous—it’s everything he’s ever wanted and never had. He’s never thought about why he loves all those gangbang pornos until now, never conscious of the fact that maybe, all this time, he did want to be treated like a slut.

Seonghwa jolts in surprise and whines into Hongjoong’s mouth when Mingi’s cock slides dryly between his asscheeks, and he turns his head towards the man between his legs with an alarmed expression on his face. “W-wait, I just came,” he gasps out, hands coming forward as though he can reach Mingi, but Yunho takes hold of his wrists and presses them into the sheets above his head, locked away and unable to move. “I—I don’t know if I can—”

Mingi’s head tilts and Seonghwa shivers at the uninterested expression on the other man’s face, like he can’t care less about what Seonghwa has to tell him. “Oh, baby, you’re so cute,” Mingi speaks, rolling his hips again. “Did you think we were done just because you came already?”

And Seonghwa doesn’t know what it is about the way Mingi says it, but it has his brain blanking out and toes curling into the softness of his duvet. Mingi’s hands slide down to his legs, and he gives a little push, only for them to go up easily, knees hitting each other in the air with his ass exposed to the younger man.

“I’ll fuck you until I’m done.”

“Mingi,” Hongjoong’s voice calls out from above Seonghwa’s head, and then something is thrown across his vision, a clear bottle that Mingi catches easily with one hand. The cap of the bottle pops open, and Seonghwa winces as cold liquid lands on the back of his thighs. Mingi isn’t sorry at all, the way he’s quickly lathering the skin around Seonghwa’s hole with the lube before pressing a finger in, and Seonghwa’s back arches so far off the bed from the intrusion, he swears he hears a couple of cracks.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Mingi comments with a grunt as he works the finger in and out of him. “Did he even fuck you? Did he have a small fuckin’ dick or somethin’?”

“Ah—d-don’t remind me of him,” Seonghwa gasps out, legs trembling from how far Mingi has him bent.

“Oh, you poor thing.” A hand cups gently at his cheek. “Need a distraction?” Something thick and hot taps against Seonghwa’s wet lips, and Seonghwa looks up to find Hongjoong staring down at him, bangs falling across his forehead in a way Seonghwa has always thought is really hot.

“I bet you can’t wait to be split open on our cocks.” Hongjoong says. When the other man has gotten undressed, Seonghwa does not know, but he’s too preoccupied with the size of Hongjoong’s cock to think much about anything else. “Suck it.”

Seonghwa’s mouth falls open willingly, tongue sticking out to gather the heaviness of Hongjoong’s cock on it, precum salty and he’s addicted. He’s big, bigger than what he’d imagined—bigger than anything Seonghwa has ever taken, even if it's just in his mouth.

“Yeah,” Hongjoong whispers, his tone dripping of saturated lust, and then he rolls his hips to watch the tip of his dick poke a bulge at Seonghwa’s cheek. “Yeah, baby, take it like you were made for it, fuck,” he curses, hissing when Seonghwa mewls around his cock. He looks so gorgeous like this, pretty red lips wrapped around him, heat engulfing him down to his balls to hear Seonghwa choke against him.

Mingi has two fingers in him now, stretching him with rough fingers gliding along his walls, and when it grazes against that special bundle of nerves, he gags around a mouthful of Hongjoong’s cock, pitiful moan muffled by the incessant shallow thrusting of Hongjoong’s hips. He tears his mouth away to gasp ecstatically from the way Mingi rubs into him, but Hongjoong is not having it.

He shifts to his knees, then swings a leg over Seonghwa’s head, caging him in with two strong thighs and a hand stroking loosely at his hard, wet cock. Seonghwa’s mouth falls open to tongue at Hongjoong’s balls, his moaning sending vibrations up Hongjoong’s length and electricity to the ends of his fingertips. He lets Seonghwa suck at them for a few seconds longer before he’s pressing his length down with his thumb and guiding the head of his cock past Seonghwa’s puffy lips again.

With this angle, Hongjoong gets to push deeper than he’s ever had before, the tip hitting the back of Seonghwa’s throat repeatedly as the wet click of his mouth-fucking sounds in the otherwise quiet apartment of theirs.

Seonghwa’s clammy palms rest at his side now, clenching at the sheets every time Hongjoong presses deep into him. He doesn’t even realize that Yunho has gone through his toys until he makes a loud, wet noise around Hongjoong’s cock at the sudden vibration against his nipple. He’s brought to tears with all the stimulation his body’s taking, fingers in his ass, cock down his throat, and vibrator against his chest. He squirms, brain so overstimulated he can’t focus on anything, and clenches down on Mingi’s fingers out of reflex.

Hongjoong has a hold of his head with both his hands, fingers threading to his hair to scratch his nails along Seonghwa’s scalp as he thrusts downward into his mouth. Seonghwa looks up at him with wet, lidded eyes, dark eyelashes stark against the pink hue of his cheeks, and it’s so erotic, it’s everything Hongjoong has ever dreamed of.

The vibration has moved on to his other nipple, the sensation so new it makes him choke again. He only thrusts a few times more before the vibrator is gone and something meaty and thick slaps him across his forehead, bumping his nose. Hongjoong pulls out of his mouth with a hiss, and the hands in Seonghwa’s hair pull harshly until his head is tilting as far as it can go. Then, Yunho’s cock is sliding into his wet mouth, and they continue to switch like this, taking turns with his mouth and ensuring he’s full at all times. Hongjoong taps the head of his length along the bump in Seonghwa’s cheek from where Yunho’s dick presses against, and when he’s back inside his mouth, Yunho drags the saliva coating his cock across his forehead, getting it into his hair and all over his face.

It’s disgusting and gross and Seonghwa has never felt so fucking turned on in his whole life, being treated the way he is. He’s not in control even if he is, because he wants to let them move him around like he’s nothing but a toy for them to use. He wants to be treated like the whore they claim he is, pretty and pliant, docile and disgraced.

Mingi has dropped his legs to one side, Seonghwa’s torso twisting the way it goes while Hongjoong is still busy trying to shove his dick down his throat, and he squirms a little when a third finger is finally added to the other two. The press inide is easy, Seonghwa loose enough already to take cock, but Mingi doesn’t give it to him just yet. He continues fucking him with his fingers like he’s entranced by the way Seonghwa’s hole greedily takes them in, ass cheeks rippling with how rough he’s finger fucking him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Mingi hisses, sliding his fingers out slowly before digging them all the way back in, down to his knuckles. The vibrator is back, this time in Mingi’s hand as he drags it along the back of Seonghwa’s thighs. “You’re hard again too, making a mess all over your own bed.”

Seonghwa feels so helpless in between all of them. He can do nothing except lay there on his back, take the fingers up his ass, and take two cocks down his throat. Seonghwa gags around a particularly hard thrust from Hongjoong, head turning to one side to slip him out of his mouth and coughing harshly, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. The moment he’s done, Hongjoong is guiding his head back, and Seonghwa lets out a sob as the tears finally slip past their confines and down to his temples, but the man above him seems to care little about it as he’s stuffing his mouth full of his cock again. He doesn’t stay in for more than ten seconds before Seonghwa is choking again, saliva pooling out the corners of his mouth and down his jaw as he coughs.

It’s disgusting and wet and bubbly, but Hongjoong is hissing at the image with a hand over Seonghwa’s pretty silver hair, grip tight as he directs him back to his cock, wet and glistening with spit.

“You’re so hot when you gag around me, bunny,” Hongjoong says, words coming out slightly cracked from how dry his throat had gotten. “I bet you fuckin’ love it, choking on my cock. You wanna be taught how to take it until you’re crying and coughing all over me.” He drags his cock along the wetness on Seonghwa’s face, spreading saliva from his lips to his chin and to his cheeks before thrusting back in.

This time, when Seonghwa sputters, Hongjoong holds his head steadily, unwilling to let him turn or pull away. Seonghwa’s eyes squeeze shut as he chokes, hole clenching down on Mingi’s fingers and saliva spilling out from the space around Hongjoong’s cock as he digs his fingernails into Hongjoong’s thighs. Hongjoong forces his hold on him for a few seconds before letting go and watching as Seonghwa’s tears blend messily with the spit all over his pretty face, coughing to the side. He sobs prettily around his coughs, lashes wet and clumpy and he looks so beautiful and so pathetic, Hongjoong can’t help but wipe fondly at the side of his eyes.

“You did so well, bunny,” he praises sweetly, but doesn’t even know if Seonghwa hears him because he’s tossing his head back with a shuddering moan. Hongjoong tosses a glance behind his shoulder only to find that Mingi has pressed the vibrator inside of him, thrusting it all the way in and sliding it out to the tip.

Seonghwa cries from how powerful the vibrations are. It isn’t like he’s unfamiliar, but it just feels so different in Mingi’s hands; under someone else’s control. His toys have never felt this good when he fucks himself with them before.

The vibrating tip digs into his prostate and Seonghwa spasms, not knowing whether he wants more or wants to shelter away from it. His legs twitch, hips rolling and feet wanting to kick, but Mingi keeps him held down firmly.

“It’s unfortunate Mingi’s the one starting you off,” Yunho hums nonchalantly, thrusting his dick shallowing against Seonghwa’s tearful face.

Seonghwa isn’t given the chance to ask why before the answer is given to him, because Mingi has a hand gripping at one of Seonghwa’s ass cheeks as he’s pulling the toy out and slamming back in with something even better —hotter and thicker—and it knocks the wind from his lungs.

Mingi’s thumb digs into the flesh of his ass as he pulls at it, stretching it up so he can properly see the way his cock slides in and out of Seonghwa’s wet hole clamping down around him.

“Fuck,” Mingi curses, “your hole is so fucking greedy.” He lands a strike down on Seonghwa’s ass and watches it bounce, and then he’s thrusting fervently, hips slapping against his thighs as the smacks echo throughout the apartment.

Seonghwa’s moans are choked out of him, the long drag of the sound chopped up with every harsh slam of Mingi’s cock pistoning in and out of him. Drool wets his lips as Seonghwa’s eyes roll upward, head tossing from left and right languidly like he’s high on all the endorphins he’s been releasing. Yunho and Hongjoong switch positions, with the former’s cock slipping past open lips and gliding smoothly across the expanse of his tongue.

“You’re always sticking your tongue out,” Yunho comments, rolling his hips forward leisurely. “You want the whole world to know how good you are at sucking dick?”

The words bring hot shame to Seonghwa, tears gathering in his eyes from the humiliation. He holds his tongue steady as Yunho thrusts down, deep into his throat, and then pulls back out to watch the way Seonghwa’s expression crumbles at the lack of cock in his mouth, open wide and pretty and waiting. Yunho sucks in a shaky breath as he dips back down, stomach curling at the gag Seonghwa makes when his balls rest gently against his chin.

Hongjoong’s hands palm down his chest and to his pelvis, close enough to make Seonghwa clench down on Mingi, but not enough to give him what he wants. It isn’t until he chokes around Yunho’s cock, stuffed so deep down his throat he’s spasming trying to find air, hand tapping into Yunho’s thigh, that Hongjoong finally wraps his fingers around the base of Seonghwa’s cock, stroking him lazily, like he doesn’t actually want Seonghwa to come yet.

Yunho pulls out from his mouth and gets off of him, sitting on his heels by his head. Seonghwa hardly registers when Mingi pulls out suddenly, and before Seonghwa can ask why he’s stopped, a noise of surprise rips out of him because Mingi is reaching for his midsection to flip him around like he’s nothing heavier than a feather, and then he’s suddenly on his arms and knees. He looks up to find Yunho staring down at him with a tilt of his head, lips quirking to the side just enough for Seonghwa to feel a frightening shiver crawl up his spine.

Long fingers graze Seonghwa’s jaw where spit and precum have dried on his skin, and then Yunho is tapping his cock against the side of Seonghwa’s cheek again. He gulps, throat raw from how hard they’ve been fucking it, but opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out as an invitation anyway.

“Good bunny,” Yunho purrs, his length sliding back and forth on Seonghwa’s tongue before pressing into his mouth, right as Mingi is slamming his cock back into him. The thrust knocks him so far forward, the tip of Yunho’s dick hits the back of his throat, and he chokes around the thickness. Long fingers weave through blonde locks, and then there’s a hand at the back of his head nudging him forward and back with every thrust of Mingi’s hips, and it doesn’t take long before Yunho is moaning and rolling his hips shallowly into the heat of Seonghwa’s hot mouth.

Wetness gathers at the corners of Seonghwa’s eyes as Yunho presses into the back of his head to keep his cock lodged down his throat for a couple of seconds longer, and then he’s slipping his cock out and taking with it all the saliva that has gathered inside his mouth, and they watch together as all of it drips out and lands in a fat puddle onto Seonghwa’s duvet covers.

He breathes heavily from the little amount of oxygen he’s had from being facefucked, but Yunho doesn’t give him much rest before he’s coaxing those swollen lips open again. Seonghwa lets out a broken cry as though he can’t take anymore, but everyone knows better. He’ll take and take and take all that they can give until they’re completely done with him—until he’s completely ruined.

“You’re so good, baby,” Yunho compliments, humming at the muffled whine around his cock. “You look like you were made to take our cocks.” He gives a hard thrust while Mingi rocks his hips forward, pushing Seonghwa further up Yunho’s cock. “Look at you. I wish you could see yourself. You’re so pretty even when you’re crying.”

He slows down, then retracts his cock to bend down to Seonghwa’s eye level. Despite this, Seonghwa keeps his mouth open, tongue out like a dog—like he’s waiting for more—and Yunho tilts his head up with a finger under his chin to look him in the eyes. “Pathetic slut,” he croons sweetly, and it’s such a stark contrast to the words he had just spoken. He presses his thumb down on his tongue, and Seonghwa’s lips tremble with the degrading remark. “This is all you’re good for, bunny,” he whispers, voice like venom disguised as honey, like he’s whispering the sweetest of compliments to Seonghwa.

And maybe they are, because Seonghwa has never felt so fucking hard in his life. He wants to come so bad, and he’s been so close for so long, but he’s been so focused on trying to prevent his arms from giving out while Yunho and Mingi used him, he hasn’t been given the chance to touch himself.

He cries at the realization, fresh tears gliding down flushed cheeks, and then he’s back to sucking a cock down his throat because, just like Yunho had said, he’s just a hole for them to use.

Seonghwa’s broken scream is muffled when a hand closes down on his cock, and he turns his head, cock slipping out of his mouth to find Hongjoong beside him, standing with the front of his thighs leaning into the side of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Yunho asks condescendingly. “You’re not done here.” A hand grips at his chin and pulls him back to the hard, wet cock that taps him in his nose and eye. Seonghwa’s squints the eye closed, saliva sticking to clumpy lashes before the heavy thing is sliding back onto his tongue.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Mingi grits out, hands gripping hard at Seonghwa’s hips, enough to bruise. They travel up to his waist, the small waist that Mingi loves so much. and Seonghwa makes a noise into the prickly hair above Yunho’s dick while pressing a hand against the younger man’s hip.

“W-wait,” Seonghwa manages to choke out the moment Yunho’s dick slips out his mouth, but Mingi has bent forward to kiss along the velvety skin of Seonghwa’s back, teeth biting down hard on the supple flesh near his waist, and Hongjoong’s stroking on his cock hasn’t let up.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mingi breathes out harshly, “I’m gonna come inside you.”

“N-no!” Seonghwa sobs, but his hole clenches down tightly around Mingi’s cock in betrayal, and the way his stomach curls deliciously at the other man’s words deceives him. It’s as though his words barely have any meaning to them, not when he’s being used as a cum dumpster.

“Yeah,” Mingi pants out, like he already knows what Seonghwa wants. “Yeah, I’mma come inside you, baby. I know you fuckin’ want it.”

Seonghwa cries out brokenly, head shaking left and right rapidly, little no’s escaping past swollen lips. Yunho’s hand caresses his cheek lovingly, and Seonghwa looks up at him with tears trailing down the bridge of his nose to mix with snot and saliva.

“Don’t you want it, bunny?” Yunho asks him sweetly, thumb brushing a tear away as if it’ll help with anything. “You don’t want Mingi’s cum inside you?”

He does. Seonghwa’s lips clamp shut, so turned on by the thought of them just giving it to him without caring about what he wants. He doesn’t want to think about what it means for him, but the feeling that spreads across his body, the murky fog that overtakes his brain—it’s all so good he doesn’t even care anymore.

Mingi’s skin is sticky with sweat when he rests his forehead against Seonghwa’s spine, thrusts picking up to a pace Seonghwa hadn’t even known was possible , and then Hongjoong is pulling his second orgasm out of him, white ropes of cum splashing so far it paints his chest and the covers underneath him in it. He trembles so violently, Yunho has to support him when he crashes forward, cheek rubbing warmth into Yunho’s thighs with every stuttering thrust of Mingi’s hips.

Seonghwa is so fucked out he hardly registers the grunt that sounds from behind him, and then heat fills him up inside as Mingi comes with his balls pressed right up against Seonghwa’s, so deep he can’t help but to clench over him again.

Mingi’s cock slides out slowly and wetly, and Seonghwa feels so empty when there’s no more cock inside him, he can’t help the whimper he makes against Yunho’s thigh.

“Not yet,” Hongjoong tells him, spanking his ass gently. He’s seated next to Yunho now with his back against the headboard, and he beckons Seonghwa over to his lap.

Despite the exhaustion running rampant through his limbs, he climbs towards him without needing to be told anything else. Hongjoong tells him to turn around, and Seonghwa does so obediently, ass planted with Hongjoong’s cock between it as he leans back into Hongjoong’s chest. He lifts himself up on his knees and lets the man underneath him line his cock up with Seonghwa’s sloppy hole, hot cum still dripping out of it.

His legs give out the moment Hongjoong’s cock penetrates past his rim, and he slides all the way down, a broken cry ripping from his abused throat as he engulfs him down to the hilt. Hongjoong thrusts shallowly, hands coming to Seonghwa’s waist to move him up and down his cock. It brushes against his prostate so deliciously, Seonghwa finds himself bouncing desperately in Hongjoong’s lap within a minute of their fucking.

He doesn’t care that he’s overstimulated—he feels so fucking good. Seonghwa doesn’t even recognize himself, the noises he’s making and the way he’s acting, mindfucked to the point of no return anymore. He needs this. He needs it so bad he’s willing to work past the fatigue for it, but Hongjoong only lets him ride him for a little longer before he’s knocking Seonghwa back into his chest, legs lifting up to hook around Hongjoong’s thighs, and then he thrusts up hard into him.

There’s little that Seonghwa can do besides take everything that Hongjoong wants to give him. His pace is punishing, balls slapping up towards his hole as Hongjoong holds him up by the waist, grip so tight it leaves marks in his skin, and Seonghwa’s mind blanks completely at the ecstatic drag of Hongjoong’s cock along his walls.

Yunho rolls Seonghwa’s head towards him, and Seonghwa blinks his eyes open slowly, head resting against the headboard, to find the other man towering over him. He’s standing on his bed, one hand wrapped around his cock as he feeds it into Seonghwa’s mouth, and he suckles on the tip gently like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.

The cock slides in and out of his wet lips, and it takes Seonghwa a moment before he’s realizing that Yunho is actually jerking himself off inside his mouth, and he comes with a grunt, hot cum spilling onto his tongue before Yunho is pulling out and letting some of it splatter across his face. It hits him in the eye first, and then it’s shooting higher up, right into his hair. Seonghwa looks debauched like this, eyes heavily lidded and cum cooling all over his face and hair while Hongjoong fucks brutally into him.

A hand props Seonghwa’s chin higher. “Show me,” Yunho demands, and Seonghwa doesn’t need any more instruction to roll his tongue out with cloudy, dilated pupils staring up at him. Cum pools in the divot of his tongue before it dribbles out and down his chin, and god does he look amazing like this. Cheeks rosy, lashes wet, cum all over his face and in his mouth, hair wet and tangled from how rough he’s been manhandled. He looks like he came straight out of the nastiest porno there is to exist, and none of them can deny the fact that he looks the prettiest like this.

Hongjoong pulls out then before setting Seonghwa down onto the bed next to him, the hot skin on his back pressed into cool sheets, and then he’s rolling over on top of him to expose a giant wet spot underneath where they had been, a mixture of sweat, saliva, and lube. It’s filthy, but so fucking hot knowing all those fluids find home somewhere on Seonghwa’s naked body. Similarly, Hongjoong finds his home between Seonghwa’s legs.

A hand wraps around Seonghwa’s length as Hongjoong’s stuffing his cock past his puffy rim again, and Seonghwa chokes on a sob from the touch on his cock. The action raises the hair along his arms, and then he’s forcing his legs closed around Hongjoong’s waist. “Wait, I—I can’t.”

Hongjoong smirks, one hand resting along the underside of Seonghwa’s thighs as he bends forward, pushing it back with him. “Why not, sweetheart?” he purrs, an eyebrow crooked as he watches the helplessness grow on Seonghwa’s face. It’s so easy for them to do whatever they want to him from how weak he is now, limbs like jelly and mind muddled like he’s sinking in deep, warm waters.

“It’s—s-stop, Hongjoong, I can’t, it’s too much!” Seonghwa sobs, hands clasping over the hand Hongjoong has on his dick. Tears prick at his eyes, vision growing blurry, but he feels the tip of Hongjoong’s cock graze against his spot and he can’t help but arch his back into it, thrusting up into the tight grip as fireworks explode behind his closed eyelids.

“Yeah,” Hongjoong breathes out, like he’s proud of him, “you can take more. How many orgasms do you think I can get outta ya tonight? One more? Two?”

Seonghwa’s chest shakes with his cries, head shaking left and right. “Please, I can’t.”

Hongjoong claps a hand over Seonghwa’s mouth while growling out, “You can. You will,” and he doesn’t give Seonghwa the chance to say more before setting a brutal rhythm with his thrusts, steady enough to have every slam of Hongjoong’s hips against his ass cheeks pull a moan from his pretty lips. Then, Hongjoong fucking laughs in his face, and the hot humiliation that rushes to his fucked-out brain sends blood straight to his dick. He pants heavily into the salty skin of Hongjoong’s palm.

“Look at you,” he says, his grin toothy, eyes half-lidded as he peers down at Seonghwa from above. “You love it. You want it. You want more even when you say you can’t take it.” He leans forward suddenly, his other hand resting at the base of Seonghwa’s neck, not adding pressure, just letting it sit there. “Fuck, you feel so good. Tell me to stop right now—right now, if you really want me to.”

Seonghwa holds his breath like he’s afraid to make even the smallest peep, and then Hongjoong cracks a smile so sinister it sends Seonghwa’s eyes rolling in bliss.

“I fuckin’ knew it,” Hongjoong whispers, pressing one of Seonghwa’s legs to the side and the other into his chest where it’s resting overtop of Hongjoong’s shoulder. “Whore,” he spits, and Seonghwa really does feel like one.

He feels so exposed like this, his spent, pathetic cock bobbing in the loose hold of Hongjoong’s grip as his thrusting takes a relentless angle, slamming right into his prostate. A gentle hand guides one of his wrists up and past his head, and then fingers are closing over his own to wrap around another cock, and he strokes instinctively and feels blood fill Mingi out quickly.

Yunho has found his way around the bed to Seonghwa’s side, a hand resting on Mingi’s shoulder as they look down at Seonghwa getting his brains fucked out by their captain.

“Can you handle another one?” Yunho asks from the other side of his head. He’s still soft when he reaches for Seonghwa’s other hand to fuck his cock into.

Seonghwa looks so good like this, blissed out from the many cocks around him, all the hands on his body, touching, rubbing, and pinching like they can’t get enough of how he feels. He turns his head to the side to take Mingi’s cock into his mouth, and Yunho has to remind him to stroke with his hand from how distracted he’s been.

“Fuck, you’re insane,” Hongjoong grits out, bangs matted in sweat across his forehead. “So much cock around you, and you still can’t get enough. Naughty little bunny, all you wanna do is take them, huh? You want my cum inside you too?”

This time Seonghwa says nothing, hands busy jerking two other cocks off while Mingi rolls his hips languidly into his mouth, his tongue dancing wetly across the head of it. He feels like putty, like a doll for them to use and move around and stuff their dicks into, brain melting into such a mess he can’t think about anything except for how much he loves getting all his holes filled. He’s briefly reminded of the porn he watches, the way all the girls have their heads tossed back from being fucked so thoroughly by a rotation of men, cum dripping down their breasts, their cheeks, filling their holes, wetting their hair, and he can’t help but understand how filthy it all is now—how filthy he is, and god, does he fucking love it.

They had been right. This is everything that Seonghwa needs, and they’re so, so good to him, he thinks they may have ruined him for everyone else. He’s so fucked out, he doesn’t even realize when Hongjoong’s thrusts have slowed and the hold on his hand over Yunho’s cock has loosened.

A sound like a little gasp from outside Seonghwa’s bedroom door has pulled everyone’s attention away from the main character of their little show, and goodness, did they put on a show. Seonghwa hums around Mingi’s cock and Choi San stares straight at Hongjoong, whose dick is still buried deep in Seonghwa’s ass.

Seonghwa, who has yet to understand what’s going on, rolls his hips upward to try and get Hongjoong to move again, and Hongjoong does move, slowly at first, but each thrust is punishing, the stark sound of skin slapping against skin evident in everyone’s ears.

Hongjoong still hasn’t taken his eyes off San, and then he crooks an eyebrow as if to ask the intruder what it is that he wants from them. San refuses to move from his spot like his feet have been nailed to the floorboards; like every step he has to take is too unbearably heavy for him.

Then, Hongjoong turns his attention back onto Seonghwa completely. “Pretty little thing,” he speaks sweetly, urgently, “you look so good like this. My little, irresistible bunny. If someone catches you in this state, you won’t be able to do anything, right? So in love with cock, you need it. You need more, don’t you, bunny?”

Seonghwa pulls back just enough from Mingi’s cock to say, “Yes,” with a loving sigh. God, he’s so fucked. “Yes, yes, yes. I l-love it,” he stutters through Hongjoong’s thrusts. “M-more, Joongie.”

“Yeah, baby? You want more?” Hongjoong asks smugly. “You have a visitor.”

Seonghwa’s eyes pop open, but his pupils are so dilated Hongjoong swears he sees hearts in them when they land on the figure in the hallway with fists so tight his knuckles have turned white. “S-San! I—”

Hongjoong starts fucking him hard, cutting him off and choking away the words that have suddenly died on his tongue. “You want him inside you too? He will, but he doesn’t need your permission, right? You’re just a fuckin’ doll, darling. We don’t need to ask you,” Hongjoong purrs, the corner of his lips cocking upward into a devilish smirk.

Yunho motions San into Seonghwa’s bedroom with a beckoning finger, but San stays rooted to his spot, too stunned to move.

Hongjoong tosses a look over his shoulder, then croons sweetly into Seonghwa’s ear. “Do you wanna come again, bunny? C’mon, sweetheart. Show Sannie how much you want his cock.” He presses into Seonghwa’s heat deep, and then slips his cock out quickly, watching the wetness drip down Seonghwa’s hole. Hongjoong gives his ass a spank before gesturing for Seonghwa to get up on all fours, and Seonghwa obeys immediately, crawling towards the foot of his own bed.

“Look at him,” Hongjoong comments passively, “how can you resist such a sweet li’l thing?”
Seonghwa’s lidded eyes land back on San, who flinches when he drags his gaze from Hongjoong to Seonghwa.

San swallows visibly. “I… I don’t…”

“I know you want him,” Hongjoong replies, taking a seat on the bed with his arms crossed across his chest. “Don’t try to lie to me.”

The three of them watch Seonghwa’s and San’s exchange with intense stares, waiting to watch how everything will unfold. It’s so hot, the way Seonghwa has been reduced to nothing but a puppet who only knows how to listen and comply. It’s hard to believe he’s the same Seonghwa who had, just over an hour ago, shied away from their advances and been so embarrassed about showing his naked body.

“S-Sannie,” Seonghwa purrs on shaky fours, lips falling open and tongue rolling out.

San releases a shaky exhale, and he seems to contemplate for a while before he curses and tosses his jacket to the floor while stepping into Seonghwa’s room. He stops just close enough for Seonghwa to reach out and hook two fingers over his belt, yanking him towards him and immediately mouthing along the hardness underneath San’s trousers. Seonghwa’s fingers work clumsily to undo everything, and San doesn’t provide any help, so entranced by the state Seonghwa is in as he fumbles his way through it all. Then, San’s aching cock is suddenly exposed to the coolness in the air.

“You smell so good,” Seonghwa babbles mindlessly while nosing along San’s length. He kisses the tip and giggles like he’s drunk, then wraps his lips around him to draw a shaky moan from San.

“Good,” Hongjoong coos, his hand coming up to pet at Seonghwa’s messy hair like the sweet bunny he is. He makes his way back around to Seonghwa’s behind, knees nudging his legs further apart before lining his cock up with his hole, then sliding home.

Seonghwa chokes out a moan around San’s cock, wet and dripping of spit from how messily and filthily Seonghwa sucks him off. He reaches a hand forward for San’s hand, missing the first time and catching onto his wrist the second time before guiding it into his own hair. He pops off his dick to look up at him through teary eyes. “Fuck my face,” he begs wetly, then glides his tongue along the underside of San’s cock.

A particularly hard thrust from Hongjoong causes San’s dick to hit the tip of Seonghwa’s nose, and San has to consciously suck in a breath before pressing his cock back inside Seonghwa’s wet cavern.

Never in his life did San ever think he’d get to witness Seonghwa in this state, begging for his face to be fucked. How can he say no? He’s not as harsh as Hongjoong when it comes to facefucking, but he does do it steadily. He grips Seonghwa’s hair gently, unwilling to mess it up more than it already has been, and rolls his hips forward over and over again, just to hear the delicious click at the back of Seonghwa’s throat.

It takes all of San’s self-restraint to not just shove his cock down that tight heat, but it cracks when Seonghwa is the one to force himself deeper down, choking erotically over him as spit dribbles out the corners of his mouth.

“It’s not that he doesn’t like gentle,” Hongjoong tells San, words coming out breathily from how much energy he’s been putting into fucking Seonghwa, “he just doesn’t like it all the time.” And to prove his point, Hongjoong smacks Seonghwa in the ass and it leaves a bright red handprint immediately, and Seonghwa moans like he’s never felt anything more pleasurable in his life.

San glances down at Seonghwa, and the expression the older man wears—it’s of pure bliss, desperation, and love —and it’s all he needs for his grip to finally tighten in the older man’s hair, hips pressing harder into his mouth to draw little chokes and gags from him.

“Shit,” San curses with an urgent exhale, “I’m gonna come soon.”

“Hold out a bit,” Hongjoong gasps out, driving his hips upward into Seonghwa’s hole, “I’m almost there. You can come inside him. You want that, yeah, bunny? You wanna be filled with everyone’s cum, ‘cause that’s all you’re good for, right? Fucking cum dumpster.”

San sucks in through his teeth, pulling his cock out of Seonghwa’s mouth with a hand around the base of his cock. “Fuck, you can’t just say that. I—I almost came!”

Hongjoong laughs, but it doesn’t sound too there when he’s so fucking close. “You alright with that, bunny? I’m gonna come inside ya, and then San’s gonna come inside ya. We’ll fill you up with all the cum you want. You like that, sweetheart?”

Seonghwa doesn’t have any more words to say, so exhausted from being fucked for god knows how long, and so mindfucked from all the constant mixture of praise and degradation, his head spins in circles like he’s had way too much to drink.

Hongjoong fucks him so hard and deep Seonghwa feels it in his throat, the top half of his body collapsing completely into his mattress, and then Hongjoong is coming with a strained grunt and broken moan. He lets his cock sit inside while semen spurts deep inside of Seonghwa, twitching until he’s spent, then pulls out and watches the way the mess of his and Mingi’s cum spills out messily from his gaping hole, sliding down his balls and dripping onto the sheets. Hongjoong rolls Seonghwa over onto his back, hand wrapping around his leaking cock to pull a broken sob from the older man.

“H-Hongjoong, I can’t—anymore! I—”

“Yes, you can. One more, bunny, can’t you do that for me?” Hongjoong asks, chest heaving with the little time he’s had to recover from his own orgasm. “Weren’t you just begging for it? Keep your promise, now.”

Seonghwa begs with tear-stained cheeks, flushed pink, and a fresh wave of wetness rolls from his eyes when San quickly replaces the emptiness in his hole with his cock, sucking a shaky breath through his teeth as he buries himself all the way inside.

“P-please, I-I don’t know—”

“One more,” Hongjoong grits out, pressing hushing kisses to Seonghwa’s temple. “You look so pretty when you cry, you know that? So beautiful,” he murmurs sweetly, devoted to pulling Seonghwa’s third orgasm from him with quick jerks of his wrists.

The tremble through Seonghwa’s body is evident in the way he grips tightly to Hongjoong’s forearm, and when he attempts to close his legs, San holds him still, ramming his cock in and out of him.

Hongjoong continues to whisper the dirtiest of words into his ear, and then sing the sweetest of compliments, and Seonghwa has never felt so overstimulated in his life. The drag on his cock feels so good, yet he wants to sink away from it at the same time.

“That’s right, baby,” Hongjoong slurs, delirious with the way Seonghwa’s eyes roll upward, abdominal muscles tensing with every swipe of Hongjoong’s thumb over the tip of his cock on the upstroke. “Come for us. Show us how good you feel—how much you love being our little fuck bunny, our cum dumpster. Sannie’s gonna give you your third load, and you’re gonna take it, right?”

“Y-yes,” Seonghwa chokes out, so, so fucking close with the way his breathing grows more rapid. Hongjoong’s hand clamps down around his throat, squeezing him into the mattress, and then Seonghwa is coming so violently he swears he nearly blacks out, shaking and trembling as hot lava spreads through his veins faster than wildfire, tension slipping from his body quicker than waves wash from shores.

Seonghwa is already so loose and wet from all the cum they’ve emptied in him, and the glide is so delicious, it only takes about another minute of hips slamming into red cheeks before San is coming deep inside Seonghwa too, words of praise for the older male waterfalling from his lips.

The overstimulation is too much, but Seonghwa is too spent to try and escape from the abuse his hole takes, and all he can do is lay there and let everyone watch how San has his way with him.

“So pretty, Seonghwa hyung,” he gasps out, hips attached to the older man as he bites and kisses at the back of Seonghwa’s neck. “So perfect for me.”

When San pulls out and rolls onto an empty, clean spot on the bed, Yunho is hard enough again to fuck him properly. Seonghwa’s legs give out to the side and Yunho presses a large hand into the side of his thigh to keep them down, uncaring that the force of his thrusts pushes Seonghwa further down his bed until his head is hanging off the edge.

His moaning has been reduced to little whimpers, head lolling back and forth with every brutal thrust Yunho gives him. He’s truly a doll now, reduced to everything he’s longed for for so long, and only they can give it to him like this. Mingi steps around to where Seonghwa’s head is, and then he muffles his quiet, broken whimpers with his cock down his throat.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that, baby,” Mingi whispers, hand pressing over Seonghwa’s throat to feel the way his dick bulges from it. Seonghwa makes little noise while Mingi fucks his throat wetly, and when Yunho comes inside him, Mingi comes across his mouth, painting his lips white with cum.

Hongjoong and San take a little bit longer jerking themselves off a second time, but they achieve it while gazing down at Seonghwa’s face, so messed up from all the cum and drool and sweat he looks absolutely wrecked . Hongjoong’s grip is tight in Seonghwa’s hair, pulling his head back as they come across him—his open tongue, clumpy lashes, flushed chest, and tangled hair. Anywhere they can get it on.

Seonghwa lays there, chest heaving and body unmoving as he attempts to catch his breath. His body is painted in their cum, hole filled to the brim with their cum, and his face and hair is a mess with all the fluids that have dried on him.

Hongjoong sits back on his heels and promises he’ll remember the way Seonghwa looks right now for the rest of his life. He’s so fucking beautiful, Hongjoong doesn’t think he can have sex again with anyone else—not like this. Not in the way Seonghwa loves it.

It takes everyone a couple of minutes to gather themselves, some sprawled across the bed, some sitting with their back leaned into the headboard. Hongjoong glances at Yunho and Mingi, who get up to go to the washroom together.

Seonghwa is still taking his time to recover as San turns to face Hongjoong.

“What… what happened today?” San asks quietly, seated next to Hongjoong while twiddling with his thumbs.

A lot has happened, and not just today. He gazes lovingly at the half-asleep male in front of them, then figures he’ll give San the briefest of explanations. “Seonghwa said the guy couldn’t fuck him right, so we showed him.” Hongjoong gently nudges Seonghwa’s thigh with his foot. “Right, bunny?”

Seonghwa hums, head rolling towards them as a hand comes up to wipe the partly dried cum off his eye. “Who?” he mumbles, very clearly still out of it.

Hongjoong’s eyebrow twitches slightly, pride blossoming hotly across his chest. A surge of energy zips through his veins as he sits up to bend over Seonghwa’s relaxed face, kissing him sweetly on the lips. “Never mind, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

Yunho and Mingi reappear with warm washcloths, and they take turns switching between wiping all the mess off of Seonghwa’s body and face and whispering gentle praises into his temples. Seonghwa moans sleepily when Hongjoong has to press his fingers back into his hole to fuck the excess cum out so they can clean him properly. He mewls, face buried into wrinkled covers at the slow and sensual movements of Hongjoong’s thick fingers working inside him while clumsily fucking himself back into them.

“Oh, bunny,” Hongjoong hums, kissing his smirk into Seonghwa’s cheek, now clean and dry, and retracts his fingers. “Rest a little bit, and then we’ll run you a bath, okay?”

“Is he going to be okay?” San asks, concern evident in his voice.

“Of course,” Hongjoong replies. “We’re taking care of him, aren’t we?”

San reaches a gentle hand forward to brush the blonde strands out of Seonghwa’s sleeping face. “He looks a lot better than he ever has in the past few months.”

And that’s really all that matters to Hongjoong. Even though they’ve all been wanting Seonghwa the way they’d shown him tonight, their goal, mostly, was to get him out of whatever hole he thinks he dug himself in. Truthfully, Seonghwa isn’t that terrible at picking out men. It’s just that none of them can give him what it is he’s been truly yearning for, and nobody knows what he wants more than Hongjoong.

Mingi and Yunho make it out of the shower in record time, letting Hongjoong know the bath has been prepared. San isn’t as gross as everyone else, so he offers to help clean up with Mingi and Yunho. Hongjoong can wait too if it means Seonghwa is taken care of first.

He feels a little bad about having to wake the blonde up from his short nap, but he wants to get him comfortable and in bed as soon as he can. Seonghwa blinks his eyes open groggily, and Hongjoong feels his heart swoon at how soft and mellow Seonghwa has become, head leaning into his shoulder as he helps him up into a sitting position.

They make it to the washroom with little words, and Seonghwa steps into the hot bath carefully, then melts completely into the comfort of the water. He leans his head back into the tile, then looks up at Hongjoong, who sits on the toilet watching him quietly.

“How did you know?” Seonghwa asks after a brevity of silence, more awake now.

Hongjoong leans his chin into his hand, propped up on his thigh. “Know what?”

Seonghwa’s lips form a slight pout, gaze dropping back down to the water that comes up to his chest. “What I wanted. You knew before I even did.”

“I have my ways,” Hongjoong responds after a moment of contemplation, “but you should know that I pay extra attention to you.” He scoots himself off the lid of the toilet, then motions for Seonghwa to turn around so that he can wash his hair for him.

“You have to use my hair mask again,” Seonghwa tells him, and Hongjoong does, fingers running the smooth, buttery formula through his lightened strands. He does everything that Seonghwa tells him to and more, cleaning every part of his body thoroughly before Seonghwa is inviting him into the shower so they can rinse off together.

Hongjoong says nothing when Seonghwa leans into him under the spray of the water to press his lips to Hongjoong’s, sharing a long, passionate kiss despite the water dripping down their faces. Whatever this is, Seonghwa can’t complain. Actually, he can’t ask for anything better.

The rule he had in place about not sleeping with any of his members has been long broken, but he finds he doesn’t mind at all, only because it’s them. Had it been anyone else, he doesn’t think things could have turned out like this.

“Thank you,” Seonghwa says, pulling away. Water gets into his mouth and he spits it out, giggling at the way Hongjoong laughs. “I really needed today.”

Hongjoong’s fingers card gently through Seonghwa’s wet hair, and then he’s cupping the side of his face tenderly. “Anytime, bunny. All you have to do is ask.”

Seonghwa giggles again, and Hongjoong finds he really likes the sound of it. He’s never been this subdued before, enough for him to guide him easily out of the shower after turning off the water.

“I like when you call me that,” he admits shyly while Hongjoong is patting Seonghwa dry, then wrapping a towel around his head to squeeze gently at the excess water from his hair, making sure to be extra careful not to tousle the wet strands.

“Yeah?” A smile spreads across Hongjoong’s lips.

“Yeah,” Seonghwa says, voice cracking a little from how dry his throat is. “I want water.”

“I will get you some water, baby,” Hongjoong promises, plugging in the hair dryer.

“I like it when you call me that too.”

Hongjoong takes his time drying Seonghwa’s hair on low heat despite the heat protectant he’s rubbed through it. They get changed into clean and breathable clothes before exiting the washroom together to find San by the front door with his shoes on.

“Where are you going?” Hongjoong asks just to ask, leading Seonghwa into the kitchen to pour a couple of glasses of water for them. Mingi and Yunho are nowhere to be found, and the TV has been turned off already despite everything still hooked up to it from earlier that evening.

“I’m heading to Wooyoung’s for the night. I already changed Seonghwa hyung’s sheets, but you’ll have to put the other ones in the dryer when it’s done,” San explains while clicking the door open. He pauses, then directs his attention to Seonghwa. “You look good. You’re glowing.”

Despite the sleepiness in Seonghwa’s expression, San is right. Seonghwa is glowing, brighter than Hongjoong has ever seen him.

“Thank you,” Seonghwa says, suddenly shy. He probably didn’t expect San to come home to him getting his life fucked out of him. “Have a goodnight, Sannie.”

The door closes after San leaves, the automatic lock whirring to life shortly afterward. Hongjoong pours their water and carries the glasses to Seonghwa’s room, which, considering everything that had taken place earlier, remains the same as it always has—neat and tidy, clean and cozy. Someone tried spraying something to get rid of the lingering scent of aftersex, but Seonghwa finds he doesn’t care too much as he allows himself to flop into fresh, detergent-smelling sheets.

“Drink,” Hongjoong tells him, suddenly by his side and helping Seonghwa into a half-seated position.

Seonghwa takes the glass and chugs down the refreshing coldness like he’s parched, and Hongjoong laughs lightly.

“Were we too rough?” he asks him while climbing into the spot next to Seonghwa. He tosses the covers over them, then pats it down around Seonghwa’s sides.

“No,” Seonghwa answers with a gentle shake of his head. “I loved it. I discovered a lot of things about myself tonight.”

Hongjoong turns onto his side to look at the older male. “I’m sure you did. Now you don’t need to worry about picking out random guys,” he says, smiling softly when Seonghwa yawns. “You have us.”

“Mm,” Seonghwa hums, pouting. “It’s so embarrassing to ask.”

Hongjoong’s eyebrows lift towards his hairline. “If you don’t want us to ask, we don’t have to.” There’s a dirty implication behind it and it makes Seonghwa’s cheeks flush beautifully.

“F-fine. I’ll hint at it,” he mutters.

“Then we’ll give it to you.”

It doesn’t take long for the exhaustion and fatigue to catch up to the older male, an expression of contentment and relief on his face as he blinks sleepily at Hongjoong, who lies next to him.

“Go to sleep,” Hongjoong whispers, afraid of speaking too loudly.

“Are you sleeping here?” Seonghwa asks, a flash of apprehension showing in the flickering of his pupils, like he’s searching for something on Hongjoong’s face.

“Of course,” Hongjoong tells him. He leans forward to press a kiss to Seonghwa’s lips, and it’s enough for the other to finally close his eyes.

When Seonghwa wakes up in the morning, Hongjoong is resting peacefully next to him.