Infinite
and Teen Top Go on MT
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Grunting,
C.A.P. rubbed his eyes.
“Awake?”
“No.” Squinting, he saw Changjo seated on the edge
of the other bed, staring at him. Why
did the maknae always have to wake up so early?
“What time is it?”
“Time
to call Sunggyu hyung,” Changjo said, holding out C.A.P.’s phone.
Ignoring
the phone, he rested his hand on L.Joe’s bare hip and
pushed himself to sit up. Scratching his
stubble, he yawned. “Call for what?”
“To reschedule MT.”
Still
asleep, L.Joe rolled over, toward C.A.P. Tapping at his nose, C.A.P. grinned. He was kind of cute when he wasn’t arguing or
complaining.
“We
have to schedule it,” Changjo insisted.
“We have to do it soon, or everyone will be too busy and it won’t
happen.”
“What
are you so worried about?” C.A.P. asked.
“Don’t you already get L whenever you want him?”
“Does
that mean that I don’t want everybody else, too? There are other members. Come on, just call, one call,” Changjo urged,
trying to push the phone into his hand.
He
smacked the top of Changjo’s head, then took his phone. Scratching his ass, he got up.
“How
many times have we almost gone, now?
Let’s at least decide a day.”
The
last time, Infinite had pulled out at the last minute. C.A.P. didn’t think that it had been
deliberate on Sunggyu’s part, but it did make him wary. And the time before that, things had been
looking pretty good, and then Changjo had freaked out on L. L and Changjo were getting along now, and Chunji and Dongwoo were happy now, but how long would that
last? There was so much history between
their teams that when everything went well, it went really well, and when
things went badly, they went straight to hell.
The “really well” kept pulling them all back in, but C.A.P. still had an
eye out for the “straight to hell.” And
he knew that Sunggyu did, too.
“You’re
not going to call?” Changjo demanded. He
grabbed for the phone. “Then give it to
me, I’ll call.”
C.A.P.
shoved his hands away. “Scheduling MT is
leader shit, not maknae shit. Who do you
think I organize MTs with, Suho hyung or Sehun? I’ll call when I call.”
“Mmm, Sehun-ah,” L.Joe moaned in
his sleep, running his hand over the bed.
“Call soon, okay?” Changjo asked. When C.A.P. left the room, he was crawling on
top of L.Joe, whispering, “Hyung, L.Joe
hyung,” and L.Joe was still moaning.
C.A.P.
talked to their manager that night and went over the schedule. He wanted even a tiny bit of privacy and
quiet to make his call, so he nailed his members. When half of them were passed out, and half
of them were in the maknaes’ room, still going at it but at least not so horny
and noisy anymore, he went into the front room and dialed.
“Mmm,” Sunggyu said.
“Hyung,
how are you?”
“Fine. How are you,
have you eaten?”
“Yeah,
I’m fine. About MT, when do you want to
go?”
“Ah,
that? It can be soon.”
He
grinned. “Really?”
“I’m
tired of these kids fussing at me about it.
Like Sungyeol doesn’t have any friends other than that main vocal of
yours. Yeah, we can go soon. I’ll text you with some dates, all right?”
Hearing
how easygoing Sunggyu sounded, C.A.P. felt good about this. “Yeah, that’d be great.”
“I
thought that it’d be good to get away and go out of the city. We’re going on MT, right,
it shouldn’t be here in our dorms.”
“Oh.” He agreed, that sounded great, but he didn’t have
anywhere to go. When they went with EXO,
they went to SM’s safe houses, but his company didn’t have one. “You want to rent a place?”
“Mmm. It’ll be hard to find one that’s private, but
it’ll be good for the members. More like
a real vacation. Hyung will pay.”
“Well,
if we’re all going, we should split it.”
“Ya, what’s this, you think I can’t afford it? Hyung will pay,” he repeated.
That
was actually really nice of him.
“Okay. Thanks.” C.A.P. smiled. Sunggyu had to be more confident about their
teams getting together again than he’d thought.
Sunggyu
looked up some rental properties on-line, but he wasn’t satisfied with any of
them. Was he getting paranoid? He wanted to go somewhere he could trust, and
he wasn’t sure about anything he saw.
Were these photos an accurate representation? What if there were talkative neighbors? He wished that he could go to scope out the
properties in person before making a commitment. Infinite’s reputation was on the line, and so
was Teen Top’s, and he couldn’t ask C.A.P. to trust him if he wasn’t sure about
it himself.
He called C.A.P. and apologized. He felt like an ass about it, but they’d have
to meet in Infinite’s dorm.
“I
talked to Andy hyung about it,” C.A.P. said.
“He said that if we didn’t find anywhere else, we could use his place.”
What? “Andy sunbaenim has a place?”
“Yeah. We’ve never
been allowed to go, but he said that if we act like adults and don’t trash the
place, we can use it.”
“Where
is it?”
C.A.P.
chuckled. “I don’t know. He never told us, because he didn’t want us
to get ideas about sneaking in. Changjo-” He cut himself off,
then started over. “Our Changjo tried to
get information about it out of Shinhwa Changjo, but
all we know is that it’s not on Jeju. And it has a hot tub, and he meets his
members there a lot.”
“So
we’ll need to change the sheets,” Sunggyu said.
“Yeah, okay. If it’s okay with
Andy sunbaenim, we’ll go.”
After
he hung up, he wondered if every company had a secret getaway. He was the big sunbae at Woollim
now, so was it up to him to get one? It
would be kind of annoying if L or somebody did it first.
Changjo
wanted to get the most out of this experience that he could. But the Infinite members could be tricky.
They’d
already had C.A.P. and Chunji before, so they’d
probably be more eager to get to the other Teen Top members. That definitely worked in his favor.
Dongwoo
would be easy. Woohyun would want to
top. Hoya and Sungjong liked to bottom,
but they were picky. He’d have to
convince them that he knew what he was doing.
He needed L to put in a good word with them.
Sungyeol would want to
top, so he’d make sure that Niel got to Sungyeol
first. If he threw enough bottoms at
Sungyeol, maybe they could get Sungyeol relaxed enough to roll over.
He definitely wanted to
have sex with L, it was just a matter of how private L
wanted it to be.
That left Sunggyu. C.A.P. and Chunji
had both been there, so there was no reason why he couldn’t get some, too.
He called L and tried
to get L to agree to tell the rest of Infinite what an amazing lay he was. L laughed and said, “Don’t worry,
I want my members to have fun. They’ll
like you.”
He called Andy and
asked if there was beer at the house.
Andy said, “I don’t want a bunch of excited kids getting drunk and
throwing up on my furniture. Thanks for calling, I’ll make sure that there’s none before you show
up.” He tried to explain why he needed
it, but the more he talked, the worse it sounded, and then Andy asked, “Do I
need to come over and explain consent again?” and he had to sit through a
lecture about sex and sobriety.
His mind was still on
Sunggyu. How could he get Sunggyu in the
mood to want him? He’d get L to help
him. Lounging on his bed, thinking
aloud, he asked, “Sunggyu hyung used to like sex with Chunji
hyung, right?”
“Sure,” Ricky said,
crawling into the other bed.
“But he might feel
weird about Chunji hyung and Dongwoo hyung.” He needed another angle. His gaze slid to one side. “Sunggyu hyung likes you.”
“Of course he likes me,
I’m very likeable.”
“If he has sex with
you, he won’t have any excuse not to have sex with me,” he said, sitting up.
“Besides
how ugly and annoying you are?”
He made a move like he
was going to punch Ricky, and Ricky threw a pillow at him. Catching it, he said, “You have to get him to
do you. Join in while Niel hyung’s already sucking his balls or something.”
“If you want it so
badly, you suck his balls.”
“He likes you more.”
“What’s he into?” Ricky
asked.
“Topping.”
“But what about
topping? Does he like the way it feels
on his cock, or does he like the way it looks, or does he like the psychology
of it? Is he into pretty faces or round
asses, does he like helpless begging or does he want someone demanding? L hyung must’ve said something.”
Hours of conversation
with L streamed through his mind. “He
likes it all kinds of ways. I don’t
know.”
“Go ask Chunji hyung.”
He got up and went into
Chunji’s room.
Niel was asleep on L.Joe’s
bed, naked, long limbs stretching out in all directions. Chunji was kneeling
beside the bed, sucking L.Joe’s cock. “Chunji
hyung.”
Raising his head, Chunji jacked L.Joe’s hard-on,
looking at Changjo with an impatient question in his eyes.
“What does Sunggyu
hyung like? What’s he into?”
“You have to know this
right now?” L.Joe asked.
“Topping,” Chunji said, like that should’ve been obvious.
“What else?”
“Kissing,” Chunji said, and licked the head of L.Joe’s
cock.
Everyone in Infinite
really seemed to like kissing. Maybe because of Sunggyu.
Changjo stayed to watch Chunji get L.Joe off, and then he went back to his own room. “You have to make out with Sunggyu
hyung. Kiss him a lot,” he said, dropping
onto his bed.
“I’ll practice,” Ricky
decided, getting up.
“Where are you going?”
“L.Joe
hyung,” he explained, halfway to the door.
“You can’t practice
with me?”
“L.Joe
hyung’s mouth is sexier than yours.”
“Since when?” he
demanded. That was so not true! “Hey! Since when?!”
C.A.P.
checked the time and sighed. Changjo had
gotten the members out of bed at some ridiculous hour that morning, insisting
that they couldn’t be late. Now he was
tired and no one was ready, so what had they really gained, here? He could’ve slept in. “Members! We’re leaving!”
“Almost ready!” Chunji called
back.
C.A.P.
kicked the closest ankle. It turned out
to be Niel’s.
“Go get him.”
Niel sighed and trudged off. “Chunji
hyung, really.”
“He
just wants to look good for Dongwoo hyung,” L.Joe
said. He leaned back, away from Changjo,
who was staring at him and getting close.
“Maknae,” he complained, pushing Changjo away. When Changjo kept staring, he got
self-conscious. “What?” he asked,
laughing, flustered, touching his cheek.
“Your
mouth isn’t that sexy,” Changjo decided.
“Sure
it is,” C.A.P. said.
“I’m
very sexy,” L.Joe said. “All over.”
“Not
sexier than I am,” Changjo said.
“Get
over it,” Ricky said.
“I’m
a hell of a lot sexier than you,” L.Joe told
Changjo. “Even my teeth are sexy.”
Ricky
showed his teeth to C.A.P. Grinning,
C.A.P. ruffled his hair and pushed his face away.
“No
one has sexy teeth,” Changjo said.
“I
do,” L.Joe said confidently, flipping his hair out of
his eyes.
“According to who, Angel?”
“Mmm.” Licking his teeth, L.Joe
looked away. “Ya, Chunji!”
“Oh
my god,” Changjo said, laughing, his eyes round and delighted. “Does your dom
compliment your teeth?”
“Ew,” Ricky said. L.Joe punched both of them hard enough to make C.A.P.
wince. “Sorry,” Ricky said, doubling
over and moving to C.A.P.’s other side, looking for protection.
“He’s
coming,” Niel said, rejoining them by the door.
Changjo’s
phone pinged. Checking it, he said,
“Fuck,” and stared at the screen.
“What?”
L.Joe asked.
“It’s
just a selca from that idol,” Niel told them. Then, leaning over Changjo’s shoulder, he
said, “God damn, your boyfriend’s hot.”
Eyeing Changjo’s phone, L.Joe licked his
lips. “Hyung,” Niel
said, looking at C.A.P. “I don’t want to
say anything, but this guy was in love with you? And you didn’t do anything about it?”
“Can
we, uh. He’s
going to be there tonight, right?” L.Joe asked, still
staring.
“I
don’t know if someone with such bad judgment should be our leader,” Niel said.
Rolling
his eyes, C.A.P. decided to let that go.
“He’s
coming to see me, not any of you,” Changjo told L.Joe.
“Is
that fair?” Niel asked. “You shouldn’t be so selfish, maknae.”
“Yeah,
learn to share,” Ricky said.
“L.Joe lets us have sex with his dom,” Niel said. “Why can’t we do your boyfriend?”
“Sehun
hyung does what Sehun hyung wants to do,” Changjo said. “L hyung does what L hyung wants to do. I guess that L hyung is picky and only likes
good quality, and Sehun hyung is satisfied with whatever.”
“Want
to die?” L.Joe demanded.
While
L.Joe chased Changjo to the sofa, landed on top of
him, and punched him into the cushions, Chunji
strolled into the room with a smile full of anticipation. “Ready to go?”
They
were just about ready to leave, to get into the van for the drive to Andy’s
place. When management stepped out of
the dressing room, Sunggyu closed the door and motioned his members over. As they gathered around, he put one arm
around Sungjong and the other around Dongwoo, and everyone drew into a tight
circle, their heads together.
“Tonight.” He looked
everyone in the eye, one after the other, and spoke in a whisper. “Don’t embarrass me.”
“Why
is everything always about you?” Woohyun asked, laughing.
“Why
are you looking at me, why would I be embarrassing?” Sungyeol asked.
“What’s
embarrassing about sex?” Dongwoo asked.
“It’s just bodies, everybody has one.”
“Don’t
try to make them do things just because they’re younger, be nice,” he told
Sungjong. “Don’t try to prove things,”
he told Woohyun. “Don’t go too far and
come up with weird ideas,” he told Dongwoo.
“Everybody, they’re young and stupid and excited about their hormones,
and they’re going to try to do everything they can get away with, and they’re
going to go along with whatever you suggest.
So don’t,” he gave Woohyun a look, “suggest unnecessary things.” He turned
his warning look on Dongwoo. “Regular
sex is exciting enough, right? Stick to
normal positions. And no spanking,
they’re kids, it’s creepy.”
“But
they’re adults,” Dongwoo said. “They’re men, they’re adults, if they like things, why can’t we do
them?”
“You
know how the aging process works, right?” Hoya asked Sunggyu. “You’re so old,
shouldn’t you be more familiar with it by now?”
“Go,
go, get in the van, get away from me,” he said, pushing Hoya and Sungjong and
Woohyun towards the door. Remembering
something, he said, “Ya!” sharply enough to make
everyone freeze. As six pairs of
attentive eyes turned to him, he added, “And don’t tease L.Joe.” He put enough menace in his tone for it to
sink in that he meant it. They nodded,
and he relaxed. Everyone tried to leave,
and he caught Dongwoo, L, and Sungyeol, pulling them back to him. “Not you.”
“What?”
Sungyeol asked.
Letting
the other two wait, he cupped Dongwoo’s face in his hands. When Dongwoo blinked at him, calm and
attentive, he said, “I don’t want that kid causing problems.”
“Which
kid?”
“Which
kid?” he repeated. “Chunji,
I mean Chunji.”
He lowered his voice back to a whisper.
“He does things to your hormones.”
The real problem was what Chunji did to
Dongwoo’s heart. “You’re in charge
tonight, so it’s up to you to be responsible.”
“I’m
in charge?”
“I’m
not going to sit around and watch while everyone plays. I have my own stuff to do.”
“What,
sleeping?” Sungyeol asked.
He
shot Sungyeol a look, then turned his gaze back on Dongwoo. “Make sure that everyone behaves. Keep an eye on L.Joe. Keep an eye on Changjo,
too, he’s bad news. Don’t get so excited
about what feels good that you don’t use sense.”
“It’s
only good if everyone has a good time,” Dongwoo said. “That’s what MT is for, for everyone to grow
closer.”
“Okay.” He kissed Dongwoo’s forehead and sent him
out. When the door closed, he turned to
L.
Smirking,
L crossed his arms over his chest.
“Who’s bad news?”
“Changjo,”
Sunggyu said. “Are you going to be okay
tonight? If it’s going to be weird
seeing C.A.P. in that kind of setting, tell me now.” He needed L to confront problems, not run
away from them, but he also needed to know if there were going to be problems. He needed L to think about it ahead of time,
not get upset in the moment and ruin the whole night for everyone. It wouldn’t be good for L, and it wouldn’t be
fair to the other members.
L
licked his lips, staring at the floor for a moment, lost in thought. Then he nodded and met Sunggyu’s eyes
again. “It’ll be strange, at first. But I don’t care. If he touches me, I’ll kill him. But he won’t try it. And I don’t care what he does with anybody
else.”
Sunggyu
nodded, rubbing the side of L’s neck.
“Keep an eye on that Changjo, all right?
I don’t want him causing problems.”
L’s
dimples showed when he smiled. “He
really, really wants you to play with him.”
He
scowled. “He’s not my type. None of them are my type.”
“You
won’t even try him?”
“I
don’t play with my dongsaeng’s toys. You
keep him.” He pushed L toward the
door. When he and Sungyeol were alone in
the room, he whispered, “Do you have it?”
“I.” Bright red, Sungyeol shook his head. “It’s too awkward! I can’t do that in public.”
“A
bathroom’s not public, no one’s watching what you do
in there.”
“I
couldn’t,” he said, looking guilty. “I
couldn’t get it in.” Sunggyu
sighed. “It’s awkward! It’s weird in public, and I couldn’t relax.”
They’d
gotten Sungyeol to admit last night that he might bottom for Teen Top. Sunggyu had agreed to bend the rules enough
to allow Sungyeol to wear a plug for the drive to MT, so that he’d show up open
enough to get things started. But that
meant that he had to put it in while in the bathroom after their last schedule,
and as Sunggyu had guessed would happen, he hadn’t done it. “What are you going to do, instead? Get C.A.P. to get you ready?”
“One
of our members will do it.”
“They’re
having their own fun, they don’t want to waste their
time on you.”
“Thanks,
that’s great,” Sungyeol said, defensive now, crossing his arms over his
chest. He was still blushing brightly,
embarrassed.
“We
didn’t risk getting caught with this shit just for you to wimp out,” Sunggyu
said. “Go back in there and do it.”
“It
doesn’t work!”
“Go
in there,” Sunggyu ordered, pointing him towards the bathroom. Then Sunggyu went over and opened the door to
the hallway. He gestured, and Woohyun
came over. “Yeolie’s
not feeling well, so we need a minute in the bathroom,” he whispered. Woohyun nodded. “He needs some privacy.”
“Okay,”
Woohyun said.
Trusting
Woohyun, he followed Sungyeol into the bathroom and locked the door.
A
few minutes later, he had Sungyeol writhing against the wall, whimpering,
muscles squeezing his finger. “That’s
it,” he whispered, kissing the red flush spreading down Sungyeol’s neck.
“Unnhhh, unnh,
hyung.” Sungyeol gripped his arm,
fingers digging in. Long torso arching,
Sungyeol gasped.
“Quiet,
quiet,” he whispered soothingly. He
rubbed in and out tenderly, slowly, wanting it to feel easy and unhurried. “It’s nice, right?” he murmured, still
kissing Sungyeol’s neck.
“Fuck,”
Sungyeol panted, and he shuddered. “It’s
so good.”
“Mmm. Turn around again, let hyung see.” Sungyeol nodded, and when Sunggyu’s finger
slipped out, he faced the wall. Finger
easing right back in, Sunggyu knelt down.
Moaning, Sungyeol squirmed around, pushing back
against it and then trying to rise off of it and then trying to work it
deeper. Used to his movements, Sunggyu
went with it, sliding a second finger into his clenching tunnel. He was just open enough to take it, and his
shaky moans sounded loud in the still, silent room. Making him moan like that, turning him on,
being this close to his pert ass, teasing him open, had Sunggyu worked up, too,
and it was really tempting to take this to its natural conclusion. He’d already gotten off, but Sunggyu hadn’t,
and all of his aroused writhing was sending signals straight to Sunggyu’s cock.
Determined
to stay on track, Sunggyu picked up the lube.
He didn’t want to neglect Sungyeol’s ass, so while he lubed up the plug,
he licked that puckered hole. Sungyeol
was more open than a few minutes ago, and when the tip of his tongue snaked in,
Sungyeol made a high-pitched, aching sound.
“Fuck, hyung, fuck,” Sungyeol gasped.
Licking firmly, probing, he got the plug good and slick. Then, gently, he nudged the plug into
place. “Unh, unh, ooooohh,
it’s in me, fuck.”
Watching
the slim plug disappear into Sungyeol’s body turned Sunggyu on, and he nuzzled
Sungyeol’s ass. He tucked it in snugly,
and then he licked the flange where it sat flush against Sungyeol’s skin. “God, hyung, oh, god.” Sungyeol’s hips swiveled, grinding his ass
against Sunggyu’s face. “I, oooohhh, god, do something.”
Hungry
for more, he licked his way up Sungyeol’s cleft. When he was far north enough to reach the hem
of Sungyeol’s T-shirt, he stopped, rubbing his forehead against Sungyeol’s soft
skin, breathing hard. Knowing that he
couldn’t finish what he’d started, he got himself back under control.
“God, hyung.”
Sungyeol’s voice was breathless and shaky. “It’s in me, I can
feel it in me.”
All
of this prep was foreplay, and Sunggyu’s body couldn’t understand why it wasn’t
getting to the next step. He’d gone
through the familiar process of getting Sungyeol in the mood, and now that
Sungyeol was eager for him, his cock was straining in his pants, demanding
satisfaction. He squeezed his eyes shut,
but he could still feel Sungyeol’s slim hands in his hips, could still feel
Sungyeol’s bare skin against his face, the needy writhing as Sungyeol refused
to hold still. “Shut up for a
second.” If he got his hands off of
Sungyeol, it would help. He knew
that. He just had some trouble
convincing himself to let go, when what he really wanted was to yank Sungyeol
even closer. Right
onto his cock, for example.
Grimacing,
he got up, backing off. “Put your
clothes back on.”
He
did, slowly, with uncoordinated movements.
Flushed, looking shaky, he turned around again. He looked horny and ashamed, and his gaze
went straight to Sunggyu’s crotch.
“Look
normal,” Sunggyu ordered him in a whisper.
“You’re normal, everything’s normal.”
As soon as they stepped outside of the dressing room, they’d be under
surveillance. Even if everyone else was
too distracted to notice that something was off, Inspirit would see it in a
heartbeat.
“Normal,”
Sungyeol said. “Right.” His eyes closed and he swayed, leaning back
against the wall. His lips parting, he
arched his back, rubbing himself against the wall. He groped himself, panting, rubbing at his
crotch first and then his ass, squirming as he pawed himself. “This doesn’t f-f-f-f-feel normal.”
“Stop
grabbing yourself,” Sunggyu scolded, batting at his
hand. “And stop sweating.” Grabbing a paper towel, Sunggyu patted
roughly at his face until he took over.
“Wear a face mask when we go out.
And make L walk in front of you.
If L and Woohyun do fan service, no one will look at you.”
Sungyeol
lowered his paper towel, staring at Sunggyu.
“Why do you have to say things like that?”
“To
distract you and kill the mood. Did it
work?”
Licking
his lips, Sungyeol looked self-conscious.
“Can you get me off again?”
“No.”
“Can
I get you off?”
“No!”
“Something
has to happen! This is killing me,” he
confessed, dabbing at more sweat. “God,
I feel, like, half-fucked or something, like I got halfway there but didn’t
finish.”
“Teen
Top will finish you.” They’d already
done enough in this bathroom; he wasn’t going to let anything else happen. Breaking one rule wasn’t an excuse to break
five more. “Get yourself under control.”
Sungyeol
gave his crotch a pointed look.
Annoyed,
he yanked his T-shirt down over his hard-on.
“It’ll go away.”
As
soon as they were in Andy’s house, Teen Top went exploring. Andy’s bedroom suite was locked, and they’d
been warned to stay out of it, but the rest of the house was theirs.
“Shit! Look at this kitchen!”
“Where’s
the hot tub?”
“He
has a pool table!”
“I
love this bed.”
“How many bedrooms?”
“Four!”
“Five!”
“Where’s
the fifth?”
“Why
does he need five bedrooms?”
“Wait,
why wouldn’t there be six?”
“Did
we miss one?”
“You
know Niel can’t count!”
“Oh,
shit, this is nice.”
“Ouch!”
“I
can so count! One!” “Ouch!” “Two!” “Ouch!” “Three!”
“Whoa,
I like this bathroom.”
“Where’s
the maknae?”
Aw,
shit. L.Joe
looked around, then peered down the hallway. “Maknae!” Chunji called.
There
was no answer. “One!”
C.A.P. yelled. “Two!”
“Here,
I’m here,” Changjo said, coming to the top of the stairs. “I found underwear.”
“So? You think Andy hyung doesn’t wear underwear?”
Chunji asked.
Changjo’s
smile was broad. “It’s not his.”
“How
do you - - I don’t want to know,” L.Joe decided,
shaking his head. “I don’t want to know
why you know that.”
“So what?” Ricky asked.
“We know about him and his hyungs.”
Grinning,
Changjo held up lacy red panties. Women’s panties.
“Oh,
shit, Andy hyung’s bi?” Chunji asked.
“Where
did you find that?” L.Joe asked, shocked.
“Put
it back,” C.A.P. said.
“Andy
hyung does women?” Ricky asked.
“Maybe
it was just a guest,” L.Joe suggested.
“Maybe
they’re his,” Chunji suggested. “Maybe he wears them.”
“Maybe
his hyungs wear that when he fucks them,” C.A.P. said. “Now put it back. Or hide it until Infinite’s gone, and then
put it back.”
“You
didn’t go in his room, did you?” Chunji asked.
Changjo
blinked, his expression immediately innocent. “No, hyung. It’s locked.”
“Check
to make sure it’s still locked,” C.A.P. told Chunji,
and started up the stairs.
“Oh,
shit,” Changjo said, and ran.
Sungyeol
was so squirmy and horny, Sunggyu had sent him up to
sit in the front seat of the van. Now
Sunggyu was beside Woohyun. Most of the
members were asleep, but Sunggyu couldn’t relax enough to take a nap. He felt too horny, too riled up. Hormones and sexual energy were still in his
system, and he kept thinking about the way it had looked, the way it had felt,
his fingers sliding up into Sungyeol.
Woohyun
leaned against him, shoulder to shoulder, and asked in a low voice, “You gonna screw Chunji?”
He
shook his head. Ran his hand over
Woohyun’s thigh, caught himself, and snatched his hand
away again.
“Gonna screw Niel? C.A.P.?”
He
shook his head.
“Ricky?”
He
scowled. “No.”
Woohyun
grinned, expression knowing. “Want to
screw me?”
“I
don’t know. Sit on my cock and let’s see
how I like it.”
Woohyun
chuckled and kissed his cheek, thumb rubbing lightly over his nape until a
shiver ran through him. “You can play
with L while the rest of us are busy.”
“Ah,
he’ll want to be with that Changjo.”
“You
could just join in with the rest of us.
You’ve had some of them before, it’s okay to do
it again. What are you doing, holding
yourself to some weird standard? Holding
back for no reason? Should we call you
Old Money?”
“Old
- - ya!” He
elbowed Woohyun, annoyed. “It’s not like
that! He’s ridiculous. I just don’t want to fool around with a bunch
of kids. What are they going to do for
me?”
“Suck
your cock?” Woohyun suggested.
“If
I need that, I have Dongwoo.”
Together,
they glanced over.
Dongwoo
was fast asleep, face turned to one side.
He looked calm, for once, and sexy, his skin smooth, his thick hair
falling over one eye, his full lips slightly parted.
“So
nice, having a hyung who never says no.”
Grinning, Woohyun squeezed Sunggyu’s thigh. “Two hyungs.”
“That’s
all I am to you,” Sunggyu said. “That’s
all we are, your personal sex toys, just here for your convenience.”
“Yes. But you’re so good at it,” Woohyun teased,
pinching his cheek.
“Maybe
I will have sex with Teen Top,” he decided.
“I’ll wait until you’ve had everyone first, and
they’re all excited about how great Woohyun hyung is and how sexy Woohyun hyung
is, and then I’ll do them, one by one, and show them what good sex really is.”
Wide-eyed,
Woohyun slowly shook his head. “Are
these the kinds of sexual fantasies you have?
This is what you think about?” He
started laughing. “Hyung, your ego is
the biggest in the world.”
He
wrapped his hand around Woohyun’s throat, his hand squeezing and sliding
upward, fingers curving up over Woohyun’s jaw.
Making a strangled, laughing sound, Woohyun squirmed, head tipping back. His horniness was turning to sexual
frustration, and he wanted to take what he needed, wanted to sate himself on
Woohyun, wanted to tell this dongsaeng to stop flirting and start taking
action. Eyeing Woohyun, fantasizing about
how good it would be to feel Woohyun on his cock, remembering how incredible it
had always been before, he shifted his grip and rubbed his thumb over those
soft, full lips. He watched Woohyun
deliberately calm down, but it was only an outward calm, and he saw erotic fire
burning in Woohyun’s watchful gaze. If
they’d been at the dorm, in the practice room, anywhere with real privacy, they
would’ve been on each other in a heartbeat, and Woohyun would’ve given him
anything, would’ve held nothing back, would’ve let him
take the world.
“Ungh, god, how many more miles?”
Sungyeol complained from the front seat.
“I thought we were going to be there by now.”
They
sighed, the moment broken. Woohyun
rolled his eyes, and Sunggyu reached over to rap his knuckles on the crown of
Sungyeol’s head. “Stop whining, we’re
almost there.”
C.A.P.
was asleep on the couch, his head on Niel’s lap, when
L.Joe called, “They’re here! They’re here!”
“Now?” Niel demanded, shoving
C.A.P. out of his way and hopping up.
Taking a swipe at his thigh as he darted away, C.A.P. sat up. “It’s about time,” Ricky said.
“I
call dibs,” Niel said.
“On what?” Chunji asked, laughing.
“I
get Woohyun hyung,” L.Joe said.
“I
get Dongwoo hyung,” Chunji said.
“I
get Sungyeol hyung,” Niel said.
“I
get L hyung,” Changjo said, gloating.
C.A.P.
rolled his eyes, getting up. “It doesn’t
matter who does what with who first, we have all night for this. Relax and let it happen.” He pushed Ricky’s shoulder. “Get the door.”
Ricky
pushed Changjo. “Get the door, maknae.”
Changjo
danced his way to the door.
L.Joe fixed his hair.
Niel took off his outer shirt. Chunji rubbed his
hands on his pants.
Changjo
watched through the peephole, then abruptly yanked the
door open.
Hoya
gave a start. “Hi.”
“Welcome!”
Changjo exclaimed. Then he said, “Come
in,” and shooed everyone inside.
“Hello! Hello!” Sungjong said cheerfully. Sungyeol looked desperate, his smile sick at
first and then too bright, his breath uneven.
Sunggyu grabbed Changjo by the back of the neck and demanded, “Where’s
your phone?” then turned to C.A.P. and asked, “Where’s his phone?”
“Out
in the van,” C.A.P. said. “The rest of
them are over there.” He gestured to the
table by the door.
“Good.” Sunggyu let go of Changjo and added his phone
to the pile. “Any
rooms off-limits?”
“Andy
hyung’s door is locked, but everything else is open. There’s lube around in most of the rooms.”
“All
of the rooms,” Changjo said.
“Good. Then here, you come with me,” Sunggyu said.
He
was - - was he talking to C.A.P.?
“Me?” Maybe he didn’t mean for
sex; he probably just wanted to talk.
“Yes,
I want to put it somewhere, and you know how to take it.”
“Uh.” All of his
members were looking at him. Like they wanted to laugh.
Feeling self-conscious, he rubbed his hand over his hair. “I haven’t really, uh.” Aw, shit, he sounded like Chanyeol.
“You
bottom.”
Yeah, but... “Not
since the last time we, uh.”
“Are
you saying no?”
It
seemed like an honest question, and he gave it some consideration. “No, it’s okay. I mean, if you want to.” He shrugged.
“You’re
bottoming?” Changjo asked, staring at him.
“I’m
being a good host,” he said, pushing members out of his way. He followed Sunggyu into a bedroom.
“Where’s
he going?” Sungyeol demanded.
“With
Sunggyu hyung,” Ricky said, perplexed.
“You can’t tell?”
“I
need him!”
“I
need this,” Niel said, dropping to his knees. He bit at the button to Sungyeol’s fly while
he yanked down the zipper.
“Shit,”
Sungyeol said, staring down at him. He
already had Sungyeol’s cock out and in his hand, in his mouth. “Oh, god, you - - oh!” One hand flailed out, grabbing at the back of
a chair for balance.
Standing
beside him, Woohyun stroked Niel’s hair, smiling down
at him, watching.
Dongwoo
made a beeline for Chunji. Laughing, Chunji
cupped his elbows, pulling him in. They
kissed, and Chunji said, “Wait, hyung,” putting a
hand on his chest. He grinned, biting
his lip, eyeing Chunji delightedy,
barely holding back. “If I start with
you, I won’t have anything left for the other hyungs. Let me do your other members first, okay?”
“Mmm.” Dongwoo touched his forehead to Chunji’s, running his hands up and down Chunji’s
sides, greedy, possessive. “Nnnhh.” Looking torn, he rubbed his nose against Chunji’s cheek, mouthed Chunji’s
jaw. “Nnn,
okay.” Breaking free, he stepped
back. “Who do you want first? Maknae, go with Chunji,
be nice, do whatever he wants.”
Sungjong
smirked at Chunji.
“Are you any better than you used to be?”
“Come
on,” Chunji said, grabbing his hand and heading for
the stairs. “I’m not any worse, and you
loved it back then.”
Sungjong
laughed, following him up. “I never
loved it!”
Chunji shot him a smile over one shoulder. “You always loved it.”
“Ahhnn, ah-ooohh, oh,” Niel moaned, running his tongue up and down Sungyeol’s
shaft.
Changjo
sidled up to Hoya.
Hoya
eyed him.
“You’ll
like it,” L said.
Changjo
smiled.
“Eh,
yeah, okay,” Hoya said. “Upstairs?” On the way by, he pulled on L’s arm. “You, too. Need someone to take over if he can’t
deliver.”
While
the three of them trooped upstairs, Niel slurped
enthusiastically on Sungyeol’s cock, his head bobbing.
Dongwoo
looked at L.Joe and Ricky, then at Woohyun. “Do you want the puppy? Should I be nice to him?” His smile was suggestive and devilish. “Foursome?”
“You
take Ricky,” Woohyun said, stroking Niel’s hair. “I’ll take this one.”
“That
one’s busy,” Dongwoo said.
“Not
for long,” Woohyun said, and Sungyeol groaned helplessly, grip tightening on
the back of the chair. “Fuck, oo-uuhhh-oohh,” Sungyeol said, and Niel
moaned, and Sungyeol cursed again, gasping.
Raising
his head, Niel wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand. “Whoo.”
Catching his breath, he sat back on his heels. “That was nice, I needed that.” Blinking, he looked up at Woohyun over his
shoulder while Sungyeol staggered back, clinging to the chair. His gaze raked over Woohyun. “Are you next?”
Woohyun
smiled at him. “I am. Come on,” Woohyun put a hand down, “show me
where the bedrooms are.”
Taking
Woohyun’s hand, Niel got up. “That was good, hyung, come see me when you
get it up again,” he told Sungyeol, and he walked away with Woohyun.
“Well,
hyung, it can’t be helped,” Ricky said, unbuttoning his shirt. “Woohyun hyung said it,
you’re responsible for me now. I guess
we’d better start.”
“I’ve
never had you,” Dongwoo said, stalking toward him, looking intrigued. “Can I fuck you? Spank you?
Nibble your ears?”
“You
can do whatever you want,” Ricky said, taking a step back and pulling off his
shirt. “But, hyung.”
“What?” Dongwoo paused, curious.
Ricky
grinned, quirking his eyebrows. “Gotta catch me first.” He threw his shirt at Dongwoo and ran.
“Ah!” Dongwoo caught the shirt. Then, yelping gleefully, he chased Ricky down
the hallway.
Flushed,
sweating, Sungyeol staggered toward the couch.
A
door slammed. Ricky squealed; Dongwoo
laughed victoriously.
Bracing
a hand on the back of the couch, Sungyeol rested a knee on the cushions. His other hand clutched at the waistband of
his pants, holding them up.
Curious,
L.Joe circled him.
“You okay?”
“I’m
fine, I just.” Sungyeol looked at
him. “Do you - - you know how to top,
right? You’re not like a puppy
full-time, you can do things?”
“Puppy,”
L.Joe repeated.
He shook his head, blinking. “No,
I top, too.”
“Good,
thank god,” Sungyeol said. “Get some
lube, do you have lube?”
L.Joe looked around, then found a
tube beside a table lamp.
“Okay,
just don’t laugh, and go slow.” Letting
go of his pants, letting them fall around his knees, he crawled onto the couch,
hugging the armrest. Then, “Wait, wait,”
he said, looking over his shoulder. “You
don’t have like a twelve-inch cock or anything, do you?”
“No. It’s just, it’s normal. Normal size. Normal everything.”
“Okay. Okay.”
Sungyeol squirmed like he couldn’t get comfortable, arching his
back. “Don’t rush me, but be quick,
okay?”
“I…” L.Joe stroked
Sungyeol’s long back, staring. Sungyeol
shuddered under his hand. “Hyung, are
you wearing a plug?”
“No,
it’s a tail, I’ve always had it. Yes,
it’s a - - get it out, get it out.”
There
was a lot going on here, a lot to absorb, but L.Joe
knew to jump to action when a hyung got that frustrated tone. “One second, almost got it.” He lubed up his fingers first, quickly. Then he gently eased out the plug. Immediately, Sungyeol’s body tried to close
up, but he slipped his fingers in, stroking carefully.
Making a grateful,
broken sound, Sungyeol writhed, spreading his legs, bracing a foot on the
floor. “Okay, okay. That’s it, get in me.”
“Don’t want to rush
it,” L.Joe said.
Sungyeol was tight, clenching around his fingers. But Sungyeol was also gasping and squirming
and fussing, giving off every signal of need.
He loved seeing hyungs act like this.
It was really hot, and it made him feel better about the times he got
needy and begged his members for it. He
wasn’t that strange after all, especially if Sungyeol was running around wearing
a butt plug. “Gonna
go in slowly, okay?”
“Okay, okay, just,
sometime today.”
Making a shushing
sound, he lubed up his cock. “Relax for
me, hyung, it’s gonna feel good,” he promised, and he
nudged inward. Fuck, it was tight, and
it felt amazing. He thrust slowly, in
short, measured pokes, rocking back and forth.
“Ahhhh, fuck.” Groaning, Sungyeol writhed around under him,
arching, hips shimmying. “Fuck, I
thought you said you weren’t hung.”
“I’m not, you’re just
tight.”
“Unnngh,
gaahhh, deeper, get, get deeper.”
It was a slow fuck, L.Joe thrusting gently.
He stroked Sungyeol’s long, shivering sides, and he rocked in
steadily. At first he thought that once
Sungyeol got used to him, they’d move into the real screw, but this was the
real thing; this was as much as Sungyeol could take. Shuddering, Sungyeol squirmed and moaned
nonstop, constantly shifting around, mumbling about how big he was and how hard
he felt and how good it felt. Sungyeol
sounded both excited and ashamed, like being fucked was a fantastic, incredible
thing but it was embarrassing to like it this much. It was intensely arousing to give it to
someone who needed it this badly, who responded to his
cock like every single thrust was amazing.
The temptation to tease and play around and make Sungyeol beg for it was
really strong, but L.Joe knew too well what it was
like to be on Sungyeol’s end of things, so he just kept rocking, giving it nice
and slow, nice and easy.
“Auh-oohhh,
oh, shit, shit, unh, yes.” Sungyeol
shuddered hard, jerking against L.Joe’s
next thrust.
Slipping a hand under
him, L.Joe felt for his cock. “Did you come?”
“Yes, unnnh, fuck.”
Sungyeol shuddered again. “I need
to move, I need, can I be on top, can I sit, I mean.”
“Sure, okay.” L.Joe popped out of
him, then considered their options. “Here.” After setting
decorative bowls aside, L.Joe sat on the coffee
table. “Like this.”
Sungyeol was long all
over, long torso, long limbs, his skin pale except for a deep scarlet flush up
his chest, his neck, his ears. Breathing hard, he climbed on top of L.Joe, and as L.Joe reclined, he
straddled L.Joe’s cock. Grimacing, making soft, gorgeous, whimpering
sounds, he worked L.Joe’s cock inside of himself,
holding it steady with one hand, his hips working in hungry little jerks. “God, it’s so hard, nnnn,
ooohh.”
Wanting him, aching, needing more, L.Joe
stroked his thighs, encouraging him, rubbing his sides. Gasping, “Ah, ah, it’s in me, you’re in me,
oh,” he seated himself fully, burying L.Joe’s cock
inside of himself. “Unnh,
it’s good, it’s good, that’s good.”
“Feels good,” L.Joe agreed, his breath
catching. Being
balls-deep in Sungyeol’s snug, greedily clenching ass really made him want to
thrust. “Can you move?”
“I,
unh. Just, just,
let me, ooohh.”
Sungyeol squirmed on top of him, muscles rippling and squeezing his
erection. His cock throbbed, and he
groaned, digging his fingers into Sungyeol’s lean thighs. Hands gripping the sides of the table,
Sungyeol started to move, lifting up and sinking back down.
“Yeah, like that, mmm,
yeah,” L.Joe panted, cupping his ass.
“I don’t, ooohh, don’t normally, unnnhh,
oh, oh, don’t u-u-u-usually do this.”
Sungyeol’s eyes closed, his head falling back as his spine arched. “Hu-ooh-uuooh. D-d-don’t come for a while, okay, just, let
me do this.”
“I might, ooohh, have to come,” L.Joe
admitted. “But I come twice, it’ll stay
hard. Just keep going, hyung, do
whatever feels good.”
“This,” Sungyeol
breathed, riding his cock, hips pumping slowly.
“This feels so good.”
“Fuck.” Grunting, C.A.P. was on his knees, his eyes
rolling back in his head as Sunggyu thrust into him again. Deeper, Jesus, how was Sunggyu going deeper,
he was so stuffed full of cock he could practically feel it up in his throat.
Sunggyu
pressed tight against his back, skin hot against his. He was surrounded, filled, his ass straining
around the girth of Sunggyu’s erection, Sunggyu’s thighs against his, Sunggyu’s
hands splaying over his chest. Panting,
he tried to relax into it, but his cock was so hard that he rocked,
his body’s natural compulsion to fuck telling him to move, to thrust. With nothing to fuck and nowhere to go, he
groaned helplessly, screwing himself on Sunggyu’s cock, hips bucking roughly,
vigorously.
Licking
the back of his neck, Sunggyu gripped his thighs, thumbs stroking over his
pelvic bone. The wet stroke of Sunggyu’s
tongue made him squirm, and the caress at his pelvis sent little sparks
skittering between his thighs. Leaning
back, his head on Sunggyu’s shoulder, he groaned, pulling Sunggyu’s hand to his
cock.
Slipping
from his grip, evading his cock, Sunggyu stroked his inner thigh, turning him
on just enough to make him moan again, need and desire burning in him. Rolling his balls, Sunggyu made his sac
bounce, and he reached back, holding onto Sunggyu’s thigh, still fucking
himself, grunting with the effort.
Sunggyu’s hand ran up his abs, blunt nails dragging over his skin, and sensual
kisses dotted his shoulders. “Mmm.” Sunggyu shifted against him, pressing deeper,
and he cried out, riding a wave of pleasure.
Fuck, it had been a while, and damn,
he’d needed this. “Good?”
Yes,
yes. Physical need was taking hold of
him, old urges stirring. Sunggyu was
bringing back sensations he hadn’t felt in a long time, desires he’d forgotten
that he had, forgotten could be this strong.
“Yeah.”
He was so used to topping, used to doing this from the other side, that it was hard to get used to this position, and he
kept thinking about how it had to look, his ass spread wide around Sunggyu’s
cock like this. Maybe when Sunggyu had
been fingering him open it had been erotic, but now it was just obscene, his
body stretching to accommodate that wide shaft.
He hadn’t been in this headspace in a while, and he was surprised by how
much he wanted this, by how much it turned him on, but the way Sunggyu was
treating him, taking control, kissing him and caressing him, reminded him of
how this went, what he was in for, how incredibly hard he was about to come.
“Minsoo-ah.” Sunggyu stroked his thighs, patted his ass, nudged him forward, guiding him onto his hands and
knees. “Hyung has needs, and you know
how to take it, right?”
Nodding,
he braced a hand on the headboard, and then he took a deep breath. “Give it to me.”
Sungjong
liked the way that Chunji screwed him enough to take Chunji with him into the shower, afterward. They played around in the bathroom, flicking
water at each other, making out against the sink. They were still wet, and kissing against the
wall, when the towel rack he was leaning against gave way. Startled, he tightened his arms around Chunji, turning to see the towel rack hanging loose,
swinging down, the towels crumpling at his feet.
Chunji burst into laughter, hugging him. “Shit!”
“I
didn’t do it.”
Chunji was still laughing, looking at him with sparkling
eyes. “Who did, then?”
“I
didn’t do it!” he repeated.
“Well,
I didn’t do it!” Chunji exclaimed. “I’m telling Andy hyung.”
Chunji was already halfway across the bathroom before
Sungjong grabbed at him, trying to drag him back. “What are you doing? Don’t tell on me!”
“I
don’t want you telling him that I did it!”
Damn, Chunji was wily; Sungjong locked both
arms around him.
“He
won’t care if you did it!”
“He’ll
care more if I did it!” Chunji argued. He had a grip on the doorjamb now, and was
trying to drag himself through it into the adjoining bedroom.
They
were both wet and naked, and as far as Sungjong was concerned, that only made
the struggle more fun. He held on while Chunji flailed around trying to get past the door. He’d seen Teen Top fight; he knew that Chunji wasn’t putting any real effort into this. “Who’s even paying attention? Who knows that we’re even in this room, or
that we even used the bathroom?”
“They’ll
know that someone did it,” Chunji said. “It didn’t fall down all by itself.”
“Maybe
it did. Who knows how badly it was installed?”
Sungjong asked. “Besides, maybe the
maknae did it.”
At
that, Chunji stopped fighting him.
Yep. Being a maknae himself, Sungjong knew exactly
how much people loved turning the maknae into a scapegoat.
“The
maknae did it,” Chunji said. He turned around in Sungjong’s
arms with a gleam in his eye.
“It’s
the kind of thing he’d do, right?” Sungjong asked, stroking Chunji’s
chest. “And then lie about.”
Chunji grinned.
They
were still there, making out, when he noticed L.Joe
walking into the room. Clearing his
throat, he wiped at his mouth. “What do
you want?”
“Are
we switching?” Chunji asked.
Sungjong
tightened his arm around Chunji’s waist. Eyeing L.Joe, he
wasn’t so sure about this. L.Joe wasn’t a hyung and didn’t have the kind of body type
he was attracted to. Some good technique
might be able to make up for that, but L.Joe was a
sub, so he had zero expectations there.
So unless L.Joe had a huge cock to compensate
for everything else, he’d rather pass, thanks. “Is C.A.P. hyung available, then?”
L.Joe laughed. “Are
you rejecting me?”
He
smirked. “Not used to it by now?”
Chunji burst into laughter.
“Shit!”
L.Joe shrugged.
“I’ll check on your other members, then.”
“Seriously,”
Chunji said, pulling away from Sungjong. “You love getting screwed,
suddenly you’re turning somebody down?”
He
shrugged. “I don’t do subs.”
Chunji smirked at him.
“Embarrassed that he’ll get you off hard and leave you begging for
more?”
“Whatever,”
L.Joe said. “Don’t worry about it. If he doesn’t want it, he’s not into it. I’ll go see what Dongwoo hyung’s doing.”
Sungjong
wasn’t about to be baited. “Go ahead.”
L.Joe left. Chunji put on his underwear. “Send Changjo in here,” Sungjong said,
crawling onto the bed.
“Get
him yourself.”
Oh,
come on. “Are you upset that I won’t
suck L.Joe’s cock?”
“I
think you’re stupid for turning down good sex.”
Chunji ran his hands through his hair, then started shaking it into place.
He
had plenty of good sex; he wasn’t that worried about missing some magical
experience with some hoobae maknae’s
boot-licker. “We’ll see if Hoya hyung
thinks it’s so great.”
“Chunji.” Sungyeol was in the doorway, looking
breathless and flushed, his long body almost naked, his
underwear barely on. “Don’t make
assumptions, but do you lick ass?”
“I
might,” Chunji said.
Licking his lips, he gave Sungyeol a provocative, assessing look. “You have to lick mine first.”
“Deal. Okay. Maknae, out.” Grabbing Chunji’s
wrist, Sungyeol headed for the bed.
Laughing, Chunji followed.
Sungjong
pouted, but he left. When he closed the
door, they were already kissing, rolling across the bed in a tangle of bare
limbs.
Niel didn’t know where anyone was, so when he got to the
top of the steps, he yelled, “Hyung!” and assumed that somebody would answer.
Someone
leaned out of a doorway.
Oooh, Hoya. “Hi,” Niel said, going right to him. “Not busy, are you?”
“Not,
uh, not really,” Hoya said. His eyes
widened as Niel pushed him back against the doorjamb.
“Great.” Niel slid down onto
his knees.
“Unh-hhh. Unngghh-hhh. Uhhh-nnghh.” Deep, plowing thrusts rocked C.A.P., forcing
low, rhythmic grunts out of him.
Sunggyu’s hands kept pulling on his shoulders, gripping his sides,
holding onto his waist, dragging him back onto that big cock, making sure that
every thrust went the whole way in, not letting him miss an inch. He had one hand braced against the headboard,
but his knees kept skidding forward, Sunggyu’s driving thrusts rocking
him. He let himself slide, because he loved
the push and pull, loved being yanked back against Sunggyu’s hips.
He was so turned on, he
was shaking, the muscles in his thighs quivering. Sunggyu kept kissing his neck, muttering,
“That’s it, take it, that’s right.” The pleasure was intense, white-hot, and it
kept building, amplifying, every thrust sending him
higher. Mixed in with the deep, endless
fucking, there was too much nuzzling, too much intimacy, soft kisses across his
shoulders that made him shiver, rough, biting kisses on his back that made him
want to come. He kept thinking that he
couldn’t take this, it was too hot, it was way too intense, he
couldn’t keep up. And then, in the next
breath, he’d moan, “More, damn it, more.”
Curled
up on the bed, Niel took his time licking Hoya’s
cock. This was so great. He loved giving head, but with most guys, it
didn’t last long enough. They usually
started getting fussy and whiny about wanting to get off, and he couldn’t settle
in and make it last.
Hoya
wasn’t complaining at all. Hoya was too
busy sucking him to worry about anything else, so he could have as much as he
wanted. He could lick everything, and
then suck for a while, and then go back to licking; he could go slowly and
really treasure every hard, sexy inch.
And the whole time he was savoring the cock in his mouth, Hoya was
sucking on him, too, making him feel great, pleasure humming through him.
This
might be the best relationship he’d ever had.
Sungjong
liked that L was in the room, because it kept Changjo tame. If they were alone, who knew what Changjo
might try.
Dongsaengs
could be fun; Sungjong liked having the upper hand. And Changjo had a terrific body, which helped
to put him in the mood. “This is nice,”
he decided, running his hand over Changjo’s muscular pecs. “It’ll be like sex with Sehun.”
Changjo
laughed. L, seated on the windowsill,
hid his smile, running his thumb over his lips.
“Sehun!
I’m better than some Oh Sehun.”
Sungjong
had struck a nerve he hadn’t known was there.
But if it made Changjo competitive, that might make the sex even
better. “Are you?” he asked, sitting on
the bed.
“I’m
so much better,” Changjo said. “Who’s
your favorite, you like Kai hyung? I’m
better than him, too.”
Sungjong
grinned. “According to
you?”
“According to anybody.”
Kicking his underwear off, Changjo stroked himself, showing off his
cock. “Did Oh Sehun ever bring you
anything like this?”
Oooohhh. Just looking at that long,
thick cock made arousal pulse between Sungjong’s
thighs. “So that’s what L hyung
sees in you.”
“That’s
not it,” L said, amused.
“That’s
totally it,” Changjo said, moving toward Sungjong. His hand drifted over his cock, fondling
lightly. “You want to take me for a test
drive, hyung? You want to ride me for a
minute and see how you like it?”
“Yeah.” His voice
came out too breathless, and L snickered.
Embarrassed, he glared at L, and then he got up, tossing his head. “Yeah, get on the bed, let’s try it.”
Catching
him around the waist, Changjo pulled him right against that sexy body and
gorgeous hard-on. “We don’t have to rush
right to it, do we, hyung?” Changjo
kissed his ear, and it all felt so good that he closed his eyes, getting into
it despite himself. “Let’s get to know
each other first.”
L
snorted. “Since when do you like
foreplay?”
Changjo’s
hand stroked slowly over Sungjong’s lower back, high
enough up to be polite but low enough to be suggestive. “I like making my hyungs feel good,” he
whispered, pressing soft, seductive kisses to Sungjong’s
cheek.
Mmm, god, he was full of so much shit, but this all felt
great. “C’mere,”
Sungjong murmured, tugging him to the bed.
“You’re right, let’s get to know each other.”
Looking
for more fun, Chunji peered into the bedrooms, one by
one. Hearing voices, he tried the next
room.
Dongwoo
was on all fours, crawling across the floor, naked and laughing. Ricky was on Dongwoo’s back, smacking his
ass. “Faster! Faster!”
Bursting
into laughter, Chunji didn’t even want to ask whose
idea this had been. “Hyung! What are you doing?”
“He’s
my pony,” Ricky explained, like that should have been obvious. He tugged on Dongwoo’s hair with both
hands. “Giddy-up!”
“Ow, okay, okay.”
Laughing, Dongwoo crawled faster.
Bare,
muscular arms wrapped slowly around Chunji from
behind. “Ya, ya, play nicely,” Woohyun chided, hugging Chunji to his chest.
Looking
over his shoulder, Chunji eyed Woohyun. He had good memories of all of the Infinite
members, and that definitely included Woohyun.
He wondered what Woohyun was into these days.
“Can
he be trusted alone with Dongwoo hyung?” Woohyun asked.
“No,”
Chunji said, smiling.
“Have
fun, hyung!” Woohyun called. Pulling Chunji into the hallway, he closed the door.
Laughing,
Chunji turned around in Woohyun’s arms, deliberately
making the most of it, loving the slide of skin on skin. “How’ve you been?”
Woohyun
grinned, arm tightening around his waist, drawing him close, right up against
Woohyun’s body. “I’ve been great. You ready to have some fun?”
Mmm, he loved the sound of that. “You know me, hyung,” he said, giving Woohyun
his best flirtatious, challenging look.
“I’m always ready.”
Niel felt fantastic.
Blowing Hoya and getting sucked off at the same time had been a sexual
paradise. He didn’t want to follow that
up with some mediocre poking around; he wanted a hot, deep screw.
Lightly,
he tapped at Sunggyu’s door. He didn’t
hear much, a faint grumble. “Hyung?” he
asked innocently, nudging the door open.
Sunggyu
and C.A.P. were passed out on the bed.
They were naked, sprawled out, Sunggyu’s arm draped over C.A.P., wet
towels on the floor. Why were leaders so
lazy all of the time? “You’re missing
MT.” To emphasize his point, he said,
“You’re missing the orgy.”
C.A.P.
grunted, rubbing at his eyes.
“Go
away,” Sunggyu mumbled, smushing his face against his
pillow.
So
that was Sunggyu’s cock. Holy shit. He’d heard
about it, but he’d never seen it for himself.
He was already impressed, and it wasn’t even hard, yet. He stared at it, already anticipating the
things he wanted to do to it and the amazing things it was going to do to
him. He blinked and stared some
more. “How big does that actually
get?” He needed to know. He needed to know right now. “Never mind, I’ll find out for myself,” he
decided, climbing onto the bed.
“Ya,
wait,” C.A.P. said, catching him around the waist.
“What
does this weird kid want?” Sunggyu asked, opening his eyes and drawing back.
“You
gotta wait for consent,” C.A.P. said.
“He’s
awake,” Niel said.
“You consent, right? It’s
okay. I just want to blow you.” They could get to the rest after the blowjob.
“You’re
younger than Sungjong, that’s my limit,” Sunggyu said.
“We’re
only five years apart, right?” Niel asked. “Five years, that’s nothing.”
“Just
let him do it,” C.A.P. said to Sunggyu.
“Right,
you should let me do it,” Niel said.
Sunggyu
looked suspicious.
Niel smiled, trying to look pleasant.
“One
blowjob,” Sunggyu said firmly, holding up a finger. “One. Nothing else, no sex, no kinky stuff. Do the sucking and get out.”
“Right,
one, and then we’ll see,” Niel said.
C.A.P.
got up, groaning a little and stretching.
“I’m going to check on everybody.”
“Check
on Dongwoo,” Sunggyu said. Niel didn’t care enough to listen to the rest of the
conversation. He was too focused on
getting to know Sunggyu’s cock.
Dongwoo
knew that he had to be careful with L.Joe, but he was
glad that there were a lot of things that they could do together. They’d been making out for a while now, and
it was great. L.Joe
kissed well, all sensual and sexy, and whenever he squeezed L.Joe’s
ass just right, L.Joe groaned and rocked against him,
grinding against his cock like that was where the magic was. When he got so turned on that he needed to
move, do something, get somewhere, he put a hand on L.Joe’s
cock, fondling, tugging a little. L.Joe moaned, “Hyung, oh, hyung,” and nibbled on his lower
lip.
“Yeah,”
he breathed, humping L.Joe’s thigh. “Let’s get off, let’s feel good.”
“Can
you, can you,” L.Joe shuddered against him, and he
liked it so much that he rubbed L.Joe’s cock like he
meant it, wanting more. “Can you blow
me?”
Right,
he couldn’t rush the puppy. “Sure.”
He
took his time getting down there, because this was his first time with L.Joe, and he wanted to check everything out first, get to
know the terrain. He liked L.Joe’s skinny, wiry body, and he really liked how much L.Joe moaned and shuddered.
He investigated everything, licking under L.Joe’s
arms and nibbling L.Joe’s ribcage and mouthing L.Joe’s balls.
Cupping L.Joe in both hands, he lifted L.Joe’s hips off of the mattress, his tongue snaking back,
licking his way to L.Joe’s asshole.
“Oh, oh, god, hyung.”
L.Joe squirmed, gasping. He was so immediately responsive to it,
Dongwoo got curious. Wondering how much
he liked it, Dongwoo licked him more seriously, getting more direct. “Unh, ohh-hh,
oooh.” L.Joe’s feet rubbed over the mattress, legs flexing.
Dongwoo
really wanted to keep doing this, because it was fun and sexy and L.Joe was really into it.
“Can I stay here for a while? Do
you want more?”
L.Joe made a “rrwwwmm”
sound that was so horny and distressed, Dongwoo wanted to get him off just to
make him feel better. “Is it okay if you
don’t fuck me, after?”
“Just
rimming and sucking? Sure,” he
said. It was a funny question. “We’ll leave my cock out of it, right? Here, roll over, I want to get my whole face
in your ass.”
“I
like where this is going,” C.A.P. said.
Dongwoo looked up to see him walking in.
“Everything going okay in here?”
“Going
great,” Dongwoo said honestly, rubbing L.Joe’s
cock. “Want to screw me while I get L.Joe off?”
“Yeah,”
C.A.P. said.
Dongwoo
loved guys who were ready to jump in.
“Lube’s over there.” He rolled L.Joe over, and L.Joe immediately
arched, making a breathy sound, ass moving toward his face. Having L.Joe want
it so badly turned up his own enthusiasm, and he dove in, licking that puckered
little hole. C.A.P.’s hands were on him,
spreading his thighs, stroking his cleft, and he relaxed, letting C.A.P.
position him. He loved the
unpredictability of sex, not knowing what might happen next, not knowing where
on his body C.A.P.’s hand might land, not knowing if he’d feel a soft kiss or
an aggressive thrust or what. And he
loved the doubling of action that happened with multiple partners, loved toying
with L.Joe’s ass while C.A.P. toyed with his, loved
copying one partner’s moves on the next guy.
While C.A.P.’s fingers teased him open, he did the same to L.Joe with his tongue.
The way L.Joe squirmed turned him on, and he
wriggled for C.A.P., making his ass a moving target.
C.A.P.
thrust into him, and “Ooohhh,” he remembered
this! A hot thrill raced through him,
and he shimmied, unable to contain his pleasure. “Oh, oh, yeah, nail my ass.” Whoo!
C.A.P. only knew how to
do one thing, but like a true specialist, he knew how to do that one thing
extremely well. He was hitting it hard,
making Dongwoo jump, pleasure striking in jagged bolts, whoo! “I like it, it’s
good, oh, oh!” Sexual ecstasy was wild
in Dongwoo’s veins, energizing, electric.
“Just like that, whoo! That’s the spot, that’s where I need it,
yeah!”
“Damn, hyung,” C.A.P.
said, drilling him. “I missed this.”
“This is going to get
me off so hard,” he realized. He was so high, he couldn’t focus on L.Joe’s
ass like this. “Here, here roll over,”
he said, turning L.Joe.
“Please, please,” L.Joe moaned.
“You’re okay,” C.A.P.
said. “Let Dongwoo hyung blow you, it’ll
feel great.”
“Yeah, yeah,” L.Joe panted, rubbing his hard-on. “Yeah, blow me.”
Dongwoo took him in
hand and licked the head of his cock. He
shuddered, whimpering. He had a nice
cock, good-looking, an everyday-sized cock, not one of those special occasion cocks
like Sunggyu had. So
sexy. Stroking behind his balls,
Dongwoo started sucking. C.A.P.’s rhythm
was so powerful, Dongwoo fell in with it, head bobbing at the same pace, and it
was perfect, it was like music, the three of them moaning together, voices
rising and falling in unison, up and down, up and down, accompanied by the slap
of skin.
C.A.P. had Dongwoo’s
body lit up, fired up, worked up. L.Joe was worked up, too, scratching at the bed and moaning
like he really needed to come. He
couldn’t hold still, but neither could Dongwoo, so the two of them writhed
around, wiggling and bucking, bodies begging for it. The first time L.Joe
got off, he groaned in a rough, stuttering way and said, “Please, please.” Dongwoo sucked harder, wanting to make him
come again, excited that it would happen so soon, eager for it. Dongwoo was still rubbing behind his balls,
and when his hips jerked, Dongwoo’s finger slipped and lodged right against his
asshole, and he cried out, getting off just like that, shooting his second load
right in Dongwoo’s mouth. Moaning, “Yes,
please, please,” he lifted his knee, still dribbling cum, writhing. He was such a needy puppy, Dongwoo wanted to
give it to him.
“Okay,” C.A.P. said,
his hand sliding over Dongwoo’s shoulder.
“L.Joe, go take a walk, get
some water.”
Still moaning,
breathing too hard, L.Joe rolled away. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment,
and then he shuddered and got up.
“You’re okay?” Dongwoo
asked.
“He’s fine,” C.A.P.
said.
“I,
god.” L.Joe pulled his underwear on, then watched them for a
second, running his hand through his hair.
He looked dazed; he laughed. “Um,
thanks, hyung.” Pawing through his hair,
he left the room.
C.A.P. squeezed
Dongwoo’s ass. “Hyung, can you roll
over? I want to watch you come.”
Ooohh. It was a great idea. “Yeah, I want to watch you fuck me.” Rolling over, he flopped onto his back,
lifting his knees. He grinned, watching
C.A.P. move in on him. Sexy. Fondling
himself, he shimmied, his breath catching when C.A.P. thrust into him again. “Oooh,
aggressive!” He loved it. “Fuck me hard, give
it to me like you give it to Chunji.”
Grinning at him, C.A.P.
leaned close, arms bracketing him. “You sure about that?”
“Oooohh,
did I ask for a lot?” he wondered, thrilled.
Now he wanted it even more. “I’m
sure, I want it.”
“Okay, hyung.” C.A.P. pushed his knees to his shoulders,
shifting closer. Almost bent double, he
laughed, feeling giddy, excited by this new position, by the promising gleam in
C.A.P.’s eye. “I hope you like being
fucked hard. I put in a lot of work to
make Chunji happy.”
Standing
beside the bed, in his underwear, Changjo grinned. Sucking his cheeks in, he watched Woohyun
circle him. He wondered what Woohyun was
looking for. If it was flaws, there
weren’t any to find.
L
was behind him, draped over him. The
fact that L felt protective only made things more interesting. Only made him more excited
about this challenge. What,
exactly, did L want to protect him from?
Woohyun didn’t do any kinky things with anyone in EXO, and hadn’t tried
it with C.A.P. or Chunji, before, so what was L being
careful about?
In
front of him again, Woohyun hooked a finger in the waistband of his
underwear. Pulling it out, Woohyun
peered down at his junk, smiled a little, and let go. Not remotely intimidated, Changjo
grinned. Woohyun tickled under his chin,
smiling at him. “Think you’re cute,
don’t you?”
“He’s
very cute,” L said, patting Changjo’s chest.
“I’m
very hot,” Changjo said.
“Where’ve
you been so far?” Woohyun asked.
“Hoya
hyung and Sungjong,” L said.
Woohyun
chuckled, squeezing Changjo’s shoulder.
“Then it’s time for you to try a different experience.”
“Every
bottom is different,” Changjo said, sliding his hand over Woohyun’s waist. “I’ll bet that I could make you love it,
too.”
“What’s
he good at?” Woohyun asked L.
“Everything,”
Changjo said.
“He’s
not shy,” L said. “He’s
uninhibited. It’s fun.”
Smiling
at him, Woohyun studied his face, looking him over. He really wanted to know what Woohyun was
thinking. Woohyun kissed him, but it was
over as soon as it started, making him want more of
it. Woohyun gave his mouth a thoughtful
look, then kissed him again. Another light, too-brief kiss, like a tease,
and then Woohyun’s thumb rubbed over his lower lip. “Try giving me head.”
“Try?”
he repeated, grinning. “Then what, do I
win a prize if I can do it?”
Woohyun
kissed him again, looking smug. Lightly,
Woohyun’s fingertip trailed down his nose.
“I could have my cock buried inside L right now. The prize is getting to suck my cock at all.”
Changjo
smirked. Woohyun wanted him, and
definitely wanted his mouth. If Woohyun
weren’t interested, they wouldn’t even be having this conversation. Woohyun either would’ve ignored him or banged
him fast and moved on. He was worth
playing with, and that meant that he was in.
“I’ll enjoy my prize, then.”
He
went down on his knees. Woohyun still
had black boxer-briefs on, so he started there, mouthing the cotton. He took his time, not rushing it, not showing
off. He wasn’t going to act like he had
something to prove.
“You
haven’t gotten off yet?” Woohyun asked.
“Mmm. No.”
Their voices were soft. “Later,
I’ll take care of it later.” L was
stroking Changjo’s hair, petting him. He
was so used to it, and liked it so much, that it relaxed him; he felt his
muscles loosen as he nuzzled Woohyun’s junk.
“God, he looks so… So good like this.”
He could hear the wonder and sincerity in L’s voice, and he basked in
the praise, his back arching.
“He
knows it, too,” Woohyun said, fondling Changjo’s ear.
Dragging
the flat of his tongue over Woohyun’s balls, Changjo realized that they’d
stopped talking. He heard soft kissing
sounds and looked up. Surrounded, he had
to tilt his head back to see anything.
They were kissing right overhead, Woohyun pulling L closer.
Still
kissing, L reached down without looking.
L’s fingers skimmed down Woohyun’s six-pack, landing on his
underwear. Deftly, L pushed down his
underwear, then cupped his hard-on. L’s other hand was on the back of Changjo’s
head, nudging forward.
Shit, okay. Super turned on that L was deliberately
feeding him some other guy’s cock, Changjo licked L’s
fingers, then sucked Woohyun’s cock into his mouth. He wrapped his hand around the base and got
to work while L caressed his jaw and stroked his cheeks. With the other guys, L had stood back and watched,
and having L participate this time made everything hotter, made it so much
sexier. Knowing that L could feel the
motions and flexing as he moved his jaw, he sucked enthusiastically, making
sure that L felt the way his cheeks hollowed, rubbing the head of Woohyun’s
cock inside his cheek so L could trace the bulge. He was so into it, he didn’t care about
impressing or not impressing Woohyun at all; he was just having a blast,
enjoying this hot cock, playing with L, trying to turn L on.
“Mmm-uhmm.” Woohyun’s hand was on him, too, stroking his
nape, and he groaned, sucking harder.
“How is it?” Woohyun’s voice was
quiet, private, just for L. “Should I
come like this?”
“Mmm.” They were still kissing, and Changjo kept
going, slurping all over Woohyun’s erection, totally ready to get Woohyun off
if that was what L wanted, willing to do whatever made L hot. “Mmm,
no. No, do him first. It’ll feel good if he gets off while you’re
inside him.”
“Okay.” Cupping his jaw, Woohyun slid out of
him. Licking his lips, he looked up, and
he stayed on his knees for a moment, partly because it was true that he looked
good down there and he wanted Woohyun to remember it, partly because he didn’t
want to jump up like he was embarrassed to be down there, like he had something
to prove. But, mostly, he stayed because
L was still petting him, and he really liked it. “Come on,” Woohyun said, grinning. “On the bed, let’s see what we’re working
with.”
He got up and headed
for the bed, giving L’s hand a tug to get L to come with him. He stripped out of his underwear and climbed
right on, rolling onto his back and tucking his hand behind his head. He was barely there before they were crawling
on top of him. A thrill of anticipation
raced through him, and he grinned, loving this, both of them descending on him
at once. Woohyun reached for the lube,
and L patted his side, giving him a coaxing smile. “Roll over, on your stomach.”
He did, and he wiggled
around, shaking his ass under the guise of getting comfortable. L swatted his butt, chuckling. “Ow!” he exclaimed,
pretending to be shocked. Casting L a
coy look over his shoulder, he wiggled some more. “So rough with me tonight.”
“Shut up and hold
still,” L said.
Sighing, he cupped his
chin in his hands. Waiting, he flexed
and pointed his toes.
They were thumbing him
open. Curious, he peeked over his
shoulder again. They were both touching him, four hands on him, holding him open and
touching his asshole. Feeling pressure
against his pucker, he squirmed, but they weren’t trying to get in yet, just
feeling him up. “He’s pretty tight,” L
said.
“Mmm,
yeah,” Woohyun murmured, stroking him.
He wasn’t used to being inspected and talked over. He felt kind of like a piece of meat, and
kind of like a personal toy that L was entrusting to a close hyung, and all of
that turned him on. He was so going to
replay this memory later when he jacked off.
“He’s tender, too,” L
said. “More like Sunggyu hyung than like
you. I have to be careful with him.”
A
light slapping sound.
“Don’t say things like that in front of him,” Woohyun scolded,
chuckling. A hand ran over his ass, and
then he felt a couple of squeezes. He
arched his back, encouraging it, and Woohyun said, “He’d look fantastic in
bondage.”
“No,” L said
firmly. Then, chuckling, he repeated,
“No,” insistently, like Woohyun had tried to argue with him. “Just fuck him, come on.”
A slick finger prodded
him, and he closed his eyes. It
penetrated him shallowly, nudging him open, and he exhaled, spreading his
thighs.
“Oh, that’s nice,”
Woohyun murmured, fingering him. He
didn’t have to look to know that it was Woohyun; he knew L’s technique by
now. “Ahh,
it’s cute, look at how tense he is. It’s
okay, little Changjo, hyung will take it nice and slow.”
He didn’t want it
slow. He wanted Woohyun to get in there
and make him feel it. Squirming, he
wrinkled his nose, trying to rock back and force
Woohyun deeper.
Woohyun
chuckled. “Are you getting impatient?”
“He
always has to rush it,” L said. “Ya, stop it, Woohyun hyung knows what he’s doing.” He leaned across Changjo’s back, on his side
across Changjo’s waist. With his weight
pinning Changjo down, and Woohyun penetrating, Changjo didn’t have many options
left, but still kept wriggling anyway, restless and horny, wanting them to get
on with it.
“Such a sexy honey
pink,” Woohyun murmured, fingering him gently.
“I love this shade.”
“God, I’m getting so
hard,” L confessed. “I don’t know if I
can watch like this without wanting him for myself.”
“Take him when I’m
finished. Ooohh,
you’re right, he is tender,” Woohyun said.
He kept rubbing in and out, teasing Changjo’s hole,
lighting up all of Changjo’s nerves with the promise of pleasure to come. “Oh, that’s nice. I’m going to have to pamper this one.”
“Stop flirting with it
and just fuck it,” Changjo mumbled, rubbing his toes over the bed. He wasn’t used to being fingered so slowly,
so gently, and it was really turning him on.
The more Woohyun toyed with him, the more he wanted to be fucked. Groaning, he writhed. Woohyun was getting into a rhythm, and every
time Woohyun slid in, his pleasure hit a new peak.
“Don’t worry,
Changjo-ah, I’ll fuck you well,” Woohyun said.
“You won’t have any complaints.”
Woohyun drizzled on more lube, and he could feel it dripping down.
“God, he’s so juicy,” L
said. He sounded so horny and
fascinated, Changjo moaned, turned on just listening to him. “Hurry up, I can’t
wait to get in there.”
“Who’s rushing now?”
Woohyun teased. “Ah, there we go.” He was adding more fingers now, making a
snugger fit, and Changjo grunted, feeling full, turned on by the stretch. “That looks nice. I like this side of you, Changjo-ah.”
“Thanks.” Reaching back without looking, he grabbed a
handful of fabric, L’s shirt.
Immediately, L rolled over, chest against his back, and rubbed his
shoulder. Impatient, he pulled again,
pulling L down beside him and then dragging L closer, angling over, until L was
half under him. As soon as he had L
pinned down and close enough to kiss, he went for it, pressing their mouths
together. All of his lust, his need,
went right into L in one kiss after another.
Relaxed under him, L kissed him right back, fingers sliding into his
hair. He fed hungrily off of L’s kisses,
his tongue delving deep, and L just moaned and gave him everything, let him
take whatever he wanted, making humming, happy, sexy sounds right into his
mouth.
When he felt Woohyun’s
cockhead nudging against him, he groaned, wanting it to get inside
already. Then it was in, lodging inside
of him. “Damn, I love you so much,” L
breathed, kissing him like kissing had never felt so good. If he’d wanted to tense up, he couldn’t, not
when L was caressing his neck and making out with him. Woohyun filled him up slowly but surely,
solid hardness plugging him up. Relishing
it, he groaned noisily, pulling L’s shirt up.
“How is it, you like
it?” L asked, mouthing his chin and licking at his skin.
“Ahhh,
mmm, I could get used to this,” Woohyun said, thrusting again, making pleasure
spike. He shuddered, kissing L hard,
balling L’s shirt in his fist. “Yeah.” Woohyun’s
hand trailed down his back, a light touch crisscrossing his spine. “This is some quality ass, Changjo-ah. You’ve done well.”
“Your cock’s not bad,
either,” he said, trying to keep his voice stable. Woohyun’s thrusts were steady but punctuated,
slow but with a light burst of force right at the end, like he was being fucked
gently but each thrust came with an extra punch. It felt fantastic, but it messed with his
head a little bit, made him feel put in his place, made it hard to catch his
breath. He was used to being fucked
hard, but usually the whole thing was aggressive, and this tender fucking was a
contradiction.
L gazed right into his
eyes in the deep, soulful way that only L could, wondering about him and
examining him from the inside out. “How
is it? You like it?”
“I’m gonna come really hard,” he admitted. “It feels like he’s using me, I love it.”
Smiling at him, L
kissed him again, thumb rubbing over his chin.
He loved the fondness in L’s eyes; it felt good, felt kind of
incredible, knowing how much L loved him.
Woohyun’s gentle-forceful thrusts were getting to him, pleasure piling
on top of pleasure, and he moaned, kissing L more demandingly, his need to come
more and more urgent. He got a hand on
himself, but L slapped it away and took over.
It was like his whole body sent up celebratory flares, thrilled by L’s
touch, something so familiar and sexy in this intense, erotic experience. With Woohyun fucking him and L jacking him,
it wasn’t long before he came, groaning and jetting hard in L’s hand. Panting against L’s mouth, he felt joyful and
gratified and used, felt happy and well-loved and kind of dirty. It was amazing, and when L kissed him again,
tongue slipping between his lips, he moaned and sucked on L’s tongue. This was the best kind of sex, seriously.
“Mmm.” L nuzzled him, sounding lazy and
pleased. L’s hand rubbed over his abs,
messy, spreading cum on his skin. “Come
on his back, I want to see it while I’m in him.”
The
best kind of sex.
Sungyeol
blamed Sunggyu for this. If Sunggyu
hadn’t messed around with that plug and left him wanting it in the bathroom, he
wouldn’t have this needy, itchy, gotta-get-fucked
feeling. He felt super horny, demanding
and insatiable, hot for every cock in sight.
When
C.A.P. walked in the room, he moaned.
This was the answer to his problems; this was what he needed. He’d been moaning anyway, though; he was bent
over the foot of the bed, and Ricky’s jackhammer thrusts were shaking him, quick
and fierce in a way that had him crying out.
“Hey,
hyung,” C.A.P. said, strolling in like this was an appropriate time for casual
conversation.
“H-h-hey.” Moaning,
he wanted to come, wanted to move, wanted, wanted, god, wanted something, he
had this need burning inside of him that he couldn’t put out.
Meandering
closer, C.A.P. nudged Ricky. “Tag me
in.”
“Got it.” Ricky sped
up, and the sudden ecstatic blitz was too much for him. Overwhelmed, crying out in broken, hitching
gasps, he came, orgasm overtaking him in a sudden explosion. Shocked by the force of it, he felt weak, his
knees trying to give out, only Ricky’s grip and Ricky’s thrusting cock keeping
him in place. “Ah, ah, ahhh, that’s it, that’s it,” Ricky panted, pulling out and
coming on his ass. The hot spray of cum
made him shiver. “Ooh, that’s
good.” Ricky sighed, and it was such a
blissful sound that he felt better just listening to it, felt awash in shared
pleasure. “Thanks, hyung.” Ricky patted his back.
“Yeah, no problem.” He
crawled forward, dragging himself up the bed.
“Don’t
go far.” C.A.P.’s voice was deep, and
the hands catching him around the waist were confident. He was too used to authoritative guys taking
charge of him in moments like this; he wanted to remind C.A.P. not to take him
lightly, but already his body was moving into position, his knees braced apart,
his back arching.
C.A.P.’s cock slid over
his ass, rubbing through Ricky’s cum, and he moaned, loving the tease, hating
the tease. He was still in the same bed
where he’d been with Chunji, and he hadn’t been
finished with Chunji when Ricky had joined in, and it
humiliated him to imagine what he looked like back there, dripping with lube
and cum. “Don’t misunderstand.”
“Don’t
worry, hyung.”
C.A.P. slid into him slowly, and he groaned, fuck, fuck, too big, too
much, oh god, oh god, oh! “I understand
perfectly.”
Lounging
in bed, Sungjong motioned Ricky closer.
“C’mere.”
Obediently,
Ricky climbed onto the bed.
Well,
he liked the way Ricky looked. What
about the cock, though? “Get hard, I
want to see it.”
Ricky
started masturbating. He wasn’t shy
about it, he didn’t make a big show of it, he just did
it. It was nice to have someone who
listened so well; if he took direction well, Sungjong might be able to make
good things happen.
He
played Chanyeol’s kinky little oppa
games, didn’t he? Sungjong wondered what
else he was into. “Do you want to call
me oppa?”
“No,”
Ricky said, still jerking it.
Sungjong
grinned. “Will you call me oppa if I ask you to?”
“No.”
Hmm. Intrigued,
Sungjong stroked Ricky’s thigh. Nice
cock. This could definitely go
well. “What if it’s a dealbreaker?”
Ricky
looked away, rolled his eyes, and then smiled at Sungjong. Cutely, he asked, “What else do you like, oppa?”
Sungjong
laughed. Okay, not bad, this could be
fun. “Never mind, call me hyung, it’s okay. Go down on
me for a while. Suck on my balls and act
like you like it.”
Crawling
in between his legs, Ricky blinked at him.
“Of course I like it, hyung, you’re too sexy
and delicious.”
Oh,
this was going to be a lot of fun.
“Hyung? You’re awake,
right?”
Grumbling,
Sunggyu didn’t know why these annoying kids couldn’t leave him alone. Opening his eyes, he scowled. “What?”
Chunji smiled at him, looking as pretty as an angel. That might have fooled him if he hadn’t known
that Chunji was as much trouble as a devil. “How’ve you been?”
“I
already had sex, I don’t need you.”
Chunji’s hand ran over his bare thigh. “But what if I need you?”
Aw,
shit. The size of his cock was really
convenient sometimes and really annoying sometimes. Apparently it attracted Teen Top members like
a beacon. “Don’t you have other guys to
play with? Go bother my members.”
“You
don’t want it?” Chunji
flopped down beside him, eyes full of sparkling lights and good humor. “Don’t you have good memories?”
He
had great memories. Chunji
had always been good, easy sex. Chunji had also always been trouble.
He
drew a line down Chunji’s cheek. He didn’t want to start anything
complicated. But he wouldn’t mind a
quick, good time. “Want to sit on my
cock and wiggle around? I could use something
pretty to look at.”
Chunji grinned, already climbing on top of him. “Handsome.”
“Pretty,”
he corrected, reaching for the lube.
L.Joe liked sex with Hoya.
It was really straightforward.
All he had to do was get in there and thrust as vigorously as he
could. He worked up a good sweat, and he
had a deep, satisfying orgasm. “We gotta do this again sometime,” he decided, pulling his
underwear back on.
Hoya
shrugged, stretching. “Let me know if
you’re in the neighborhood.”
“So
sexy, I could eat you,” Dongwoo said.
“Try
it,” Changjo said.
They
kept wrestling, rolling over the bed one way, then another way. He’d be on top for a while, and then Changjo
would push him over. It was like a
struggle for dominance, and it turned him on, so he kept pushing back, getting
on top, pinning Changjo down. They were
both aroused, and he kept rubbing himself against Changjo’s body, sliding all
over Changjo’s muscular physique, grinding against that big cock.
“Try
it” sounded so much like a challenge that he went for it. He nipped at Changjo’s biceps, nibbled at
Changjo’s pecs, bit Changjo’s neck.
Changjo’s body was a sexy playground, and he wanted to try all of the
toys, get on all of the rides.
Hand
closing around his throat, Changjo held him down. Grinning, he wrapped his legs around
Changjo’s waist, pushing his fingers into Changjo’s mouth. Changjo’s hand tightened on his neck, like a
threat, and he squirmed, testing the hold.
He didn’t mind it for a second; it only turned him on, made him want to
play this new game, made him want to see how far Changjo might take it. He ran his wet fingers over Changjo’s lips
and then rubbed Changjo’s nipple, tweaking it.
“Ya, let him up,” L said patiently.
“He
likes it,” Changjo said. He was staring
down at Dongwoo with a tiny smile. He
looked like he wanted to figure Dongwoo out; Dongwoo could almost see his
mental calculations, could almost see little gears turning and whirring behind
his eyes.
“He
likes a lot of things,” L said. “Let him
up.”
“Should
I let you up?” Changjo asked, like it was a mystery. “What do you want me to do to you, hyung?”
Toying
with his own cock, Dongwoo arched, using his legs around Changjo’s waist for
leverage, humping the air a few times.
“I want you to sit on my face and smother me with your fat balls.”
Changjo
stared down at him, then burst into shocked, delighted
laughter, hand lifting from his throat.
“Shit, okay. Which way should I
face?”
“Turn
around,” he decided. “Then it’s easy to
get to your ass for some good licking.
And then it’s easy for you to shove your cock in any time you want.” Plus they could sixty-nine! Turned on, already invigorated and eager for
the fun ahead, he unwound his legs from Changjo’s waist. “Up here,” he said, tapping his own nose. “Move around a lot, I want a whole face full
of hairy balls.”
“Damn,
you’re really like this,” Changjo said, straddling him in the other direction
now. “I thought everybody was
exaggerating.”
As
Changjo’s ass descended, he lifted his chin, nuzzling it. So firm and sexy, he had to take a bite. He nipped at it, growling, and Changjo
laughed. “Really like what?”
C.A.P.
figured that Sungjong and Hoya would be some familiar, easy sex. He’d rather get Woohyun out of the way first,
and then finish up with a couple of good, deep fucks.
He
found Woohyun in the upstairs hallway.
“How’s everything going?”
Woohyun
grinned at him. “I didn’t know that I
liked Teen Top this much. We should hang
out more often.”
He
chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
“Yeah,
I’ll bet you wouldn’t.” Woohyun pushed
him back against the wall and kissed him, hard.
He remembered this, and now that he’d been with Sunggyu, he was prepared
for it, his old habits kicking back in.
He moaned, deliberately relaxing against the wall, submitting to
it. “It’s been a while,” Woohyun
breathed, kissing him again.
Too long? Not long
enough? He couldn’t tell. He wasn’t used to this anymore, but then
again, he’d never really gotten used to it.
Woohyun’s nails dug into his skin, scraping down his side, and he
groaned, the pain making him tense up.
Woohyun was kissing him so forcefully, his cock was hard as a rock, and
when Woohyun pushed his arm up, pinning his wrist overhead, he went with it,
relaxed into it, hoped that none of his members would walk by.
Woohyun
chuckled, grinning, nose rubbing against his.
“You ready to take it? You ready
to bend over while I fuck you raw? Or
are you going to run away like a coward again this time, too?”
He
looked right into Woohyun’s eyes, baring his teeth in what might pass for a smile. He was about to be fucked so hard his head
would spin, and he was looking forward to it.
“Ready. I’m ready for it. If you are.”
Niel frowned. He
didn’t get it. “I don’t want to fuck you, I want to suck your cock.”
Sungjong
reached into Niel’s lap, fondling his cock. It turned him on, and he looked down,
watching. Sungjong had long nails,
pretty and sharp. He wasn’t used to seeing
that so near his naked cock, and it made him a little nervous, to be
honest. “Do you do anything with this?”
“I
come with it.” Was it supposed to do
tricks? “I pee with it. Do you not know things like that? What do you do with yours, play the drums?”
Sungjong
rolled his eyes. “Don’t you ever screw
anybody? Put it in anybody?”
“Sometimes
guys blow me.” L.Joe, mostly, or the maknaes.
“It’s
really hot, though. Look at how big it
is.”
Sungjong’s tone was so admiring, he gave it a second
look. Yeah, it wasn’t small, but so
what? “If you like it, you want to suck
it?”
“No,
I want you to screw me with it.”
“You
could screw me,” he suggested. “Oh, we
could sixty-nine. Don’t you want to?”
Sungjong
dropped his cock and got off of the bed.
“You’re annoying.”
Surprised,
Niel stared at him.
“You’re rude.”
“I
don’t understand how some of your members are so great, and some are a complete
waste of my time,” Sungjong muttered.
“You’re
wasting my time! I could have a cock in
my ass right now!”
Sungjong
crossed his arms over his chest. “If you
like using your mouth so much, do you know how to rim?”
“That’s
ass stuff,” Niel explained impatiently. “I don’t do ass stuff, I do cock stuff. I like cocks.
Cocks. Penises, hyung, I’m here for your penis.”
“Broaden
your horizons!”
“Broaden
yours and put your cock in me!”
“Oh,
god damn it, fine!” Sungjong snapped. “This is why I don’t mess with dongsaengs, you’re all so fucking whiny.” Crawling onto the bed, he shoved at Niel. Surprised, Niel collapsed against the pillows. “Don’t expect a lot of foreplay,
I don’t like you enough for that. Put
your knees up, where’s the lube?”
Ricky
moaned, slumping back on the couch. “Oh,
wow, hyung.” Hoya’s head bobbed over his
erection, and he patted clumsily at Hoya’s shoulder, eyes closing. “Wow, okay, okay, let’s just do this for a
while.”
Changjo
nailed Sungyeol all over the room. On the bed, on the chair, against the wall. Face to face, from behind, on their sides,
twisted around, he hit it from every angle.
Sungyeol kept squirming around, talking about needing to move, needing
to switch positions. He was happy to
keep moving, because it was fun to try it in so many ways, and he liked seeing
Sungyeol spread out and bunched up and bent over; it was all hot. But he was pretty sure that Sungyeol’s
discomfort was psychological, not physical, because no matter which position
they were in, it was the same: Sungyeol begged him for it, horny and desperate,
making him feel like some kind of champion king, and also tried to pretend that
none of this was actually happening and it was all some weird anomaly. It was hilarious and super
hot, and he deliberately took his time with it, to slow things down and
keep Sungyeol begging, so it would last as long as possible.
“You
want it?” Dongwoo asked. Grinning, he
backed up, waggling his cock in Niel’s face. When Niel lunged
for him, he tapped at Niel with his cock, patting it
against Niel’s cheeks and smacking Niel’s nose.
Grabbing
his hips, Niel said, “Hold still!”
“Want
it? Gotta get
it,” Dongwoo teased, dancing out of his grip.
“Hyung!” Niel grabbed his thigh.
Suddenly off-balance,
he whooped, clutching at the end table.
They went down, all three of them, him and Niel
and the table. Landing on his ass, he
laughed. “Whoo! Everybody okay?” Ow.
“Anything
broken?” Niel asked,
sitting up.
“I don’t think
so.” Not on him, anyway, and not the
table, either.
“Good.” Niel shoved his
thighs apart. “Now don’t go anywhere, I
have business to handle, and I’m tired of everybody playing shy. I came here to get a lot of cock, and you’d
all better start giving me some.”
“Have I seemed shy?” he
wondered, stroking Niel’s hair as Niel
started kissing the base of his cock.
He’d never been accused of that before.
“Oh, you get hard
fast,” Niel said.
He kicked the table out of his way, and then he rolled onto his back,
pulling Dongwoo along for the ride. “Rub
it in my face again, that was fun.”
L.Joe was in the kitchen, puttering around, when Woohyun
walked in. Feeling shy, he said,
“Hi.” It was great to see Woohyun, but
he wasn’t sure about being in the same room with this hyung. He felt really horny, really needy. Sungyeol had been hot, and he couldn’t get
that plug out of his mind. And maybe it
had been a mistake to see Dongwoo second; he’d gotten worked up in a way it was
hard to calm down from. Dongwoo’s sexual
energy was a hell of a lot to handle.
“You doing all right?”
Woohyun drifted towards him slowly, like nothing was going on, but he
could feel Woohyun’s sexual authority rolling towards him like a wave. He didn’t feel cornered, not in a bad way,
but he was really aware that Woohyun was between him and the door.
“I’m
okay. It’s been, um, fun.” Slipping out of his chair at the table, he
stood up. Woohyun kept coming towards him,
and he felt like a predator was prowling, stalking him. Licking his lips, he gripped the back of the
chair, easing behind it, putting it between himself and Woohyun.
Woohyun
smiled and moved back a step. “Want me
to go? We don’t have to do anything. We don’t even have to talk, if you’re not in
the mood.”
“No,
it’s okay.” He didn’t want to be on his
knees for Woohyun, not the way he was for his owner, but he got the feeling
that he’d end up there anyway, if Woohyun wanted it. He knew that he was easy, like, super easy,
and it was something he just had to live with, but it left him feeling really
vulnerable, like the only thing that kept him from being at the sexual mercy of
anyone who wanted to mess with him was the simple fact that they hadn’t tried
it yet. He was stronger than that, he
was, but sometimes he didn’t feel strong at all. The times he felt strongest, these days, were
after he’d seen his owner, when he’d had the real thing, and everyone else
seemed frivolous by comparison.
Woohyun
wasn’t frivolous.
“I
promised to give you a blowjob,” Woohyun said.
“But you can say no.”
He
nibbled on his lower lip. He could be
honest with Woohyun, right? He could
trust this hyung. He and Sehun had both
confided in Woohyun, and he felt like he could tell Woohyun the truth and not
be taken advantage of. “I really need to
be fucked.”
Woohyun
nodded. His smile was
understanding. “I can see
that. Let me blow you, and then I’ll
make sure that you’re taken care of.”
The
idea of a dom blowing him
made pleasure race straight to his groin and set up a deep, excited
throbbing. God, he was so turned on, he
had to hold onto the chair with both hands to keep from humping it. And he had no idea how Woohyun planned to
take care of the other thing, but he was willing to put his fate in Woohyun’s
hands. “Okay.”
Woohyun
took a step towards him, only one, and held out a hand.
He’d
never been with a dom who
wasn’t Sehun. But Woohyun wasn’t going
to dominate him. It would just be regular
sex. Just a blowjob.
Woohyun’s
smile was so warm and direct, he felt drawn to Woohyun, felt it like a physical
pull. Pushing the chair out of his way,
he walked over and took Woohyun’s hand.
Woohyun rewarded him with another smile - - it felt like a reward - -
and led him out of the kitchen.
He
licked his teeth and thought about almonds and followed Woohyun to the bedroom.
There
was responsive, and then there was L.Joe.
There
was submissive and needy, and then there was L.Joe.
Everything
he did pushed Woohyun’s buttons. His deep, uncontrollable shuddering. His desperate writhing. His breathless begging. His humming, ecstatic
moans. He was an erotic treasure,
his sexuality all right there on the surface, need crackling like a live wire.
He
moaned, “Hyung,” like he trusted Woohyun to have all of the answers, like he
was submitting completely to Woohyun’s authority. He chanted, “Please,” like it hurt to say it
but he needed to. He sounded, all at once, so ecstatic and so
broken that it took the full force of Woohyun’s self-control not to take
over. He needed to be ruled, and Woohyun
knew exactly how to do it.
Kneeling
between L.Joe’s legs where he sat on the couch,
Woohyun got him off quickly for the first cum shot, then
slowed down. There was a fine line
between drawing out his pleasure and straight-out toying with him, but Woohyun
knew how to walk that line. Nursing his
cock, Woohyun let the pleasure simmer, let it soak in. He clutched at the couch like it was the only
thing keeping him tethered to the planet.
When Woohyun pried his grip loose, he still wouldn’t put his hands on
Woohyun until Woohyun placed them there deliberately. His hands fluttered here and there, timid,
and then settled lightly on Woohyun’s shoulders, not sure of their
welcome. Woohyun made an encouraging
sound and sucked harder, and he became more confident, caressing Woohyun’s jaw,
running his thumbs over Woohyun’s cheeks.
He
came a second time, quick spurts in Woohyun’s mouth. Woohyun swallowed everything, turned on by
his grateful moaning. “Thank you, oh,
thank you.” When Woohyun’s head lifted,
he got antsy, immediately squirming.
Woohyun put a hand on his thigh, and he fell still; he knew to stay
wherever the authority figure wanted him.
Panting shallowly, he tracked Woohyun’s every move with wide, attentive
eyes, watchful, waiting for his cues.
Leaving that hand on his thigh to remind him to stay calm and stay
in place, Woohyun spoke to him in a completely comfortable tone designed to
reassure him that everything was normal.
“Do you need to contact anyone?”
It might help him to call Sehun, or even to text, to get in touch with
his dom.
He
shook his head. “No,
hyung.” His gaze flickered; he
mouthed the word “hyung” to himself like something was off about it. Woohyun waited, giving him a minute; a smile
flitted across his face, and he visibly relaxed.
“This
was good.” Woohyun smiled at him. “I liked this. Maybe we can do it again, sometime.”
Lightly,
carefully, L.Joe’s hand settled on top of his. He held still, letting it happen, letting L.Joe test boundaries.
When he didn’t react, only remained peaceful and in control, L.Joe smiled at him and relaxed further. “Thank you for, um.” L.Joe’s laughter
was happy. “Thank you, just thank you, I
guess.”
He
rubbed his thumb over L.Joe’s skin, smiling. “Thank you.”
He
gave it a moment, giving L.Joe time, and then L.Joe gave him a hesitant look. He waited; L.Joe’s
tongue flicked out, nervous. “Um, can I,
are you going to, or - - I need it.”
He
nodded, getting up, moving slowly, L.Joe still
tracking every gesture. “I can’t do it
myself.” It wasn’t the best situation to
put the two of them in. “But I can’t
stand to leave somebody unfulfilled.”
L.Joe balked at the door.
Woohyun
laughed at him and knocked.
“I
can’t, I’m not.” He’d heard things about
Sunggyu. He was not in the right mental
place to deal with this. “Maybe Sungyeol hyung.”
Woohyun’s
smile was teasing. “You don’t trust
me?” He knocked again. “Hyung! Are you sleeping right through an orgy
again?”
“Go
away,” Sunggyu mumbled.
“I’m
coming in,” Woohyun said, opening the door.
“And I’m bringing a present.”
Rolling
over, Sunggyu sat up. He’d really been
asleep; his hair was messed up and his eyes were barely open. Seeing L.Joe, he
scowled, which didn’t make L.Joe feel more welcome
here. “That’s not a present, that’s a
dongsaeng.”
“He’s
a fun present,” Woohyun said, nudging L.Joe towards
the bed. “I need you to play with him
for a little bit.”
Sunggyu
yawned, then pawed at his hair. “I already played with the other ones. What does he need? Why can’t you do it?”
“You
know why. Just finger him until he’s had
enough.” Woohyun physically pushed L.Joe onto the bed, then kissed
Sunggyu. “Be gentle with him, he’s a
very good puppy.”
Good? Woohyun thought that he was good? Oh, he liked that way too much; he was
definitely in the wrong head space for this.
When Woohyun left, he licked his lips.
“I don’t think, uh. I’ll go.”
“It’s
okay,” Sunggyu said. It surprised him;
he’d kind of expected Sunggyu to be relieved to get rid of him. “You need it, right? I can’t let you walk around unsatisfied, it’s
an orgy, would that make any sense?” Sunggyu shoved a pillow over and patted the
mattress. “Lay
down, get comfortable, I’ll be nice to you.”
When
Sunggyu moved, the sheet slid away, exposing everything. He could see Sunggyu’s bare thighs, and black
pubes, and plump balls. He could see
Sunggyu’s cock, like a fat, sleeping snake.
He could see it, and he couldn’t look away from it. Everything in him was lighting up, warning
him to back away while he still could, urging him to hop on that cock and find
ecstasy. It was temptation and danger
and fantasy all in one, right there, close enough to touch.
“Ignore
that,” Sunggyu said, pulling the sheet over himself again. “I’ll put - - do you see my underwear?” He looked around like he had no idea where it
might be. “Find it, it has to be
somewhere.”
“I.” He couldn’t stay shut up behind a closed door
with Woohyun’s leader and that powerful snake.
“I can’t, um.”
“No
one’s asking you to,” Sunggyu said. “I’m
just going to finger you, like Woohyun said.”
What
would that do for him? Any penetration
was better than nothing. Feeling like
maybe it would be okay to relax, he got up to find Sunggyu’s underwear. “I’m not built for, um, that. My own members, that’s as much as I can
take.”
“Good,”
Sunggyu said. “I wouldn’t let anybody
put something this big inside me, either.”
That made him laugh.
Feeling better, he found Sunggyu’s underwear on the floor, half-kicked
under a chair. He brought it back and
climbed onto the bed.
Sunggyu
put it on. “No hands on the private
area, it’s not polite. Lay down, go ahead.”
“Can
I touch, um. Other things?”
“What? Yes,” Sunggyu said. Pawing through the sheet, he found a bottle
of lube. “Since I like you, I’ll let you
grab my ass and pull my hair, if you need to.
Put your hands wherever you want them, just don’t grab my cock.”
He
couldn’t pull a dom’s
hair. But maybe Sunggyu wasn’t a dom. He decided not
to ask. Sunggyu’s personality was strong
enough, as it was; he’d rather leave the rest of it ambiguous.
“Do
you say ‘no’ when you don’t mean it?”
He
didn’t know how Sunggyu made that sound like such a natural question. He nodded, watching Sunggyu set the lube
aside.
“Then
let’s use a safeword, just in case it comes up. What can you remember to use?”
He
licked his lips. “Radio.”
“Radio,”
Sunggyu repeated. “Okay, are we
set? We’ll start slowly, so it’s
comfortable.” His hand drifted over L.Joe’s stomach, rubbed back and forth. Stretching out beside L.Joe,
he asked, “How are my members, everything’s good?”
“Mmm.” Sunggyu kissed his stomach. It seemed like a weirdly intimate thing to
do. “They’ve been great.” He gazed down his own body, watching Sunggyu
kiss his abs.
Sunggyu caressed him,
kissing a line down to his navel. “Dongwoo’s
behaving himself?”
“He’s, um, he’s really,
uh. Yes.” He wasn’t misbehaving, he was… L.Joe didn’t know
how to describe it. “He’s incredible.”
Sunggyu flashed him a
conspiratorial grin. “I’m lucky, right?”
He laughed, and the
moment relaxed him. Sunggyu was kissing
down his ribs, licking at him, and the slow, sensual strokes of tongue made him
want to squirm. He felt himself
breathing too fast. He was turned on and
intimidated at the same time, and that was a really dangerous place to be in;
it pushed his buttons, heightened his desires, his responses. But this was just Sunggyu, just some hyung
he’d known for years, someone who’d always been nice to him, anyway. Sunggyu’s bare shoulder drew his attention,
beckoning him. He wanted to touch
it. It made him self-conscious to just
lie there; he wanted to participate, to interact. It would be okay if he touched; Sunggyu had
already said so.
Licking his lips, he
reached a tentative hand out. His
breathing sounded loud. Carefully, he
rested his hand on Sunggyu’s shoulder.
Sunggyu’s kisses were slowing down, lingering, trailing down his side,
sucking lightly at his skin. His cock
ached, and he wanted to rub himself, but he was ashamed to be so hard
already. Sunggyu’s tongue licked over
his pelvic bone, and he moaned, a hurt, whimpering sound. Mortified, he pressed his other hand over his
mouth, trying to keep the noises in.
“That’s right, that’s
good,” Sunggyu murmured, kissing his navel.
“Hyung wants you to like it.”
Sunggyu’s approval
turned him on. Moaning behind his hand,
he spread his thighs. He was ashamed of
himself, but he needed it, and Sunggyu had already agreed to touch him. He hated needing it like this, and even more
than that, he hated exposing his need to someone else. But there were people who understood him, who
didn’t hold it against him, who he could trust.
And he thought, he hoped, that Sunggyu might be
one of those people.
“How’s this, how are
things down here?” Sunggyu rubbed his
balls, fingers sliding back. Groaning,
he lifted his hips. He’d needed this,
needed someone to touch him there, needed to feel a
hand on him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he
shuddered, loving it as Sunggyu caressed him.
“Ah, I see,” Sunggyu said, and there was such perfect understanding in
his voice that L.Joe moaned, grateful to him. “Let’s do a little of this, then. Hyung knows what you need,
I’ll take care of it.”
Lube, Sunggyu was using
the lube. When he felt slick fingers
circling his hole, nudging inward, he groaned.
Lusting, aching, he pulled his knees in, moaning urgently, needing
Sunggyu to get inside of him now, now.
The slow, firm
penetration was exactly what he needed.
“Yes, yes, hyung, thank you, yes.”
Being entered satisfied something primal in him, and he squirmed,
relishing the sensation. Sunggyu was
stroking right into him and, “Ah!
Oh! Oh! Mmmahhhh, hyung,
oh,” caressing his prostate. “Oh, yes,
please, please.” It was so good, he clawed at the bed, needing something to hold onto.
“This feels nice.” Sunggyu dusted light kisses over his inner
thigh, and he moaned, spreading his thighs, inviting more. Sunggyu gave him more, and that simple
response seemed so generous, he felt grateful.
Sunggyu was fingering
him rhythmically, tenderly, giving him just enough of a stretch to make him
shake, providing him with constant bursts of
pleasure. He’d never been touched quite
like this, god, it was good, it was really good, “Mmm,
oh, hyung, yes.” He’d been lubed by a whole variety of guys, but Sunggyu’s slow, repetitive
strokes were making his whole body hum.
“Oh, oh, yes.”
Leaving one last,
lingering kiss on his thigh, Sunggyu shifted upward, kissing his abs. He was so turned on that seeing Sunggyu’s
face so close to his cock made him ache, and he whimpered, pleading,
thrilled. It turned him on to see
Sunggyu there, and it turned him on that Sunggyu was ignoring his cock
completely. That was how Sehun treated
him, too, neglecting his cock most of the time, and it was really arousing to
see Sunggyu not care anything about it.
His hand was still on
Sunggyu’s shoulder, not pushing or pulling, just touching. Sunggyu’s skin felt really nice, felt smooth,
and he wanted to touch Sunggyu in other ways, in other places. Sunggyu was licking under his pecs now,
kissing across his sternum, and he whimpered, happy, soaking up the intimate
attention. This hyung was so good to
him, so, “Ooohh,” so good, “mmm,” ah, he undulated,
steadily popping bursts of pleasure making him writhe.
“How much do you
want?” Sunggyu’s kisses trailed across
his chest and down his ribcage, making his back arch. “Three fingers, is that good?”
“Yes, yes.” He felt a gradual withdrawal, just a couple
of fingertips holding him open, and then slow penetration, thicker now, a
tighter fit. Groaning, turned on, he
shuddered at this new intrusion, breathing hard. “Yes, yes,” oh, so good, it was so good,
“more, more.”
“Hyung likes you like
this,” Sunggyu murmured, licking his ribcage.
The praise reverberated
through him, the words echoing in his mind.
Rubbing Sunggyu’s shoulder, he twisted under Sunggyu. “Mmm,
oouuuhmmm, oh-hhh.” Deep, throbbing pleasure made his hips jerk
in eager spasms. “Mmm, oh.” He
needed to come, he had to come now.
“H-h-hyung, can I get off, please, please, can I come?”
“One minute,” Sunggyu
said. “Count to sixty for me.”
Oh, god. “One.” The calm command turned him on so much, he
was moaning, gasping, his hips rocking with the rhythm of Sunggyu’s steady
fucking. “Two, I need it, please, hyung,
please, let me. Three,
f-f-f-four.” He squirmed, digging
his nails into Sunggyu’s shoulder, taking liberties now, turned on enough to be
desperate. He kept counting, the numbers
rising higher, his pleasure mounting with them. “Thirty.
Thirty-one.
Oh, god, I can’t, I can’t. Thirty-two.” His
chest heaved, and Sunggyu was licking around his nipples but not touching them,
denying him the contact he needed.
Writhing, he tried to force contact, tried to rub his nipples against
Sunggyu’s tongue, but Sunggyu was too expert for him, too in control, placing a
calm kiss on his sternum and staying there.
With Sunggyu’s lips pressed to his chest, his breath caught, and he held
still. “Forty-eight,
forty-nine.” He couldn’t control
his panting and he couldn’t stop shuddering, but the rest of him was still,
caught in Sunggyu’s control, obedient to Sunggyu’s calm. Gently, Sunggyu kissed him again, once in the
same spot and again a tiny bit lower, and then lingered there, kissing again,
licking a little. Blinking, counting, he
let Sunggyu stay in command of him, and he finished the rest of his
numbers. “Fifty-nine. S-s-sixty.”
“Mmm.” Sunggyu’s head lifted,
and his fingers did a curling, flicking thing, creating a sudden, deep burst of
pleasure that made L.Joe cry out. “You can come now.”
His hand flew to his
erection. Being controlled, being denied
and then given permission, made this moment all the more powerful for him. He wasn’t only coming,
he was coming because Sunggyu had said that he could, because he was being
given an opportunity, a reward. Jacking himself quickly, he moaned, “Thank you, hyung, thank you,”
and soon he was coming, climax overtaking him as messy spurts landed on his
chest. “Thank you, thank you, mmm.” Reveling in ecstasy, he writhed against the
sheets, squirmed on Sunggyu’s fingers, welcomed the
hot, successive bursts of pleasure.
“Good, that was good,”
Sunggyu said.
The praise was so gratifying, he rubbed his balls, feeling a warm glow of
satisfaction. “Hyung.” He felt confident now, bold. “Hyung, will you kiss me?”
“Maybe.” Sunggyu rested his weight on his elbow and
dipped his fingers over L.Joe’s mouth. His gaze rested meditatively on L.Joe’s face; his fingertips tapped at L.Joe’s
lower lip. “Where’s your mouth been?”
The question took him
by surprise. “T-t-tonight?”
“In
general.
Whose cock have you sucked this month?
Just the past thirty days.”
Did he have to list all
of them? “My members.”
“C.A.P., Chunji,” Sunggyu prompted him, fingers still stroking deep
in his ass, unceasing, rhythmic.
“C.A.P. hyung, Chunji,” he repeated.
“Niel, Ricky, Changjo.” Already, it seemed like a lot. Embarrassed, he kept going. “Xiumin hyung. Lay hyung.
Baekhyun hyung.
Chen hyung.
Chanyeol hyung.” The list seemed like it wouldn’t end. Ashamed, he said the rest. “D.O. Kai. And Oh Sehun.”
Sunggyu tapped his lips
shut, then caressed them apart again.
“You haven’t blown even one of my members?”
“No,” he admitted.
“You’re going to have
to do at least one before you go, aren’t you?”
“Yes,
hyung.” He licked
his lips, eager to please. “Which one
should I do, hyung?”
“Blow Hoya, don’t let
him tell you no.”
“Yes,
hyung.” Sunggyu had
really nice hands, prettier than he’d realized.
Such smooth fingers. He stared, panting, hoping that Sunggyu would
touch his mouth again.
“You listen well,”
Sunggyu murmured. Sunggyu’s appreciative
tone made it sound really sexy, and he blushed, turned on, glad that Sunggyu
liked it. Sunggyu’s thumb rested on his
chin, and he held still, that light point of pressure keeping him in
place. Sunggyu leaned in, close, and air
rushed out of his lungs, excitement making him shiver. Sunggyu’s eyes closed, a line of black lashes
fanning across a pale cheek, and then Sunggyu pressed a soft kiss beside his
mouth.
“Hyung,” he breathed,
ecstatic at this much intimate attention.
“You like to suck cock,
don’t you?” Sunggyu asked. His voice was
soft, and his lips brushed over L.Joe’s briefly,
tender contact, light and fleeting as a feather.
“Yes.” It came out like a moan.
“You like to have your
cock sucked?”
“Yes,
hyung.” Just
thinking about it excited him. He knew
that Sunggyu would never do it, and that turned him on even more.
“It’s nice,” Sunggyu
murmured. Soft, sensual kisses brushed
over his cheekbone. Moaning, he turned
toward the contact, and it was gone.
Sunggyu’s thumbnail flicked his chin, and the tiny nip of pain shocked
him into stillness again, into obedience.
He couldn’t hold completely still, though; his legs shifted, his hips
rolling, his fingers digging into the bed.
It seemed like Sunggyu held an immense amount of power over him,
fingering him like this, penetrating and fucking him, giving him all of this
exquisite, devastating pleasure and thinking nothing of it. He was vibrating, on fire, already aching to
come again, and Sunggyu was just holding a conversation. Oh, god, it was so sexy. “It’s nice to have someone suck your cock.”
“Yes, yes.” He’d agree to anything this hyung said. “Can I come again now, please, hyung, I need
it.”
Ignoring his question,
Sunggyu said, “Like a dongsaeng. A hot, handsome dongsaeng.
On his knees in front of you. Mouth on your cock.”
Like Sehun. Oh Sehun.
Groaning, L.Joe couldn’t endure the erotic,
impossible images flashing across his mind.
“Please, please.”
“Kneeling down there,”
Sunggyu murmured, fingers pushing, stretching, fucking. “Swallowing your cock. Pretty brown eyes looking
up at you. Your handsome
dongsaeng, his mouth full of your cock, just waiting
for you to get off.”
“Please, please,” he moaned,
desperate, yearning. Hot spasms of
pleasure wracked him, and he whimpered, tormented by images of Sehun.
Sunggyu kissed his
cheek, once, gently. “You can come now.”
“Oh,
oh, ahhmmm, oh, oh!” He was so ready for it,
it barely took any time at all. He came
hard, crying out, bucking helplessly into his own fist. “Yes, yes, hyung, thank you, thank you, oh
god, oh.” Mewling excitedly, he
squirmed, milking himself dry. “Thank
you, thank you, thank you.” Panting, he felt radiant, felt richly rewarded.
Sunggyu planted a
single kiss right on his lips and whispered, “Good boy.”
Moaning, he drifted on
bliss. He’d been a good pet.
Sungjong
moaned, rubbing his softening cock. He’d
had a good time here under C.A.P., but he knew from experience that C.A.P.
could keep going forever, and he didn’t really need to stay for the rest of the
show. Fortunately, he’d brought back-up. “Your turn?” he asked.
“Sure,”
Hoya said, already lubing himself beside the bed.
Great. Sungjong
kissed C.A.P. “Thanks, hyung.” Nudging C.A.P. off of himself, he rolled out
of bed.
“You
used to last longer than that,” C.A.P. said.
He
grinned. “You used to show up on your
own. Don’t bring so many hot guys with
you if you want me to be grateful for some hard cock.”
Hoya
shoved C.A.P. onto his back and moved on top in a quick, lithe move. “Shit, hyung,” C.A.P. said, laughing and then
groaning appreciatively. “Oh, yeah.”
“Not
here to do all of the work,” Hoya said, already flexing, hips rolling.
“God,
yeah,” C.A.P. grunted, thrusting up from under him.
Their
bodies moved together, muscular, rhythmic, Hoya riding, C.A.P. fucking in slow,
forceful thrusts, pushing up into Hoya.
It was so damned hot, and Hoya’s soft, aroused moans and C.A.P.’s
deeper, satisfied grunts sounded so good, Sungjong stayed for a while, just
watching.
Woohyun
finished washing up and went back to the bedroom to find Ricky seated on the
bed. When he walked in, Ricky looked up
with a smile. “Hi,
hyung. Busy?”
“Not
too busy.” Standing beside the bed, he
stroked Ricky’s chin, and Ricky gazed up at him, adorable and hopeful. He grinned, lightly dragging his fingernails
along Ricky’s jaw. “Ready
for a good time?”
“Always.” Ricky
leaned back, hands on his waist, coaxing him onto the bed.
Planting
a knee on the bed, he cupped Ricky’s face in one hand. “Do you think I’m that easy?”
Ricky
laughed. “I’ve heard a lot about you,
hyung.”
He
tightened his grip, leaning closer.
“Liked what you heard?”
Leaning
back, shying away, Ricky laughed again.
“Don’t be scary! Chunji hyung said that you weren’t allowed to do those
things with us.”
“When
it comes to sex, Ricky-ah?” He
smiled. “I do what I want.”
Looking
fascinated and turned on, Ricky asked, “Is this going to be kinky? Are you going to spank me?”
He’d
had to hold back all day, controlling himself with L.Joe,
going so far but no farther with C.A.P., ignoring the rich temptations Changjo
presented. And now Ricky was playing
games with him. “Kiss me.”
Ricky
pressed his lips to Woohyun’s.
He
slapped Ricky lightly, a brief tap.
“Kiss me like you mean it.”
Ricky
kissed him harder.
A second light slap.
“Kiss me like you mean it, Ricky-ah.”
Ricky
kissed him, gripping his shoulder, a longer kiss, tongue delving into his
mouth. When Ricky pulled back, he
glared, his nostrils flaring, fed up, and Ricky threw both hands up, looking
exasperated. “What do you want? Ya, don’t hit me
again!” Ricky exclaimed, flinching back.
“You said to kiss you, I’m kissing you!
I don’t know your weird games.”
There
was someone else under there, behind Ricky’s cuteness and fussing and
simplicity. He knew there was, and that
was who he wanted to have sex with. The smart adult behind the adorable smiles and crowd-pleasing
innocence. “You’re the one
playing games. Kiss me like you mean
it.” If it had been anyone else, he
wouldn’t have raised his hand again, but he knew how little violence fazed Teen
Top. He slapped Ricky across the face
again.
Ricky
backhanded him.
Ricky
used enough force to turn his head, and he gasped. It took him by surprise, and it hurt. Breathing in, he gave Ricky an assessing
look. The threat, the challenge, turned
him on, and he touched his cheek, really looking forward to this now. Aroused, he leaned into Ricky’s face.
Ricky
didn’t back up this time. He held his
ground, and he glared. It was a warning
glare, threatening, and heat sizzled up Woohyun’s spine. “Don’t hit me again,” Ricky said flatly. He didn’t speak politely.
Woohyun
rubbed himself through his underwear, loving this. A new partner, new territory, a challenge he hadn’t met before. “Speaking informally?”
“What’d
you say, before?” Ricky asked. “I do
what I want.” In one sudden move, he
closed the distance between them, grabbing the back of Woohyun’s neck, sealing
their mouths together. It was a harsh
kiss, aggressive, biting, and he didn’t let up.
Jerking
Ricky’s thighs apart, Woohyun was rough with him on purpose. He growled and kissed Woohyun more
passionately, his nails digging into Woohyun’s nape. Already aching to fuck him, Woohyun yanked
down his underwear. “I’m going to
destroy your ass.”
Ricky
cast a dismissive glance at his cock and kissed him again. “I’ve had bigger.”
He
chuckled, biting at Ricky’s lips.
“You’ve never had me.”
Gripping
a handful of hair, Ricky dragged his head back, staring into his eyes. “You’ve never had me.”
He
pushed Ricky down, riding Ricky to the mattress and then rolling over, rotating
until they were close enough to the nightstand that he could grab the
lube. Ricky fondled his cock with
careless, brusque tugs that had him rock-hard and aching. When he thrust his fingers inside, Ricky
grunted and kissed him, chewing on his lower lip and rolling them over. He stretched Ricky quickly, impatient to get
in, and Ricky panted against his mouth, whispering, “I thought you were the
romantic one.”
“If
anybody asks, say I was sweet and tender with you.” He shoved Ricky off of his lap.
Like
they’d been doing it for years, Ricky rolled onto his back, reaching for
Woohyun. Moving right on top of him,
Woohyun thrust in. It was too quick, too
deep, and they groaned together, Ricky bucking angrily, nails scratching down
Woohyun’s arm.
Impatient, fiercely aroused, Woohyun thrust again immediately. “Take it, take my hard prick.”
“Are
you doing anything?” Ricky panted, staring at him defiantly. “I don’t feel it yet.”
This
mouthy little shit. Woohyun was so
turned on, it hurt. Picking up the pace,
Woohyun fucked him more aggressively, hammering into him. Ricky rocked upward against him, stronger
than he’d expected, demanding it. He
shoved Ricky’s legs up, folding Ricky in half, thrusting hard. “Feel it now?”
“Is
that all you got?” Ricky pushed two
fingers into Woohyun’s mouth, penetrating crudely. “Thought you wanted to fuck
me.”
Wrapping
his hand around Ricky’s wrist, he pinned Ricky’s wrist to the bed, overhead. This hard, rough screw had his blood pumping,
Ricky’s hot ass had his cock throbbing, and Ricky’s challenging attitude turned
him on more and more the longer Ricky refused to submit. “Beg me some more and maybe I’ll give you
what you want.”
Growling, Ricky kicked
his chest. Knocked back, he landed on
his ass. As soon as Ricky pounced on top
of him, he grabbed Ricky’s hips, yanking Ricky back onto his cock. The rough thrust as their bodies reconnected
made them both cry out, and he pulled Ricky down more snugly, rocking upward,
burying himself. Biting his lip, he
threw his head back, groaning. “Damn,
damn, Ricky-ah.” Squeezing Ricky’s
waist, raking his nails down Ricky’s thighs, he thrust, thrust again, his hips
lifting off of the bed.
His nails left red
streaks on Ricky’s pale skin. “Don’t
stop,” Ricky panted, masturbating.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Jerking Ricky flush to
himself, he rolled up onto his knees and dropped forward. Landing with a grunt, Ricky tried to twist
away, but a couple of hard thrusts had Ricky groaning and bucking energetically
against him, arm flung around his shoulders, keeping him close.
The marks he’d made on
Ricky turned him on, fascinated him, and he left harsh sucking kisses on
Ricky’s chest, turning white skin pink and red.
When he was high enough to reach Ricky’s pretty, rosy mouth, he bit at
Ricky’s lower lip. Growling again, Ricky
kissed him hard, gripping his ass.
Ricky’s punishing, demanding kisses fueled his passion, and those hot,
angry growls were feral, sexy. “You’re a
fucking animal,” he panted.
Ricky blew his bangs
out of his eyes. “You couldn’t dominate
a paper bag. Quit boring me.”
“You’re bored?” he
asked, thrusting hard. “Hang on for a
minute, then, I’ll finish soon, and you can go.”
“Can’t be soon enough,”
Ricky said, dragging him down for another kiss.
Sex between them was
electric, erotic. He fucked Ricky
forcefully, and they rolled across the bed, their bodies demanding. Growling, Ricky chewed on his jaw and bit his
ears, and he left a deliberate patchwork of scratches on Ricky’s thighs. Kissing Ricky only intensified his lust, and
the way Ricky moved hungrily on his cock made him feel carnally fever-hot. He couldn’t fuck Ricky hard enough, deep
enough.
He couldn’t even tell
whose idea it was, but Ricky rolled over underneath him, ass thrusting up
toward him. He slammed in hard, pumping
that round, perky ass full of cock, and Ricky rocked against him, strong and
energetic. Wrapping his arm around
Ricky, he panted into Ricky’s ear. “Still
bored?”
Ricky rocked back into
him, skin hot and smooth against his chest.
“I don’t care enough about you to be bored.”
He grinned, his hand
sliding down to Ricky’s groin. Fondling
a thick handful of cock, he left bruising, sucking kisses below each shoulder
blade. “You’re fucking delicious.”
“Unh, come on, get me
off,” Ricky breathed.
He’d love to. He was rough on purpose, jacking Ricky with
quick, crude pulls. Ricky made soft,
impatient noises, hips bucking between his cock and his hand. He loved that Ricky let him do this, that it
was up to him, and when Ricky came, moaning, “Ahhh, ooo, fuck, yes,” he closed his eyes and buried his face
against Ricky’s nape, feeling Ricky shake in his arms, soaking it up.
“Ahh, not bad.” Ricky gave him a dismissive look over one
shoulder. “You can get off of me now.”
“One second,” he said,
picking up the pace again.
“God, just come
already,” Ricky muttered.
“Almost there.” Running his hand over Ricky’s stomach, he
licked the shell of Ricky’s ear.
“Fucking delicious,” he murmured, and he meant it. He raked his nails over Ricky’s balls, and
Ricky jerked hard against him, cursing, and he came, groaning, an intense rush
of ecstasy powering through him. “Damn, oooohh, ouuh.” Oh, that had been a good one.
“You fucking - - get
off of me,” Ricky snapped, elbowing him in the gut.
“Oof!” He let go.
“Ugh.” Ricky crawled about an inch away and dropped,
collapsing with his back to Woohyun.
“Don’t bother me for a minute.”
Catching his breath, he
sprawled out beside Ricky. Closing his
eyes, he smiled. He’d had some good sex
today, and some really promising moments, but this? He hadn’t seen this coming. Running his hand over his abs, he enjoyed the
afterglow, feeling good, feeling satisfied.
Satisfied and intrigued. He’d
known that there were other sides to Ricky, but he’d ended up with a lot more
than he’d bargained for.
Rolling onto his side,
he only felt more intrigued as he studied Ricky. More attracted. But his heart softened as he studied Ricky’s
strong, sturdy body. He curled forward
and kissed the fading red marks on Ricky’s thighs.
“Mmm.” Ricky rolled over and touched his chest, a
light touch, just enough to make him lean closer. “That was nice, hyung, thanks.” Back to speaking formally
again, being polite. Ricky kissed
him, a friendly kiss.
Back
to this side of Ricky.
He didn’t mind. “I’m going to
want this again sometime.”
“Sure.” Ricky kissed him again, then
got up. A speculative glance at his
cock, a polite smile, and Ricky left.
Hoya
stretched out on his stomach. He was
still on the bed where Chunji had left him. Getting comfortable, crossing his arms over a
pillow, he mentally compared the Teen Top members. He had to take points off of Niel’s performance, since there hadn’t been any anal, but
overall, it had been a good evening.
“Um, hey.” L.Joe sat down beside him.
He
rolled onto his side, wondering what L.Joe
wanted. “Came for seconds?”
“Um.” L.Joe looked embarrassed, licking his lips, hopeful and
uneasy. “Sunggyu
hyung, um. Aish.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I thought that I could blow you.”
Mystified,
he was suspicious. “What does this have
to do with Sunggyu hyung?”
“No, nothing. It’s…” His voice trailing off, L.Joe
blushed. “Nothing. How do you, um, how do you like it? So I can make it good.”
“I’ll
come faster if you finger my ass.
Seriously, what does this have to do with Sunggyu hyung?” As L.Joe crawled
between his legs, he rolled onto his back, but he held a hand out, keeping L.Joe at bay until his question was answered.
“Ah,
really, it’s nothing!”
He
raised his eyebrows, waiting.
“Aish.” L.Joe messed with his hair, avoiding Hoya’s eyes. “He just said that I should do it. Recommended it.”
Hoya
tried to make sense of that. “Does it
matter if you do it or not?” When L.Joe blushed, he started to catch on. “Are you going to report back to him about
it?”
“No,
I, but.” L.Joe
nibbled on his lower lip, then smiled.
“Could you tell him that you liked it?”
Sunggyu
felt someone getting into bed with him.
Lifting his lashes just enough to peek, he recognized Ricky. “You can’t be in here.” Seeing faint marks on Ricky’s skin, he opened
his eyes wider. He wanted to believe
that the marks were all from Teen Top, but these looked fresh. There were pale suck marks on Ricky’s chest,
and he recognized the crisscrossing scratch marks making a pattern on Ricky’s thigh. “What did that fool do to you?”
“I’ve
been having sex, hyung. It’s an
orgy.” Ricky tucked in against him,
pulling the sheet up and snuggling close.
“Who
should I punish first?” Sunggyu asked.
“Should it be Woohyun, or should I start with you?”
“It
doesn’t hurt. Don’t punish anyone, this
is a fun day, we’re on MT.”
“He
knows not to do things like this.”
Glowering, Sunggyu held Ricky’s chin.
“And so do you. If you want
somebody to rough you up, start a fight with Chunji.”
Ricky
listened solemnly. “Okay, hyung.” He looked faintly troubled. “I’m sorry.
I’ll be more careful.”
“You
didn’t scratch back, did you? Are there
bite marks all over my dongsaeng?”
Ricky
smiled, his cheeks turning pink. “I bit
his ears.”
“You
would,” Sunggyu said, pinching the shell of Ricky’s ear. He winced and laughed. He was so adorable and so happy that Sunggyu
touched his cheek, wanting to pet him.
“Get out of here, don’t be in my bed.
Go play with my members, that’s what they came here for, to screw you.”
Ricky
wriggled comfortably against him, sharing his pillow. “But I came here to see you.”
“Liar.” He tapped at
Ricky’s chin, then at Ricky’s nose.
“Which one was your favorite?”
“Dongwoo
hyung,” he decided. “But I knew that I’d
like him.”
“Because Chunji likes him?”
Ricky
grinned. “Because Lay
hyung likes him.”
Sunggyu
laughed. “Cute, that’s cute.” His hand on Ricky’s ass, he scooped Ricky
upward a little bit, until they were eye-to-eye on the pillow. “What do you want here? Is it a challenge? Do you only want to make sure that you get
what you were told that you can’t have?
You like what’s off-limits to you?
Do you just want some fun games with a new cock? Do you like hyungs best and want to try
someone older?”
Ricky
grinned. “It’s big, isn’t it?”
Exasperated,
Sunggyu pushed Ricky away. “All of
you! All you care about is size! Here, here, look!” He tugged his underwear down, exposing
himself. “Look at it! There it is!
Are you satisfied? Should I print
up tickets and charge for private viewings?”
When Ricky reached for it, he smacked Ricky’s hand away and quickly
covered himself. “Don’t touch! I told you to look,
no one said anything about grabbing it.”
“Can
I see it hard?”
“No,
you can’t see it hard. It’s not a pet,
it doesn’t do tricks. I don’t take
special requests.”
Snuggling
in again, Ricky sighed. “This is
nice. Can we make out, at least? I want to try all of the members, but L
hyung’s already off-limits. Kissing’s
okay, isn’t it?”
This
was a trap. But it was a cute trap. “We can kiss a little.” He pressed his lips to Ricky’s. “There, we’ve kissed.”
“Hyung! Don’t tease
me.” Ricky lifted his chin, closing his
eyes, and waited for a kiss.
Smiling,
Sunggyu brushed his knuckles over Ricky’s cheek.
Ricky
pursed his lips.
He
was so funny, Sunggyu kept him waiting.
He
opened one eye, saw Sunggyu watching him, and burst into laughter, lightly
smacking Sunggyu’s shoulder. “Hyung! You’re
supposed to kiss me! Don’t just refuse,
you’ll hurt my feelings.”
“How
are your feelings?” Asking the question
seriously, he cupped Ricky’s chin again, looking into Ricky’s eyes. “Are you mature enough for things like this? It’s nice, to be close and have sex
sometimes, but will it mean too much to you?
Or will it mean too little to you?
I don’t want to treat you carelessly, but it might seem like I take you
too lightly. I don’t want you to get
hurt, Ricky-ah. But hyung’s also worried
that you won’t think anything about this at all.”
Ricky
looked solemn for a moment, and then he tucked himself under Sunggyu’s
chin. Sunggyu patted his back, letting
him think over whatever he needed to ponder.
After a while, he said, “You don’t want me to think nothing of you. But what do you think of me? What do you think of my other members? You had sex with them. They don’t mean anything to you.”
He
felt an internal spurt of defensiveness, but he squashed it, letting Ricky’s
words sink in. “They mean things to
me. They mean some things.”
“Should
you mean things to me?” Ricky asked. “Which things? How
long should they last?”
Thoughtful,
he nodded. Rubbing his chin lightly over
Ricky’s hair, he patted Ricky’s shoulder.
He could see that he was going to have to open his heart. He was the hyung; it was his responsibility. “C.A.P. and I understand each other, I
think. Our teams, we were together,
once. And then we were apart, and I have
a lot of regrets about that. About what
happened, and how I acted, and how I let all of you act. Now we’re together again. I think that we should stay together, this
time. I think that it’s good for us to
be close. Even if it’s
not always easy.”
“A year from now, if I call you, what will happen?” Ricky
asked, still tucked against his chest.
“Will you answer? Will you only
be interested if it’s an emergency? Will
you only pick up if you’re bored or horny or lonely? Will you want to talk to me just to talk?”
A
year was a long way away. A lot changed
in twelve months. Lives changed; careers
changed.
He
thought about Suho, adopting all of these idols for no good reason. But there was good reason. These kids needed love and guidance. They needed to know that someone knew them
and understood them and cared about them.
They needed comfort and security and someone constant, someone to lean
on.
“I’ll
take responsibility,” he decided. “I
can’t call you one of my members, Ricky-ah.”
He rubbed his thumb over Ricky’s nape, and Ricky looked up at him. “But you’ll be my dongsaeng. Today, and next year, too.” Goddamnit, between
the two of them, he and Suho were going to adopt half of the industry this
way. But he’d known Teen Top for a long
time. He’d known Ricky for a long time. Besides, he couldn’t let Suho be a more
ethical, responsible hyung than he was.
He couldn’t let some spoiled hoobae show him
up. “I’ll be a good hyung,” he promised,
squeezing Ricky’s shoulder.
Ricky
hesitated. His grip tightened, squeezing
a reply out, and Ricky said, “It’s good, hyung, that’s nice, but. I don’t want it, if you’re not sure.”
“Do
you think that I’m saying these things just to be saying them?” he demanded.
“You
say a lot of things just for the sake of saying them,” Ricky pointed out.
“Ya!” It was true; he couldn’t pretend
otherwise. “I mean this one. Let’s not take each other lightly. We’ll be hyung and dongsaeng. You can call me up just to annoy me, like
Woohyun and Suho do.”
“And
what will you do for me? Order me around
and criticize me?”
“I’ll
take care of you,” he promised, giving Ricky a little shake. “I’ll look after you. I’ll be there for you even when you think
that you don’t need me.”
That
got through. He saw it, in the depth of
Ricky’s eyes, in a tiny flicker of muscles beside Ricky’s mouth. “Okay.”
An inhalation.
“Okay, hyung.”
He
kissed that spot beside Ricky’s mouth, then rubbed the
side of Ricky’s neck. “I’ll make love to
you next time. Understanding each other
like this, it’s new between us, right?
We’ll get used to it first. I
want you to trust me, I want you to feel sure of me,
before we do anything like that.”
Ricky
nodded, then pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Okay, hyung.” Ricky hugged him, and he hugged Ricky back,
letting it last for as long as Ricky wanted it to. Against his shoulder, Ricky asked, “Will you do
something for me?”
“If it’s not too expensive.”
Ricky
pulled back and lightly rubbed a knuckle up and down his chest. “Will you let Changjo blow you?”
“No,”
he said immediately. “Is it important to
you?”
“No, but kind of.”
“He
wants to do it, and you’re a good friend, so you want to make it happen for
him,” Sunggyu guessed. Ricky
nodded. “One blowjob,” he said
firmly. “With L in the room, so I have
witnesses and he can’t make up stories about it later.”
Ricky
kissed him again, lightly, chastely.
“Thank you, hyung.”
He
tugged on Ricky’s earlobe. “Don’t get
yourself in any trouble.”
Ricky
got up. “I never do.”
Sungjong
strolled into the kitchen. It was empty,
aside from L.Joe, who was seated at the kitchen
table, slumped over, rolling a single chopstick back and forth. “No one to play with?”
Sungjong guessed, opening the fridge.
“None of my hyungs need a sub, sorry.”
L.Joe snorted and threw the chopstick at him.
“Why
are you and your members so violent?” he demanded, snatching it up and throwing
it back.
L.Joe ducked, and it glanced off of his shoulder. “Ya! You could put out somebody’s eye!”
“You
threw it first!”
L.Joe sat back, slouching.
Sungjong
got a drink and sat at the table. “Which
of my hyungs is your favorite?”
“Woohyun hyung.” L.Joe blushed. “Sunggyu hyung. I
don’t know.”
“So predictable.” He
took a sip. “So what do you and Sehun do
together, anyway?”
“What? Nothing!” Alarmed, flustered, he sat up, messed with
his hair, shifted all over his chair, and sat back. “What do you know about that?” He curled one leg up, hugging his knee.
“I
know what everybody else knows. He’s
your dom or your master or
whatever you call it, and you do that,”
he gestured with his drink, “whenever someone mentions his name.”
“I
don’t.” He fixed his hair some more,
looking self-conscious. “Nobody knows
anything, anyway, shut up.”
“So
what are you into? Are you dying to suck
my cock right now?”
“No. I just did that with Hoya hyung, anyway.”
Sungjong
licked his lips, thinking about that.
“It’s good, isn’t it? He has such
a great cock.”
L.Joe laughed, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. “You talk about your own members that way?”
“Right,
like you don’t get hot for C.A.P. hyung’s cock.
Or that maknae.
God, he’s built.” Sungjong
exhaled, shaking his head. “I’d let him
do me again.”
“How
was it, tonight, I mean. L hyung’s with him, right? Did he just stand there and watch?”
Sungjong
nodded. “Somebody has to keep that
maknae in check. I’m not letting him on
top of me without a spotter.”
L.Joe laughed again, rubbing his shin. “He’s not going to do anything weird!”
“Says the guy who lets some hoobae do
anything and everything to him.”
“Do
you have to - - stop bringing that up!” L.Joe
exclaimed. “Why do you keep talking
about it? What do you want me to
say? Are you trying to embarrass me, are
you trying to piss me off? Shut up about
it for once. You don’t know anything
about it.”
Wow,
someone was touchy. “Okay, so, tell
me. Aside from that, what are you
into? What do you do with your members? What do you do with the rest of EXO?”
“Normal things. The same things that everybody else does.”
“So
you’ve topped Xiumin hyung.” He shook his
head. “Chanyeol
hyung.” He frowned and shook his
head. “Kai,” Sungjong said, and took a
sip. He nodded. Sungjong choked, coughing up orange juice.
“What?”
L.Joe asked, laughing.
Wiping
at his mouth, he kicked L.Joe’s chair. “You lying shit, you did not.”
“I
did! I’ve - - are we allowed to talk
about this?”
“We’re
talking about it!” he insisted.
“We
can’t!” L.Joe argued, grinning. “No, seriously, I don’t think that we’re
supposed to.”
“We’re
all doing each other, we all know what’s going on, I don’t think that there’s a
lot to hide.”
“Suho
hyung wouldn’t want me to sit here going into detail.”
“Who
cares? He isn’t here. Since when are you so
polite?”
“Mmm, I don’t mess with Suho hyung,” L.Joe
said. “I want to keep seeing Oh Sehun.”
He
didn’t push any further on that point; he could tell that he’d run into a
wall. He drank some more juice and tried
to picture L.Joe on top of Kai. He couldn’t do it. “This thing we’re not talking about, that you
can’t describe to me. Did Kai actually like
it?”
L.Joe gave him a puzzled look. “You really think that I’m bad at sex, don’t
you?”
“I
guess you might be good at some things.”
Like taking cock and being pushed around. Neither of which meant that L.Joe had anything to offer him. “Are you good at oral? Do you want to blow me?”
“Good,
yes. You, no.”
He
grinned. “How good?”
“Ask
Hoya hyung.”
“Hoya hyung!”
“You
don’t have to ask him right now,” L.Joe said,
laughing.
“Hoya
hyung!” he shouted, louder.
“What?”
Hoya shouted back.
“How’d
you rate L.Joe’s oral?”
“Rate?” L.Joe repeated.
“Nine!”
Hoya shouted.
Coughing,
Sungjong shoved his orange juice across the table. “Nine?” he repeated, staring at L.Joe.
“You’re so messy,” L.Joe said, laughing.
“Nine, what, does everybody get a number? What’s he rate you?”
“What the hell did you
do to him?” he demanded.
“I blew him,” L.Joe said frankly.
“He wanted me to finger him, so I, you know, I fingered him.”
A
nine? He didn’t
believe it. “How’s his cock?” he
shouted.
“So loud, maknae,” Hoya
said, walking into the kitchen. “Eh,
it’s average size, but he knows what he’s doing with it.”
“Worth
lubing up for?”
Hoya shrugged. “I’d do him again.”
“I’m right here,” L.Joe said.
Sungjong eyed him, then hopped up. “Come
on, let’s try it.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Yes, you do,” Sungjong
said, taking his hand and dragging him out of the chair.
“I,
wait, but I don’t want to,” he repeated.
“Sure you do.” He pulled L.Joe
into the nearest bedroom.
“I
shouldn’t make promises that I can’t keep,” Sunggyu muttered, pulling his pants
up.
“So
keep them,” Woohyun said, seated on the edge of the bed.
“He
looked at me, and what was I supposed to say?” he asked, zipping his fly. “Like a baby, or a puppy dog, I can’t say no
to that. Now what am I supposed to
do? I can’t adopt new kids,
I already have too many responsibilities.”
“Responsibilities
like what?”
“You! Inspirit! Infinite!
Woollim!
Young Money! It’s a lot!”
“I
can take care of myself.”
“Dongwoo!
Dongwoo! Jang Dongwoo! It takes me twenty-five hours a day to look
after that guy, and there are only twenty-four hours in a day to start
with! I have to invent extra hours to
look after him! What is he doing now, do I even want to know?
I have to check on him.”
“I’ll
check on him,” Woohyun said, both hands on his chest pushing him back. “He’s okay, I’ll check on him. Ricky’s going to be fine, too.”
“You.” Sunggyu glared
at Woohyun, put his shirt on, and glared at Woohyun again, harder this
time. “Don’t go too far with him. I don’t like it. And I’m his hyung now, and I’ve been your
hyung for a long time, so don’t tell me that it’s none of my business.”
“It’s
none of your business,” Woohyun said.
He
advanced, and Woohyun skittered backward, ducking out of his reach. “Get over here and I’ll show you what my
business is,” he threatened.
“I
won’t do it again, I won’t,” Woohyun said.
“You’re
lying to me?” he demanded, incensed.
Arrogance
vanished from Woohyun, his expression softer now, sincerity in his eyes. “I’ll talk to you about it first,” he said,
his gestures placating. “I’ll talk to
him, too.”
Sunggyu
narrowed his eyes, wondering exactly what had happened between Woohyun and
Ricky. “We’re going to have a big talk
about it,” he warned.
Woohyun
nodded. “Okay.”
Sunggyu
gave him a stern glare, a silent warning, and he didn’t try to argue or bluster
or seduce his way out of it, so Sunggyu decided to trust him for now. Someone knocked at the door. It was L, and that meant Changjo. “Go away,” Sunggyu said. But he’d promised Ricky. Damn it.
“Come in.”
L
opened the door, taking in the scene with one swift look. “I’m interrupting?”
“No,
come in.” He gave Woohyun a look to show
that there were no hard feelings between them.
“Go check on Dongwoo.” Woohyun
left. He looked down at himself,
wondering why he’d bothered putting clothes on if he only had to take them off
again. Well, not everything had to come
off. He undid his fly again. “C’mere,” he told Changjo. “I have something for you.”
Woohyun
expected to find Dongwoo blowing three Teen Top members at once, or in the
middle of a busily humping Teen Top sandwich, or painting Niel’s
face with cum, or something. But he
didn’t find Dongwoo doing any of those things.
He couldn’t find Dongwoo at all.
Hoya
and Niel were blowing each other on the couch, and
were no help whatsoever. At the top of
the stairs, he asked C.A.P., “Where’s Dongwoo hyung?”
“End
of the hall,” C.A.P. said, gesturing back that way. “With Chunji.” When he moved in that
direction, C.A.P. added, “The door’s locked.”
Locked? It was actually locked? Not really believing that, Woohyun walked
back there.
The
knob wouldn’t turn in his hand.
He
stared at the door, wondering how to take this.
Dongwoo didn’t even know how to close doors, much less lock them.
Chunji must have locked it.
Why? Chunji
was a sexual show-off, for the most part.
Or didn’t give a damn who saw what.
He
listened.
He
didn’t hear anything.
No
laughter, no teasing, no “do me do me” moans.
None of Chunji’s dirty talk.
His
curiosity was intense, but he took a step back.
He knew how Dongwoo felt about sex.
But he also knew how Dongwoo felt about Chunji. And if they wanted privacy for this, he’d let
them have it.
He’d
go see if C.A.P. wanted to double-team Hoya and Niel.
L
was starving. “There isn’t more food
than this?” he asked, opening cabinet doors.
“Sunggyu
hyung said that he’d order some,” Changjo reminded him.
Finding
a packet of cookies, he ripped it open.
“I’ve
had all of your members now,” Changjo said.
He stretched both arms out, then let his hands
fall to the countertop. Bracing himself,
he leaned back, stretching his spine.
“You’ve seen your hyungs fuck me right in front of you and everything.”
He
crammed another cookie into his mouth.
“It’s
nice, being passed around to your members like that.” Changjo sucked his cheeks in, nodding. “Really makes me feel cherished. I can tell you that really respect me, as a
person.”
He
ate another cookie, waiting for this to be over. He was too hungry to play along.
Changjo
slapped his hands on the counter again, his eyes widening brightly. “So do you want to try my members, or are
they not attractive to you? Is it that
they’re too ugly, or you’re too precious, I can’t keep it straight.”
He’d
finished the cookies. Damn it. “Is there any milk?”
Changjo
offered him a bottle. “Here. Drink some
random half-finished orange juice somebody left behind.”
“Ew.” Taking it from Changjo, he sniffed it
cautiously. It smelled okay. “How long was this here, do you think?”
“It
wasn’t here earlier, so it’s probably from one of our members.”
He
sniffed again. Peered into the bottle
and didn’t see anything floating.
Shrugging, he finished it off.
“Ew! Hyung!” Recoiling, Changjo laughed at him. “You’re disgusting.”
“I’m
hungry.” Licking his lips, he went back
to opening cabinets.
“Gross.” He looked over his shoulder to see Changjo
watching him with a thrilled expression.
“That shouldn’t have been sexy.
Why are you so freaking sexy?”
“What’s
sexy?”
“Your tongue.”
Changjo pulled him away from the cabinets. “Food will be here soon. Let’s make out.”
“Make
out?” He smoothed down Changjo’s
sideburns with his thumbs. “You just
spent all night getting laid.”
“But
a lot of that was with other guys. I
want you.” Forehead to forehead, Changjo
whispered, “I like you,” like it was a tender confession, something new and
daring.
Enchanted,
he caressed Changjo’s cheeks. “I love
you,” he whispered.
“Are
you okay?” Changjo asked, arms wrapping around him. Changjo’s gaze searched his face, reading,
analyzing. “You don’t have weird ideas
about me now, you don’t think of me differently?”
He
didn’t want to have this conversation in public. Not when Changjo’s members might walk
in. “Here,” he said, pulling Changjo out
of the kitchen and around the corner.
They went into a bedroom, and he closed the door.
“It’s
okay, take forever to answer, I don’t care,” Changjo said.
“Changjo-ah.” He
pulled Changjo back into his arms, needing another hug, needing to feel Changjo
so solid and strong. “I love you.” It came out muffled against Changjo’s
shoulder. “God, I’m so freaking in love
with you.”
“Good.” Changjo squeezed him too tightly. He could hear the relief in Changjo’s voice,
and the brisk energy Changjo used to try to cover it up. “Good, good.”
Wrapping
his arms around Changjo, he splayed his hands over Changjo’s back. His fingers dug in a little, holding on. He felt needy. Not sexually needy, emotionally needy. He felt absolutely no impulse to hide it, not
from Changjo. “It got a little… It was harder for me than I thought that it
would be. It was weird. Seeing you with another
guy. I know that you have sex all
of the time, I know who and when and how often and all of it, but I never saw
it before. It was weird,” he repeated. “Weird.”
His voice faded, and he didn’t know what to say anymore. He pressed his mouth to Changjo’s shoulder
again.
“I
won’t do it again,” Changjo said immediately.
“I’ll never touch another guy in front of you.” Changjo was trying to pull back, to look at
him, but he wasn’t ready to let go yet, and he clung to Changjo, stubborn about
this. Giving up, Changjo held him close
and rubbed his back. “I won’t do
anything with your members again. I
won’t touch them, they’re gross to me now.”
“That’s
not what I want.” He was fully dressed,
in black jeans and a T-shirt, and Changjo only had underwear on, and he thought
that said something about them, like there was a metaphor in there
somewhere. He mouthed Changjo’s
shoulder, wanting to hold on for a lifetime.
“It’s okay now. It was just weird
at first. It took me a little while to
get used to it.”
“You
should have told me. Hyung, why the hell
didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you’d stop.
You’d feel bad, and I don’t want you to feel bad. I want you to do it, do whatever you
want. It was sexy, it was fun, everybody liked it.”
“You
didn’t like it,” Changjo said flatly.
“If you don’t like it, then I hate it.”
“Why
don’t you listen?” Exasperated, he let
go, stepping back. “I told you, that’s
not what I want. It’s
okay with me, I don’t want to stop anything.
Do whatever you want.”
“I
can’t do something that hurts you,” Changjo said.
“It
doesn’t hurt.” He hugged Changjo
again. It felt better to be close. “It was just new, it was my first time, I had
to get used to it. You’re so precious to
me, I get possessive. I get
jealous. I want to protect you.”
“I’ll
protect you,” Changjo whispered, squeezing him.
“I’ll protect you from everything.”
“Changjo-ah.” He
closed his eyes, threading his fingers through Changjo’s hair. “Have sex with anybody, put your cock
anyplace, screw everybody right in front of me as
often as you can. Just love me for a
little while longer.”
“Oh,
that’s good, yeah, keep doing that,” Sungyeol said. Sitting in the living room, he had one arm
along the back of the couch and a hand in Niel’s
hair. Staring down into his lap, he
watched Niel blow him. It was incredible; Niel
really was as terrific at this as he’d always wanted to believe. And about three times as enthusiastic. “You’re like a machine.”
“Kids!” Sunggyu shouted.
Oh,
he had to be kidding. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Sungyeol urged,
stroking Niel’s hair.
“Five
minutes! Wash your ass and zip up!”
Sunggyu shouted.
Thank
god. “Keep going,” Sungyeol said. He was so hard, so close, he didn’t know if
he could last for another five minutes.
Especially not in Niel’s energetic, demanding
mouth. But he was willing to try.
At
the door, L.Joe picked up his phone. His eyes widening eagerly, he made a soft,
intense sound, and then he hurried out, staring at his phone.
“Okay,
don’t say good-bye,” Sunggyu said, standing by the front door, watching him go.
“Good-bye,”
Sungjong said, strolling past.
“Later,”
Hoya said, following Sungjong outside.
Niel and Sungyeol walked out together, comparing calendars
and making plans to meet up.
“Had
fun?” Woohyun asked.
“No,”
Sunggyu said. “No, it was terrible. No one would let me sleep, I couldn’t get any
rest, there were all of these interruptions, dongsaengs crawling all over me, I hated it. We’ll
never do it again.”
“That’s
too bad,” C.A.P. said, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Next month sometime?” Sunggyu asked.
C.A.P.
smiled. “Sure, I’ll check and get back
to you.”
Woohyun
walked out. Sunggyu counted on his
fingers, then yelled, “Dongwoo!”
Changjo
and L came over together, their fingers entwined. Changjo picked up L’s phone, checked L’s
messages, and handed it over. He kissed
L’s cheek, whispered, “When you get to the hotel, send me a selca,” and
left. “Bye, Sunggyu hyung!” he called, waving
on his way out.
Not
even bothering to glance at his messages, L pocketed his phone. His eyes flickered in C.A.P.’s direction.
“Good
time?” C.A.P. asked.
“Not
enough food. You should’ve ordered
more,” he told Sunggyu, looking disgruntled.
“We’ll
stop somewhere on the way,” Sunggyu said.
“Get in the van.”
L
nodded briefly at C.A.P., a silent acknowledgement, and left.
“Dongwoo!” Sunggyu shouted.
Ricky
walked over, spreading his arms.
Sunggyu
hugged him. “Call me. Not tonight, I need some rest. No, call any time, hyung’s never too busy for
you. I’m busy a lot,” he admitted. “But it’s not personal.”
Ricky
kissed his cheek. “Thanks for MT,
hyung.”
Smiling,
he tugged on Ricky’s ear. “You can come
over any time you want more of my members.”
“No,
you can’t,” C.A.P. said.
“Older
hyung overrules younger hyung,” Ricky said seriously.
“Leader
overrules everybody,” C.A.P. said, swatting his ass. “Get in the van.”
“He’s
a leader,” Ricky argued, scooting outside.
“Who
leads Teen Top?” C.A.P. yelled after him.
“C.A.P. hyung!” Ricky shouted back.
“C.A.P. hyung!” Chunji’s voice
shouted from somewhere in the house.
Dongwoo laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.
Sunggyu
looked around and sighed. “You go ahead,
I’ll find the magicians.”
C.A.P.
snickered.
They
were on the stairs, wrapped around each other, giggling and making out. They were dressed, at least. Kicking their feet, Sunggyu said, “Ya, get
in the van.”
“Whoa, oh, hyung!”
Dongwoo scrambled up, and Chunji hopped up,
and Chunji overbalanced, and Dongwoo caught him, and
they laughed, leaning against the banister, kissing again. Chunji looked
happy, genuinely happy, and Dongwoo looked infatuated. “So pretty,” Dongwoo said, kissing him, both
hands on his ass. “Prettiest. Sexiest.”
“I
want you to do me right here,” Chunji said, tugging
Dongwoo against himself.
“Fuck
your hot ass up the stairs and back down,” Dongwoo said, grinding against him.
They
wouldn’t stop kissing. They were going
to flirt and make out all night. No,
they were going to kiss for another thirty seconds and then start
screwing. Sunggyu grabbed the collar of
Dongwoo’s shirt and hauled Dongwoo down to the first floor. “In the van, in the van, in
the van.”
“Now? But I - - Chunji!”
Sunggyu
paused to say, “You’re in public now,” and threw Dongwoo outside.
“I
didn’t say good-bye!” Chunji protested, hurrying
after him.
“Public!” Sunggyu reminded them.
C.A.P.
gathered up the phones they’d left behind.
“Need anything else before I lock up?”
He
pocketed Dongwoo’s phone. “One thing. Be right
back.”
He
went to the van, dragging Dongwoo along with him. Shoving Dongwoo in, he leaned in through the
open door and asked, “You have the thing?”
“What
thing?” Sungyeol asked. When he stared,
Sungyeol said, “I thought that you had it!”
“Why
would I have it?”
“It’s
yours!”
“It
was in your ass!”
“You’ve
been in my ass!”
Woohyun
was cracking up. Hoya was pretending not
to know or hear them.
“I
didn’t see it,” Sunggyu said. “Where’d
you leave it?”
“In
the front room, on the table,” Sungyeol said.
“Or the couch, I don’t know.”
“It
was on the table,” Sungjong said. “I saw
it.”
“When?” Sunggyu asked.
“I
don’t know, half an hour ago?”
“On the coffee table.
In the front room.”
Sungjong
nodded.
“It’s
not there now!”
“Did
Teen Top take it?” Woohyun asked.
L.Joe was probably attracted to it, Niel
liked having things shoved up his ass, Chunji was
kinky enough to be interested, and Changjo was a thief. Sunggyu was not interested in confronting a
bunch of horny kids about an anal plug, but, damn it, he couldn’t just leave it
behind. He went back to the house.
“What?”
C.A.P. asked when he walked in.
“I
need that thing that Sungyeol brought with him.”
“He
doesn’t have it?”
“It
disappeared.”
“God
damn it,” C.A.P. said, walking out.
Sunggyu
waited.
To
C.A.P.’s credit, it didn’t take long. He
came back in, closed the front door, and passed the plug to Sunggyu. “He washed it.”
Sunggyu
didn’t ask who “he” was. He just stuffed
the plug into his pocket.
C.A.P.
grinned. “Not going to wear it?”
“Jackass.” He kissed
C.A.P. on the mouth. “We’ll schedule
something later.”
“Looking forward to it.”
He
left. As he climbed into the van, he
hoped that everyone was tired enough to sleep.
He didn’t need a lot of-
“What’d
you think?” Sungyeol asked.
“Where
was the plug, who had it?” Woohyun asked.
“Hyung,
all of that talk, and then you let Changjo go down on you?” Sungjong asked.
“Who’d
say no to that?” Sungyeol asked.
“From
what I heard, you didn’t say no all night,” Woohyun
teased.
“Hoya
hyung didn’t say no all night, either,” L said.
“What?”
Hoya asked. “Everyone complains that I
don’t give guys a chance, so I gave them a chance.”
“So
what’d you think, how was it?” Sungyeol asked.
“He
gave L.Joe a fucking nine out of ten,” Sungjong said.
“I
heard that Sunggyu hyung gave L.Joe a few things
too,” L said, chuckling.
“Never
mind what I did,” Sunggyu said. Then he
turned around, grinning. “What about Niel’s mouth? It’s
not just for show, he knows a few things!”
“What
were those marks?” Niel asked.
“What?”
Ricky asked.
“On your chest, like bites?”
“Woohyun
hyung likes it rough,” Changjo said, grinning.
Ricky
smacked him in the back of the head. “I
told you! You’re supposed to say that
they’re from Dongwoo hyung!”
“Oh, sorry.”
Changjo’s smile was unrepentant.
“I forgot.”
“What
bites, let me see,” Chunji said, reaching for Ricky’s
shirt.
“Who
broke the towel rack?” C.A.P. asked.
“Not
me,” Chunji, Niel, Ricky,
and Changjo said.
“What?”
L.Joe asked, blinking, sitting forward. “What towel rack?” When they all looked at him, he laughed. “I didn’t do it!”
“Sungjong
did it,” Chunji said.
“He wanted me to blame the maknae.”
“Blame
the - - blame me?” Changjo demanded, pointing at himself.
“What
is this, damn,” Chunji said, studying Ricky’s chest.
“There
are scratches on his thighs, too,” Niel said.
“Don’t
take your pants off in the van,” C.A.P. said.
“I
wasn’t going to!” Ricky exclaimed.
“What
do you think we are, perverts?” Chunji
asked.
“Yeah,
gross, hyung,” Niel said scornfully. C.A.P. rolled his eyes.
“I
thought that Woohyun hyung wasn’t supposed to do rough stuff with us,” Chunji said.
“He’s
not,” C.A.P. said. “I’ll talk to Sunggyu
hyung about it.”
“It’s
my fault,” Ricky said. He glanced at the
back of the manager’s head. “I’ll tell
you about it later.”
C.A.P.
nodded, then said, “Changjo. You’re not getting revenge over a towel
rack.”
“He
wanted to blame me!” Changjo argued.
“That’s Andy hyung’s towel rack!
I don’t break Andy hyung’s things!”
“Not
anymore,” Niel said.
Chunji laughed.
“Oh,
yeah,” Hoya said. They were at the
hotel, shuffling into their rooms. He
nodded at Sunggyu. “L.Joe
did a great job. Thanks.”
L
pushed back his hood and ruffled his hair.
“Does anyone have energy left?”
“No,”
Sungyeol said. “No one bother me, I’m
going to sleep.”
“Same,”
Sungjong said, dragging his suitcase into his room.
“I’m
already asleep,” Hoya said.
“Not
tonight, sorry,” Woohyun said.
Dongwoo
was zombie-walking into his room.
Sunggyu nudged him toward Woohyun and asked, “Trade?”
Woohyun
nodded and took Dongwoo’s arm. “Come on,
hyung, you can room with me.”
Sunggyu
held the door open for L.
Smiling
at him, L asked, “You sure? I thought
that you were tired.”
“I’m
always tired.” To everyone else, he
said, “Whoever wakes me up first gets two extra hours of practice.” Then he nudged L into the room. Closing the door, he felt good. New sex with new partners was fun, but it was
nice to end the day with something he was used to. He’d been with this dongsaeng for a long
time. Silently, he pulled L in, and L
hugged him, comfortable and familiar in his arms.
“I
think that I love him too much,” L said.
He
patted L’s back. “I think that I love
you too much.”
L
pulled back, grinning. “You love Woohyun
hyung too much.”
“What,
a tree?” he asked. “No, you’re the only one, I don’t care about anyone but you.”
L
kissed him, and it felt right between them, it felt sexy and familiar and
natural.
“Changjo
stole that plug, didn’t he?” Sunggyu asked.
L burst into laughter, shaking against him. “Seriously, he took it when you weren’t
looking.”
“No! No, he didn’t take it.” L chuckled, heading for the bed. “I don’t know, maybe he did.” He grinned, toeing off his shoes. “Let’s take a bigger one next time, and
accidentally leave it behind. Let them
steal it.”
“I’m
not a free sex shop! If they want one,
they can take the risk and buy it themselves.”
Then he asked, “Which one should it be, the
blue one?”
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