SS501/SS501 Building (Jenga) Towers
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Building (Jenga) Towers
Pairing: SS501 (Hyun Joong x Young Saeng x Jung Min x Hyung Joon x Kyu Jong)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lots’o porn.
Summary: Team bonding, double-S style. Or, in which Baby learns to do it like a man. Or even, five become one, the puns and possibilities are endless.
Where the connection between Jenga and sex lay was a bit of mystery but it seemed that they knew the way. SS501 was good at Jenga. Sometimes when the tower came crashing down there would be slick lips and hot tongues meant to be a distraction, a good idea whispered against someone’s ear and a quick muttered ‘shotgun.’
‘You can’t shotgun a blowjob.’ Kyu Jong hissed making a face.
‘Watch me.’ Hyun Joong said back.
“Can’t we move all the blankets to the floor or something? Jung Min always shoves me off the bed.” Hyung Joon tried not to whine but he couldn’t help the way he sounded, and if it was a little whiny then it wasn’t his fault but Jung Min did really push him off the bed when there wasn’t enough room. Hyun Joong just snickered, some help he was, and Kyu Jong pat his shoulder in a comforting gesture, but he was smiling indulgently he probably thought it was funny as hell. He was so bringing Kyu Jong down with him next time to see how he liked it, the carpeting wasn’t shag.
Just like that, ignored again. Leader flopped down the wide bed and hooked a foot behind Jung Min’s ass and toppled him onto the bed with an ‘oof’ sound. Young Saeng wrapped one arm around his waist and buried his face against Hyung Joon’s shoulder, choosing to completely ignore his complaint as well. “Those two are always so noisy, even now.” Jung Min squealed at Leader’s hands slid up his shirt to tickle across his flat stomach. Kyu Jong snorted, leaning back to watch them. They almost took up the whole bed, wiggling and wrestling, Jung Min’s shrieking laughter almost louder than the soft sound of Young Saeng breathing too close to his ear. Sometimes he couldn’t tell horse-play from foreplay, but then again with Jung Min involved it was all the same. Ohh, multi-faceted pun, way to go.
One moment Kyu Jong was on their side, right and sane, then he was launching himself at the bed and pinning Jung Min’s legs while leader got his arms. Annoyed growls and laughter muffled by sloppy kisses.
“Get off me.” He wiggled, but Kyu Jong was unmovable, pressing his face to Jung Min’s tummy. He managed to nose his shirt aside and blew a raspberry against the smooth tanned skin he found there and Jung Min’s shriek was only barely quieter then Hyun Joong’s braying laughter.
Not like he had a lot of practice, but Hyung Joon was sure that this was not how most orgies started. In fact, in porn there usually a lot more kissing and a lot less tickling usually they just kind of went at it. He probably should have realized by now, that even now they would be who they are.
“Come on.” Hyun Joong was looking at them, slightly flushed and his black hair all messy and sticking up in a weird sort of halo around his face from where Jung Min had probably been pulling at it. It was impossible to tell who had won their impromptu wrestling match. “Plenty of room.”
The bed was big, but not that big, the three of them wrestling took up most of it, and there wasn’t a single spot safe from flailing limbs. In the spirit of things Hyung Joon shook off Young Saeng and tried to weasel his way onto the bed. One moment he was throwing a grin over his shoulder at Young Saeng, trying to look as ‘come hither’ as possible. The next there was a foot plated against his chest and another against his hip and he was being shoved off the bed faster than he could scrabble at the bedding to hold on. His hand slipped off Kyu Jong’s hip and he went crashing to the floor with an undignified yelp. He landed more or less at Young Saeng’s feet.
“Take that.” Jung Min’s cackle and Hyun Joong’s sniggers from the horizon of the dark blue bedspread made him flush in annoyance. Even Young Saeng looked like he was choking on a laugh and he was supposed to be on his side dammit.
“Idiots.” He muttered. Jung Min’s head popped over the end of the bed, wide grin stretching his face. “Stupid horse face.” He mumbled.
“You stay on the floor.” He said with the pout and vanished.
Picking himself off the floor he brushed his pants of invisible dust trying to level the worst glare he could on Jung Min, but the other man wasn’t even looking at him. He’d found the hem of Kyu Jong’s shirt and was tangling his fingers in to draw the other man closer. The fact that Hyun Joong was still caught between them didn’t seem like much of a deterrence.
“Are you going to kick me off again?” He put his hands on his hips.
“Maybe.” Jung Min answered flippantly, the edges of his smirk twisting up. What an annoying stupid horse face.
“Be nice.” Kyu Jong laughed, Hyun Joong’s hands sliding up under his shirt exposing his ribs and the gentle slope of his spine. The shirt caught on his arms, one wrapped across Hyun Joong’s shoulders the other in Jung Min’s hair.
“Never.”
“I hate you all.” He sulked; waiting until Jung Min looked completely absorbed in the colourless game of twister the three of them seemed to have going on. Grabbing Young Saeng’s hand, the other man usually needed a little push to get involved, he enjoyed just watching far too much. Which was usually fine, but Young Saeng’s skin was always so warm and smooth and felt so nice and taught under his tongue. Besides when he was there the others didn’t get to pick on him so much, a meat-shield so to speak. It was like when there were all five of them together things just flowed properly, like the energy was spread between them evenly, it wasn’t the same at all without Young Saeng to share it with. It was a little hard to explain what it felt like.
His lips found the corner of Kyu Jong’s mouth as Young Saeng was swallowed alive by the being that was Hyun Joong and Jung Min all twined around each other. It felt like that first moment when he was standing on the stage right before the music started.
Something like that. But with a boner.
The first time they fell into bed like this his face had been bright cherry-red and he’d never really seen a dick that wasn’t his up close before. Then there had been legs and arms everywhere and at some point he ended up sitting back against the headboard with Jung Min blowing him and an unobstructed view of Kyu Jong fucking Young Saeng. He’d never really managed to regret agreeing that day, despite the mental guilt trips and the tiny heterosexual freak-out the next day. It had been a slippery slope of sin, debauchery and lube from there on.
Kyu Jong’s stomach was flat and he snorted against the side of Hyung Joon’s head a little when his touch was just that shade of ticklish. “Don’t tickle me.” He said and for a moment it was really tempting, then someone’s hand slapped his thigh and he was distracted. It would always come as a shock how flexible Young Saeng was. He was twisted around so he could kiss Jung Min, forcing the younger man’s head back at a rather extreme angle.
“It’s like some crack-pot porn.” He breathed against the heat of Kyu Jong’s neck, pushing his shirt up to his armpits.
“Something like that.” Kyu Jong said back, shifting so Hyung Joon could curl against his lap better, and they were no longer in danger of toppling over the end of the bed. See, that was the only problem was that they needed a bigger surface, and it was never Jung Min who went toppling over the edge in a pile of sheets and rug burn.
“Arms up.” He used his nose to push Kyu Jong’s shirt the rest of the way up, letting him grab it and remove it himself. If he twisted he could press his cheek against the smoothness of his chest and feel the steady thrum of his heart beat. He wasn’t quite able to twist enough to get his mouth on one small dark nipple. When he was changing position to straddle Kyu Jong’s waist with that sole purpose in mind someone grabbed his shirt and yanked it up his chest. He instinctively grabbed at it to pull it back and Hyun Joong laughed against his shoulder.
Kyu Jong was grinning like a loon and was a total traitor to the cause.
“Off off.” Leader bit at his shoulder through the shirt and he had to obey a command like that. It was flung somewhere off to the side, and they would be sorting out boxer and briefs later and arguing over which belonged to whom, usually it was leader who knew perfectly well which were his but was arguing for the fun of it. Hands against his button fly were expected, but they just stilled there, the teasing with the heat of his palms against his trapped dick.
“Hyun Joong.” He whined, the position didn’t allow for him to arch very well into the touch.
“Shh, look.” He said, pressing a kiss against the side of his neck.
Young Saeng and Jung Min had managed to shift position, Kyu Jong could only watch, trapped completely under the combined weight of Hyun Joong and Hyung Joon. Jung Min lay at an angle to them, so that his head was pressed against Kyu Jong’s hip and the older man could run his hands through his hair. The pair of them were shirtless and Young Saeng was on top, glowing with soft pale skin and a small smile. He seemed to be drawing symbols on Jung Min’s stomach and toying with the string to his sweat pants at the same time.
He could empathize.
“Please.” He wiggled again and Hyun Joong bit his shoulder lightly. Hyung Joon pouted and Kyu Jong laughed, looking way too relaxed against the head board and toying with Jung Min’s lips with his fingertips.
Then they were both laughing because Jung Min was trying to bite his fingertips and growling in a rather adorable way. Young Saeng smiled indulgently, shimming down so he could suck a hickey into the skin low on his hip.
“Hey!” Jung Min squealed. “You know I get in the trouble for that.” He tugged half heartedly at Young Saeng’s head.
“You like it too much.” Hyun Joong said with a smirk, and Jung Min’s annoyed look was even better side-ways like that. Annoyed with Hyun Joong’s lack of action he slapped his teasing hands aside so he could lean forward and catch Kyu Jong’s smiling lips. It seemed weird that he would have that half amused and half understanding smile on his lips even when they were having sex. It didn’t taste any different, just the faintest hint of mint and the softness of lips and the hardness of teeth. Kyu Jong’s free hand came up to his thigh and he had the curious feeling of Kyu Jong’s fingers curling around Hyun Joong’s pressed against his skin.
“I’ll get you back later.” Jung Min grumbled, glaring. He could hear Young Saeng’s amused laugh and feel Kyu Jong’s smile.
That was of course when Leader decided it would be a good time to press his palm against his dick and Hyung Joon moaned against Kyu Jong’s mouth and the other man ate up the sound eagerly. He didn’t seem to mind at all being unable to move, and if his legs were falling asleep he didn’t complain about it.
Kissing Kyu Jong was different then kissing the others, he seemed soft and gentle, sucking on your bottom lip, quick pecks and kittenish flicks of his tongue. Just enough that you wouldn’t notice until you were flat on your back and he was above looking just a little smug. If it worked on him then it probably worked on girls all the time too. Hyun Joong was nosing at the back of his neck and humming softly against the short hair there. He might have been just thinking about a song or hashing out a new melody against the ticklish hairs there, it was impossible to say for sure. He arched back a bit trying to press his ass back against the heat of Hyun Joong’s body, beginning to get desperate for the contact.
“Not yet.” With one last pat against his straining erection and a smacking kiss to his shoulder Hyun Joong pulled away. He felt a little chilly, but he could squirm closer to Kyu Jong this way. Twining his arms up around his shoulders and tilting his head into the kiss, trying his best not melt against gentle kisses. It was hard, Kyu Jong was very persuasive and very insidious.
A melodic moan had him ripping himself from Kyu Jong’s lips to take in a shaky breath and turn to watch the other three. Hyun Joong had moved over to speed things up with the other two, now Young Saeng was trapped between the two of them, kneeling and sandwiched as they both leaned up to kiss over his shoulder, Hyun Joong’s hands at his belt buckle caught in between. Young Saeng looked like he was very pleased despite being squashed, dark gaze staring almost blankly before snapping to focus on his face. Hyung Joon licked his bruised lips and offered a small smile.
Between the two of them, they managed to undo his pants and Kyu Jong’s the sharp ends of the zipper teeth threatening to bite at their clumsy fingers. That much closer to being naked.
“Up, off.” Kyu Jong pat his hip and he swung off of his lap, managing to catch himself on the floor before he stumbled. He wiggled out of his pants and found himself again standing on the floor partially naked, with Jung Min sprawled across Kyu Jong’s lap grinning at him smugly, Kyu Jong was laughing and Hyun Joong was wrapped around Young Saeng apparently trying to get naked without moving at all.
“Looks like you’re out again.” He sneered, pretty mouth and lips pulled up in that expression so ugly that it fit his pretty bitchy face perfectly. Hyung Joon sneered back and Kyu Jong looked like he was trying really hard not to laugh at them.
“Those crazy kids.” Leader said resting his cheek against the sharp jut of Young Saeng’s shoulder. “Now now, kiss and make up or there will be none for you.”
“But he’s gross.” Jung Min whined in a rather fake falsetto and Hyung Joon glared at him harder.
“I’d rather kiss a fish.” He declared loudly, and it startled a laugh out of the other man, who quickly schooled his expression into his ‘bitch-please’ expression.
“I’d rather kiss a skunk.”
“I’d rather kiss a snail.”
“I’d-.” Jung Min was cut off by Kyu Jong’s tongue in his mouth and Hyun Joong’s hands on his ass, Young Saeng may have found room in between them to slide his hands under his shirt and pinch a nipple too.
“Enough.” Hyun Joong laughed. Jung Min made some muffled wailing sound, but it went mostly ignored by the other three.
With the other three on one corner of the bed he had all the space he could want on the other side, and a clear view of the rest of them harassing Jung Min. He smirked to himself and folded his hands under his head. Which of course was like waving a flag in front of a bull, there was a flurry of movement, arms and legs and Kyu Jong hissing, and then a mostly naked Jung Min was more or less shoved on top of him. The breath rushed out of his lungs too fast and for a moment his head spun, Jung Min’s face smooshed into the other man’s chest as Jung Min fought the shirt trapping his arms behind his back.
They squirmed like that for awhile until Hyung Joon was on his side with Jung Min’s face tucked against his neck, tongue flicking against the skin threateningly and his hands slipped down the back of his black boxer-briefs pulling him closer. Jung Min’s skin was always so soft, a testament to the moisturizer he carefully applied after each bath, and he couldn’t help himself rubbing his hands along its smoothness tapping out keys against the fleshy part of his ass, feeling Jung Min arch and press into the touch like a hungry cat.
“You still have cooties.” He whispered against Hyung Joon’s jaw on his way to rub their cheeks together.
“Well, so do you.” He responded against his lips as he tilted his jaw for a kiss.
“Let’s share.” The words were practically spoken into his mouth and he couldn’t help but smile a little even as Jung Min bit his lower lip a little too hard. In retaliation he shifted so his weight was settled over Jung Min’s chest, with his hands against the older man’s biceps he could pin him down as he kissed him. It was always a thrill getting one up on Jung Min in their never-ending battle. Since his shoulders had filled out it became easier to physically overpower the older man.
His mouth was warm and slick, soft plush lips yielding to his own and a wicked tongue used for talking way too much finally put to a better use. By hooking his ankles around Jung Min’s legs he was able to spread them and get in between without letting him up, his mouth did slide so he was pretty much tonguing his cheek, but that was okay, it made Jung Min struggle under him, pressing his hip up against his dick enticingly. “You’re getting spit all over me.” He hissed in annoyance.
“Cooties.” He grinned in response, “I’m sharing.”
“You own me, Hyung Joon ended up on top.” Hyun Joong snickered.
“Aw damn.” Kyu Jong snorted. “Like we didn’t know that was going to happen.”
“Hey!” Jung Min wriggled and Hyung Joon needed to center his weight so as not to be bucked off.
“Well that’s how it goes.” Young Saeng said far too evenly, a typical ‘I am amused but refuse to say so’ tone of voice for him.
“Fuck off.” Jung Min wiggled and hissed and Hyung Joon had to hang on tight, powerful legs kicked and twisted and he just barely managed to keep a hold on. When they had sex like this it was always the best, just a little pissed off, but in the most delightful way. He would glare at the bruises on his arms and legs in the mirror when Jung Min was near, but press them ever-so lightly when no one else was looking.
Too much blood in his dick and not enough in his brain, no more witty come backs for the moment, so instead he used his position to press his self against the heat and obvious bulge of Jung Min’s erection, it prompted the feet digging into his ass to let up a little. Which was for the best, he’d made a promise last time that it would be the last time that Jung Min ever left bruises on his ass. He groaned against bruised pink lips, sweet friction on his dick even rubbing against the damp cotton of his boxers was incredible, shiver-inducing despite the heat of Jung Min’s body wrapped around his so tightly.
“You’re too slow.” It was Young Saeng’s voice against his shoulder, dropped with a small smacking kiss.
Then the back of his boxers were grabbed and pulled down and his ass was hanging out and he reared up too quickly, instinctively reaching for the material and almost hitting Young Saeng with his shoulder in the process. Three hands on his back had him pressing right back chest to chest with Jung Min, the two of them blinking at each other.
“Too slow.” Jung Min arched his back, tossed his head, and managed to nip the tip of Hyung Joon’s nose with his front teeth.
“I hate you.” Hyung Joon snarled at him, narrowing his eyes against the other man’s cheeky grin.
“Move your ass.” That was Hyun Joong, and his boxers were being wrestled from his grip and pulled down his legs, poked and prodded until he lifted one knee. He let his weight rest on Jung Min the other man hissing and scratching at his shoulders, and the others stripped him of his boxers completely, well it snagged on his foot for a moment and was then lost.
Even with Jung Min safely tucked away under him, it probably wasn’t the most secure position to be in, ass-end up in front of the rest of his band. Sitting back on his haunches he was looking down at a flushed and faintly sweaty Jung Min.
“Trade you.” Kyu Jong poked him in the hip and Hyung Joon laughed.
“It’s a rip off.” He managed to wiggle out to the side, Kyu Jong taking his place, and swooping down to give Jung Min a lingering kiss. Of course the three of them were naked now, boxers and briefs liberally littering the floor along with pants and shirt and one pair of socks that Young Saeng had been stubbornly clinging too. Now there was only Jung Min laying with his limbs splayed akimbo and tight briefs hugging the obvious line of his dick pressing insistently at the stretchy fabric.
Kyu Jong pawed at his Jung Min’s shoulder, nosing at the jut of bone and managing not to step on Young Saeng whom was pressed right up against them. Revelling in the skin to skin contact between the three of them probably, Young Saeng wasn’t the most of tactile of people. Jung Min twisted and blinked at Young Saeng coyly until the older man smiled indulgently and gave him a kiss.
“Want to fuck me?” Jung Min asked with a smile and Young Saeng grinned, biting his nose the same way that Jung Min had done before.
“Maybe.” He said in a sing-song voice. “I might want to watch Kyu Jong do it.”
“How about both?” Kyu Jong said, all innocent country-boy eyes and the devil’s grin. Hyung Joon licked his lips and couldn’t help but grin to himself. He always liked watching Jung Min take it, he did it with flare and it was kind of like watching porn but he could touch too should the curve of arms thrown above his head, or heaving chest entice him.
“Looks like you might be stuck with me.”
“That’s okay.” He leaned into the embrace, Hyun Joong had strong arms, and they wrapped around his broad shoulders to twine around his back and watch the other three as well. His skin was warm and smooth, and when leader kissed it wasn’t aggressive but it wasn’t passive, it was just lazy. He kissed like he had nothing better to do, and all the time in the world to do it.
The only complaint he had was that he could hear the others moaning and speaking softly but he couldn’t see this way, eyes closed against the flutter of Hyun Joong’s long lashes against his own cheek. When the older man was kissing him like that and running his hands long his sides, his stomach, the points of his hips and the backs of his knees, he couldn’t find it in himself to care about anything else. The older man just had that effect on people, Hyung Joon found himself wanting to please him all the time, be as laid back and mellow as he was.
They must have kissed like that forever, his head tilted back to allow for a deeper penetration, Hyun Joong’s tongue trying, it seemed, to lick the back of his throat. Hands, one coiled around his shoulders in place the other around his neck to his keep head tilted right left his own hands free. The older man’s cock was thick when he wrapped his fingers around it, the angle was all wrong to really get him off, but that was okay, he didn’t have anything to slick the way with anyways. He rubbed the tips of his fingers against the slick head, letting it jump and bounce into the faint touch. It was the weirdest sensation, Hyun Joong’s moan vibrating in his mouth, slick and hot like his tongue sliding against his own.
His own dick tightened in sympathetic response.
“Oh god.” Jung Min squealed behind him, and Hyung Joon twitched, the urge to turn and watch rising hot in his tummy. “Please please please.” He begged, voice cracking on the words.
He tried to pull away, needed to know what they were doing to the other man, Hyun Joong’s fingers dug in, keeping him in place and surprised a groan from his chest. He could have fought it, but the feeling of Hyun Joong holding him in place and licking all the sensitive spots. He couldn’t decide what he wanted more, to find out what was making Jung Min sound so broken, and Young Saeng so excited, or Hyun Joong’s heated kisses.
He thumbed the head of the dick, pressing his thumb against the slit a little harder and rubbing without relenting and Hyun Joong groaned, and bit at his bottom lip gently. “Brat.” Hyun Joong moaned.
Both Kyu Jong and Young Saeng had fingers inside Jung Min, and it made the softest slick sound as they both moved, pretty much holding hands.
“Please please.” Jung Min was barely holding himself up on shaking arms.
“Now that is a view I can’t pass up.” Hyun Joong grinned and Hyung Joon was once again reminded about how glad he was that they had decided to leave his ass out of this until he was more comfortable with the idea. “Too noisy, go keep him occupied.” Hyun Joong tilted his head towards where Jung Min was babbling for more and hissing alternately.
There was a little bit of space between the head of the bed and Jung Min. He was glaring up at him through narrowed eyes, his bangs stuck to his forehead, not moving even when he tossed his head. “Put your dick anywhere near my mouth and I’m going to bite it.” Which was a little less threatening when Jung Min pressed his eyes closed tightly and moaned, visibly rocking back against Kyu Jong and Young Saeng’s hands.
“Well fine.” He’d watched Kyu Jong do this earlier and wanted to try it out for himself. Jung Min’s next moan was muffled against two of his fingers. There was nothing like the softness his tongue, wet and slick, sliding around his fingertips, and then the hardness of his teeth scraping across his knuckles. It was so wet, slick and incredibly hot. Almost like fingering a girl, but not quite. Watching Jung Min’s mouth take him wasn’t nearly as captivating as watching Hyun Joong weaselling his way between the other two to watch the way both their fingers were pressing deep inside of him.
He could only imagine what it would feel like, stretching, and then too full. Something big trying to slide its way up into his ass. It had to hurt, and it had to be uncomfortable, but Jung Min didn’t seem to mind, moaning and pressing his too-hot face against Hyung Joon’s thigh. Jung Min was burning up.
Saliva was dripping down his knuckles and so he pulled his fingers free of Jung Min’s mouth grinning at the other man. “Just fuck me.” Jung Min whined thickly now un-gagged, collapsing against his thigh, breathing hotly so close to his dick that if Hyung Joon wasn’t sure that Jung Min had been kidding earlier he would have tried it.
He ran his hands through the thick hair, it warm close to the scalp, he scratched his nails through it lightly, Jung Min lifting his head into the contact.
“So which one of you is going to do it?” Hyun Joong was resting his head on Kyu Jong’s shoulder but his eyes were anything but dazed, hot and focused on the rest of them. “Rock-Paper-Scissors for it?”
“Fuck the lot of you.” Jung Min hissed, and Hyung Joon groaned his hips twitching up into the heat of Jung Min’s cheek. If his cock jumped and hit his Jung Min’s chin, well he wasn’t trying, it was an accident. Jung Min probably would have bit at him or something but Kyu Jong took that moment to grab Jung Min and pull his hips back, physically moving him back a few feet. He squawked and his arms gave out making him go face first into the bedding. Young Saeng slid off the bed to come sit next to Hyung Joon.
“I think I want to try that some time.” He said, feeling his face flush right up to the tips of his ears even admitting it out loud. He’d said it quietly enough that only Young Saeng heard him, the older man gave him a beaming smile.
“It’s not bad at all.” He assured him, voice soft. “Just watch.”
Hyun Joong was pressed up against Kyu Jong’s back, his chin hooked over the younger man’s shoulder watching intently. Kyu Jong’s hands were on Jung Min’s hips, while Hyun Joong held Kyu Jong’s hard dick in place against the loosened muscle, stroking it and making Kyu Jong twitch and moan but not fucking the younger man with it.
“Stop teasing me.” Jung Min whined.
Even Hyung Joon felt the breath catch in his throat as he watched the expression on Kyu Jong’s face as he watched their leader’s hands holding his cock gently, nudging him towards the younger man by pressing too hard against his back with his own body. He was whispering something against Kyu Jong’s skin but it sounded like nonsense from this distance, it probably was.
“Watch Jung Min’s face. This is my favourite bit, his expression; you can tell how much he loves it.”
“Shut up.” Jung Min said through grit teeth, whining low in his throat as Hyun Joong used Kyu Jong as a vector to tease him with.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t want it.” Jung Min’s face was actually red, flushing with more than the sex. Hyung Joon was blushing too, listening to Young Saeng’s voice and the things he was saying. “Feeling so empty until Kyu Jong’s filling you, so hard inside that you can feel it all the way to your throat.”
Jung Min moaned while pressing his face cheek to the bedspread one hand shot out to grab at Hyung Joon’s hand and their fingers twined together, a little too tight. Then Kyu Jong was leaning down over Jung Min’s back and pressing kisses to the other man’s shoulders and Jung Min was breathing softly, gone completely limp under Kyu Jong.
“Tell him.” Young Saeng reached past Hyung Joon so he could run his fingers through Jung Min’s hair. “I think he wants to know what it feels like.”
“Hey.” He felt his face heat up so fast he was almost dizzy with it. Hyun Joong was looking at him with lazy interest and a smirk; his hands which had moved to Kyu Jong’s hips reached around and swatted Jung Min’s thigh.
“Go on then.”
Despite the situation Kyu Jong was looking flushed and embarrassed too, closing his eyes against them.
“It feels full.” Jung Min finally said, “it feels really good.”
“More.” Hyun Joong was rubbing his rump now, slim hands rubbing circles on the curve of his ass down the lower part of his back.
“Just move please.” Jung Min whined. “It feels like Kyu Jong is doing a piss-poor job of fucking me.” That made the older man laugh, his lips pressed to the jut of Jung Min’s shoulder-blade. With his limited leverage he pressed back against Kyu Jong, jostling him from his spot against his back.
“I can show you a bit.” Young Saeng’s voice was quiet when he spoke against Hyung Joon’s shoulder.
“I,” A part of him really didn’t want to, it wasn’t for him, his mother would be so pissed. Then Kyu Jong was moving, and thrusting against Jung Min’s hips in grinding motions and the younger man was moaning faintly and pressing back against it. He really did love it. “Okay.”
“I’ll be gentle.” Young Saeng was smirking and Hyung Joon cuffed his shoulder for saying something so stupid. “Lay down.” Young Saeng pushed and prodded him until he was laying perpendicular to Jung Min, his shoulder by the other man’s head. It was warm where they were pressed up against each other and chilly across his exposed chest. Young Saeng was so warm chasing the chill away using his body to cover Hyung Joon’s chest and legs, twining them together as he pressing wet open-mouthed kisses to the ridges of his ribs, nuzzling against the sharp jut of bone.
They shifted so that Jung Min was lying against his shoulder face pressed into the bedding just next to him, the ends of his fluffy hair tickling him each time Jung Min shifted with the rhythm of Kyu Jong was pounding him. He ran his hands through Young Saeng’s thick soft hair, holding his warmth close to his chest.
One hand wrapped around his dick made him arch up against Young Saeng’s smooth body, the older man lifting away teasingly to place wet kisses against Jung Min’s cheeks too. They kissed sort of sideways and off target, the wet sounds of lips smacking and tongues sliding right next to his ear. It wasn’t musical, and it was a bit vulgar but he couldn’t help the way his dick jumped into the lax heat of Young Saeng’s hand because it was hot. It was the porn noises that got him, the way Kyu Jong’s breath hitched softly with the way he moved, the slap of skin and the small whines Jung Min made was he tried to fuck himself back on the older man’s dick harder and faster.
Hyun Joong was still whispering some nonsense to Kyu Jong and Young Saeng made this pleasant little hum in his throat when he was really enjoying himself or ate something really good. It bubbled around him smooth sound-waves, the older man moving to kiss him quick and hard before returning to his chest. Tight teeth around one of his nipples, and he flinched, trying to curl his shoulders away from Young Saeng’s mouth. His tongue came next, soothing with a gentle suction and slick lips. Finger tips found the other one, pinching and pulling alternately, and it sort of stung and it sort of felt really good. He kicked and twisted, Young Saeng moving until their legs were staggered, when he lifted his knee it pressed up against the other man’s balls and he ground down, pressing his hip to Hyung Joon’s dick and they could slide together nicely this way.
“Kyu Jong dammit, please.” Jung Min’s voice was a little too loud so close to his ear, but he could hear the slight waver in pitch. It made his heart skip and trip too hard in his chest, and he ground up against Young Saeng as best as he could.
“You heard him.” Hyun Joong said simply.
Then Hyung Joon wasn’t listening anymore because Young Saeng was mouthing his balls and lapping at them with the smooth flat of his tongue. He couldn’t lift himself up on his elbows to watch without disturbing Jung Min who was now moaning into the skin of his shoulder and mouthing at it with the occasional scrape of teeth.
He turned his head so he could watch Kyu Jong, the other man all twisted around so he could make out with Hyun Joong at the same time. The older man was obviously grinding up against his ass at the same time, the three of them rolling together.
He could imagine the way Young Saeng looked, pretty pouty lips lapping at the head of his dick, the tip of his tongue drawing wicked patterns against the smooth taught skin. He must have tipped his head or something because he was sucked and nibbling softly at the bundle of nerves just under the crown and it was hard not to knee him in the head because it was sending shivers rushing up through his spine and he was moaning and arching, pressing his cheek against Jung Min’s hair. With his eyes closed the world spun, grounding on the brush of Jung Min’s hair and the pressure of Young Saeng’s tongue.
It was bright and hot and Young Saeng was taking him in his mouth, sinking down slowly to take his cock deep. Hot hands stroked at the rest of it, what didn’t fit in his mouth easily. He was really getting into it, it was the greatest feeling in the world, silky mouth and strong tongue rubbing and providing sweet friction along his cock. It jerked and twitched and so did he, one hand in Young Saeng’s hair, the other snaking down to catch Jung Min’s.
He let out an embarrassing whine when Young Saeng pulled back, biting at his hip with sharp teeth. “Spread your legs a little more.”
Jung Min took that moment when he was supposed to back out to moan softly and swear in a slightly mewling voice and that was all it took, his legs were falling open and Young Saeng was crawling between them, chewing on the skin of his pelvic bone.
“Good.” He smiled against the soft skin on the inside of his thigh. “Now relax.”
He wanted to say something, and almost bit his tongue instead because Young Saeng caught the head of his cock again and circled his lips and tongued at the slit with enough force to make Hyung Joon’s brain flare as he choked on a moan. The finger caught him off guard despite the fact that he should have been waiting for it, slick with something that the others probably had stashed away in every fold of the sheets. He jolted, his fingers tightening around Jung Min’s and when he pried his eyes open both leader and Kyu Jong were watching him, Hyun Joong watching the way Young Saeng’s head bobbed over his crotch while the other man was staring at his face. Kyu Jong’s face was slack with pleasure, lips moist and parted for his rushed breathing, his flush spread up his chest to his neck and he was shining with sweat, shoulder and stomach flexing with muscle definition as he moved. He closed his eyes, imagining what it would be like to be the one under Kyu Jong, feeling the shift in muscles with his hands as the other man moved inside of him.
“Are you going to let Young Saeng finger you?” Hyun Joong had moved at some point so he was lying down on the strip of bed beside him. He couldn’t respond to that, mouth working soundlessly. Young Saeng’s finger wasn’t inside of him, it was just there, slick and pressing against the muscle, rubbing over it faintly. It felt good, like the touches to his dick-good but different at the same time.
“It feels good you know, like the best hand job.” Hyun Joong was raining soft touches down Young Saeng’s flanks and the other man was arching into the touches without loosing track of what he was doing. “Just relax.”
He wasn’t sure what was so important about relaxing, then the finger was pressing and he got it, tight and almost painful weirder than anything else. The blowjob wasn’t even enough to distract him from the sensation of one long slender finger pressing inside of him. Jung Min was right, it was full, that was a very good way to describe it, like stretching a sore muscle but it was indeed a good pain. He moaned, trying to move away from the feeling and into it at the same time in a jumble of sensation that got tangled somewhere in his brain and resulting in a mess of pleasure.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” Hyun Joong leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, speaking softly against the corner of his mouth. “Can you imagine taking a cock?”
He moaned desperately, couldn’t contain it if he tried, he could imagine it. It would be thicker then the finger and moving deeper, wider god so much wider. It would split him open.
“Yes.” He shocked himself by saying and the finger probed deeper causing him to moan against his leader’s mouth.
When Young Saeng touched something inside of him and he jolted, arms flailing, he almost shrieked. Jung Min laughed breathlessly against his shoulder and Hyun Joong pet his hand through his hair soothing him. He’d known it would feel good trusted them enough to believe that, but not this good, tiny shocks of pleasure flooding through his system with each brush. Between the older man’s mouth and his hands Hyung Joon was a wreck, tossing his head and moaning brokenly for more.
There was no doubt about someone fucking him next time.
He couldn’t stop it; it was like a mouth on his dick, and then if he had another dick a hand on that too, double the sensation washing through his mind, blanking it of pretty much anything. He was probably gripping Young Saeng’s hair too hard, his hips rocking desperately back onto the finger and up into the heat of his mouth. He could just feel the trickle of saliva slipping down into his pubic hair, a slight tickling sensation. His orgasm was drawing himself tightly in his stomach curling so much faster than it should have.
He probably should have been embarrassed that he was whining high-pitched in his throat tugging at Young Saeng’s hair and tripping over the words to let him know that he was coming. It tingled out from his toes and down from his hair coming on in slow unstoppable waves. He grit his teeth against it, not wanting to be the first to give in like this, but it was inevitable.
He moaned whole body going taught for one blinding moment, eyes pressed so tight that starbursts exploded on the back of his eyelids. Then he was twisting against the sheets trying not to kick Young Saeng as he rode it out. He could feel himself jerking in Young Saeng’s mouth; it came from where the other man was touching him inside and from his balls and everything in between. More intense then he remembered, and he could only shake and shiver through it. Slowly it ebbed, being drawn out by Young Saeng’s lips and tongue to the point of pain.
“Stop.” He hissed, jerking and gasping when the other man’s finger slipped free. He felt strangely empty. Young Saeng sat back and stretched his neck out, licking his bruised lips with a smug look on his face.
“Hyung Joon came first.” He twisted, having lost track of where Hyun Joong was, to find him sitting back with one leg curled under him and the other stretched out, dick bobbing and shiny with saliva in Jung Min’s face. The other man had his face buried in Hyun Joong’s stomach moaning softly. “He has to do the dishes.”
“Oh thank god.” Kyu Jong said, sounding strained. He was still sputtering in disbelief when Kyu Jong tossed his head back, hands tight on Jung Min’s hips as he visibly lost control. Jung Min was almost shrieking as his hips were lifted up and back, the slap of skin turning harsh. He watched raptly, Kyu Jong’s bottom lip trapped between his teeth to muffle the groans as he came inside the younger man.
“Fuck you.” He said lying back again. Young Saeng snorted, but he was moving off of Hyung Joon’s legs and kissing Kyu Jong deeply. Young Saeng was kissing hotly, his dick hard and rubbing up against the other man’s stomach, while Kyu Jong still looked all relaxed and mellow. Young Saeng used hands in his hair to force him to tilt his head back and take the kiss the way Young Saeng wanted it, there was no protest.
“That’s good.” Hyun Joong said with his voice thick like syrup. Hyung Joon had to twist his head to look at him, and he was all sprawled limbs, both hands in Jung Min’s hair, watching the other two kiss and Jung Min sucked his dick enthusiastically. Too close to his head it sounded loud and messy, more saliva than anything else but Hyun Joong didn’t seem to mind, his hips minutely rolling in time with the beat. It muffled Jung Min enough that he could hear the deep breathing that rattled from Hyun Joong’s chest.
“Go on then.” Kyu Jong spoke against Young Saeng’s skin, strong arms wrapped around the other man, holding him close. He had to admit they looked good together, pale and tanned all curves soft and strong, not too sharp and bony. They fit together nicely, and again he wondered briefly on the merits of Young Saeng’s chronic voyeurism.
Sprawled on his side he opened his arms for Kyu Jong who was crawling over assorted limbs carefully. He settled against Hyung Joon’s chest, all warm and lazy. They wiggled and twined until they were pressed up together as tight as they could be, legs all tangled and Hyung Joon’s arms across his strong chest. It gave him a clear view of where Young Saeng was sliding up Jung Min, pressing his fingers up where he was still all loose and wet.
“You’re ready for me aren’t you?” Young Saeng laughed and Jung Min shifted pressing back, stopped by Hyun Joong’s hands in his hair.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Hyun Joong chided, and Jung Min pinched the inside of his thigh viciously. Oddly the reaction to that was a visible shudder and a sudden roll of his hips that had Jung Min gagging on saliva and the head of the other man’s dick. He wasn’t given any time to recover Young Saeng holding his hips tight and pressing inside in a slow roll of his hips.
“Fuck.” Jung Min hissed, hiding his face.
“It probably hurts a little now.” Kyu Jong explained, voice low and intimate. He shifted and the soft slide and stick of their cooling skin induced goose-flesh to crawl down his arms. “He’ll be sore for a bit.”
Young Saeng was gentle, smooth circles of his hips had them moving together in a more grinding motion then a thrusting one. Jung Min widened the spread of his knees and pressed back eagerly into it anyways. Hyung Joon wondered if the other man would be like that with him, gentle, treating him like the virgin he was at this whole homosexual sex thing. It was that or Hyun Joong and his dick was just too big to be going anywhere near his ass.
The three of them moved according to some pre-arranged beat, slow and lazy. Jung Min kept trying to speed it up, but he needed his arms under him to help take his weight and there was nothing he could do about it.
Young Saeng looked incredible, lips bruised and puffy against his pale face, too red, and eyes too dark. His hair clung to his neck and the soft roundness of his face; he was moving fluidly some beat in his head and being pressed into Jung Min’s skin.
Hyun Joong wiggled, pressing Jung Min’s head out of the way, stroking his dick with his other hand, the head still in Jung Min’s mouth. There was probably spit everywhere by now, Jung Min’s face bright red, his own hard cock bobbing under him as he used the power in his shoulders to hold himself steady while moving and keeping time with the beat. Hyun Joong fisted his cock, bouncing the head over and over against Jung Min’s tongue, suction and friction too much for him to handle.
His gaze kept flicking between watching Young Saeng fucking him, and the way that Jung Min’s lips wrapped around the thick head of his dick. Hyung Joon watched him. There was energy around him that wasn’t there before the slight rolls of his hips getting more desperate, his hand flying over his cock muscles tightening.
“God, he’s hot.” Kyu Jong said, not bothering to censor his voice and Hyun Joong moaned while smirking. He tossed his head back, hips rolling smoothly and probably creaming Jung Min’s mouth. It went on for what seemed like forever, Hyun Joong’s eyes half-shut with the pleasure of it, twitching as he was assaulted with the aftershocks.
“Yeah.” Hyung Joon pulled Kyu Jong a little tighter to him, pressing his face against his hair and revelling in the closeness. It probably wouldn’t take too much to get him hard again, watching Hyun Joong come had made his dick pulse painfully, wanting to harden but unable so soon.
“Come here, up, like this.” Hyun Joong was left, looking like he was holding up the wall, slumped so boneless in his relaxation. He watched them, wetting his lips when Jung Min was pulled back so he was kneeling, knees outside of Young Saeng’s and they were sort of kneeling up and all folded together like that. The position left them very little room to move, just a lazy sort of bump and grind, Jung Min’s legs flexing with the effort of his rolling hips back. The position freed Jung Min’s hands, trapped under him for so long, tilting his head back against Young Saeng’s shoulder, he twisted until he could kiss under the older man’s ear.
Jung Min’s hands were flushed with blood rushing back into his limbs, and his dick was red and so hard, bobbing against his stomach looking hungry. He couldn’t quite get his fingers to work, probably asleep and Hyung Joon had to smile watching him try, he’d never seen a man so desperate for his own dick. Young Saeng wasn’t going to help him, one arm slung across his chest and the other digging short nails into his hip.
“Damn it.” Jung Min hissed, hands clumsy, but working his cock anyways, short strokes that moved in a different rhythm and he really just needed to make a place for himself and let Young Saeng do all the work. The funny part was Hyung Joon knew that even in a million years Jung Min would never do that. “Please.” He begged and Hyun Joong was grinning too, eyes roaming over Jung Min’s naked chest.
“Just let go.” Young Saeng moaned. He stared, caught off guard as Jung Min did just that, letting his back curl, tightening with a low whine and then splattering his own fingers with sticky come. He shuddered, hands jerking without grace and milking another wave from him. Young Saeng growled softly, both hands gripping his hips to fuck him through it. When it passed and Jung Min slumped, hands on his back pushed him forwards again, so he was slumped face first on the bed.
Kyu Jong hummed and pressed back against him, everyone watching for the finale. Young Saeng visibly let go, eyes falling closed as he shifted angle for a quicker pace. Young Saeng was gorgeous like this uninhibited and moving gracefully; it was quite like watching leader fuck when he could be motivated. Jung Min just tipped forward to take it, moaning softly. Hyung Joon licked his dry lips and ended up licking a bit of Kyu Jong’s hair too.
“Ah,” Young Saeng growled, tipping back, fingertips pressed hard into Jung Min’s flanks. He groaned, coming inside Jung Min.
There was a moment of silence and relaxation all around.
“Get off me, you’re heavy.” Jung Min whined, kicking out at Young Saeng who obligingly rolled off of him and into Kyu Jong, who rolled to accommodate him and Hyung Joon’s foot hit the floor with a loud bang as he clung to Kyu Jong’s shoulder to keep from going over.
Hyun Joong burst out laughing.
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“So how do you get along with your members?” The lady from the interview asked him, smiling and looking expectant, Hyun Joong grinned absently.
“I hate them; they are all terrible people, always picking on me.”
Pairing: SS501 (Hyun Joong x Young Saeng x Jung Min x Hyung Joon x Kyu Jong)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lots’o porn.
Summary: Team bonding, double-S style. Or, in which Baby learns to do it like a man. Or even, five become one, the puns and possibilities are endless.
Where the connection between Jenga and sex lay was a bit of mystery but it seemed that they knew the way. SS501 was good at Jenga. Sometimes when the tower came crashing down there would be slick lips and hot tongues meant to be a distraction, a good idea whispered against someone’s ear and a quick muttered ‘shotgun.’
‘You can’t shotgun a blowjob.’ Kyu Jong hissed making a face.
‘Watch me.’ Hyun Joong said back.
“Can’t we move all the blankets to the floor or something? Jung Min always shoves me off the bed.” Hyung Joon tried not to whine but he couldn’t help the way he sounded, and if it was a little whiny then it wasn’t his fault but Jung Min did really push him off the bed when there wasn’t enough room. Hyun Joong just snickered, some help he was, and Kyu Jong pat his shoulder in a comforting gesture, but he was smiling indulgently he probably thought it was funny as hell. He was so bringing Kyu Jong down with him next time to see how he liked it, the carpeting wasn’t shag.
Just like that, ignored again. Leader flopped down the wide bed and hooked a foot behind Jung Min’s ass and toppled him onto the bed with an ‘oof’ sound. Young Saeng wrapped one arm around his waist and buried his face against Hyung Joon’s shoulder, choosing to completely ignore his complaint as well. “Those two are always so noisy, even now.” Jung Min squealed at Leader’s hands slid up his shirt to tickle across his flat stomach. Kyu Jong snorted, leaning back to watch them. They almost took up the whole bed, wiggling and wrestling, Jung Min’s shrieking laughter almost louder than the soft sound of Young Saeng breathing too close to his ear. Sometimes he couldn’t tell horse-play from foreplay, but then again with Jung Min involved it was all the same. Ohh, multi-faceted pun, way to go.
One moment Kyu Jong was on their side, right and sane, then he was launching himself at the bed and pinning Jung Min’s legs while leader got his arms. Annoyed growls and laughter muffled by sloppy kisses.
“Get off me.” He wiggled, but Kyu Jong was unmovable, pressing his face to Jung Min’s tummy. He managed to nose his shirt aside and blew a raspberry against the smooth tanned skin he found there and Jung Min’s shriek was only barely quieter then Hyun Joong’s braying laughter.
Not like he had a lot of practice, but Hyung Joon was sure that this was not how most orgies started. In fact, in porn there usually a lot more kissing and a lot less tickling usually they just kind of went at it. He probably should have realized by now, that even now they would be who they are.
“Come on.” Hyun Joong was looking at them, slightly flushed and his black hair all messy and sticking up in a weird sort of halo around his face from where Jung Min had probably been pulling at it. It was impossible to tell who had won their impromptu wrestling match. “Plenty of room.”
The bed was big, but not that big, the three of them wrestling took up most of it, and there wasn’t a single spot safe from flailing limbs. In the spirit of things Hyung Joon shook off Young Saeng and tried to weasel his way onto the bed. One moment he was throwing a grin over his shoulder at Young Saeng, trying to look as ‘come hither’ as possible. The next there was a foot plated against his chest and another against his hip and he was being shoved off the bed faster than he could scrabble at the bedding to hold on. His hand slipped off Kyu Jong’s hip and he went crashing to the floor with an undignified yelp. He landed more or less at Young Saeng’s feet.
“Take that.” Jung Min’s cackle and Hyun Joong’s sniggers from the horizon of the dark blue bedspread made him flush in annoyance. Even Young Saeng looked like he was choking on a laugh and he was supposed to be on his side dammit.
“Idiots.” He muttered. Jung Min’s head popped over the end of the bed, wide grin stretching his face. “Stupid horse face.” He mumbled.
“You stay on the floor.” He said with the pout and vanished.
Picking himself off the floor he brushed his pants of invisible dust trying to level the worst glare he could on Jung Min, but the other man wasn’t even looking at him. He’d found the hem of Kyu Jong’s shirt and was tangling his fingers in to draw the other man closer. The fact that Hyun Joong was still caught between them didn’t seem like much of a deterrence.
“Are you going to kick me off again?” He put his hands on his hips.
“Maybe.” Jung Min answered flippantly, the edges of his smirk twisting up. What an annoying stupid horse face.
“Be nice.” Kyu Jong laughed, Hyun Joong’s hands sliding up under his shirt exposing his ribs and the gentle slope of his spine. The shirt caught on his arms, one wrapped across Hyun Joong’s shoulders the other in Jung Min’s hair.
“Never.”
“I hate you all.” He sulked; waiting until Jung Min looked completely absorbed in the colourless game of twister the three of them seemed to have going on. Grabbing Young Saeng’s hand, the other man usually needed a little push to get involved, he enjoyed just watching far too much. Which was usually fine, but Young Saeng’s skin was always so warm and smooth and felt so nice and taught under his tongue. Besides when he was there the others didn’t get to pick on him so much, a meat-shield so to speak. It was like when there were all five of them together things just flowed properly, like the energy was spread between them evenly, it wasn’t the same at all without Young Saeng to share it with. It was a little hard to explain what it felt like.
His lips found the corner of Kyu Jong’s mouth as Young Saeng was swallowed alive by the being that was Hyun Joong and Jung Min all twined around each other. It felt like that first moment when he was standing on the stage right before the music started.
Something like that. But with a boner.
The first time they fell into bed like this his face had been bright cherry-red and he’d never really seen a dick that wasn’t his up close before. Then there had been legs and arms everywhere and at some point he ended up sitting back against the headboard with Jung Min blowing him and an unobstructed view of Kyu Jong fucking Young Saeng. He’d never really managed to regret agreeing that day, despite the mental guilt trips and the tiny heterosexual freak-out the next day. It had been a slippery slope of sin, debauchery and lube from there on.
Kyu Jong’s stomach was flat and he snorted against the side of Hyung Joon’s head a little when his touch was just that shade of ticklish. “Don’t tickle me.” He said and for a moment it was really tempting, then someone’s hand slapped his thigh and he was distracted. It would always come as a shock how flexible Young Saeng was. He was twisted around so he could kiss Jung Min, forcing the younger man’s head back at a rather extreme angle.
“It’s like some crack-pot porn.” He breathed against the heat of Kyu Jong’s neck, pushing his shirt up to his armpits.
“Something like that.” Kyu Jong said back, shifting so Hyung Joon could curl against his lap better, and they were no longer in danger of toppling over the end of the bed. See, that was the only problem was that they needed a bigger surface, and it was never Jung Min who went toppling over the edge in a pile of sheets and rug burn.
“Arms up.” He used his nose to push Kyu Jong’s shirt the rest of the way up, letting him grab it and remove it himself. If he twisted he could press his cheek against the smoothness of his chest and feel the steady thrum of his heart beat. He wasn’t quite able to twist enough to get his mouth on one small dark nipple. When he was changing position to straddle Kyu Jong’s waist with that sole purpose in mind someone grabbed his shirt and yanked it up his chest. He instinctively grabbed at it to pull it back and Hyun Joong laughed against his shoulder.
Kyu Jong was grinning like a loon and was a total traitor to the cause.
“Off off.” Leader bit at his shoulder through the shirt and he had to obey a command like that. It was flung somewhere off to the side, and they would be sorting out boxer and briefs later and arguing over which belonged to whom, usually it was leader who knew perfectly well which were his but was arguing for the fun of it. Hands against his button fly were expected, but they just stilled there, the teasing with the heat of his palms against his trapped dick.
“Hyun Joong.” He whined, the position didn’t allow for him to arch very well into the touch.
“Shh, look.” He said, pressing a kiss against the side of his neck.
Young Saeng and Jung Min had managed to shift position, Kyu Jong could only watch, trapped completely under the combined weight of Hyun Joong and Hyung Joon. Jung Min lay at an angle to them, so that his head was pressed against Kyu Jong’s hip and the older man could run his hands through his hair. The pair of them were shirtless and Young Saeng was on top, glowing with soft pale skin and a small smile. He seemed to be drawing symbols on Jung Min’s stomach and toying with the string to his sweat pants at the same time.
He could empathize.
“Please.” He wiggled again and Hyun Joong bit his shoulder lightly. Hyung Joon pouted and Kyu Jong laughed, looking way too relaxed against the head board and toying with Jung Min’s lips with his fingertips.
Then they were both laughing because Jung Min was trying to bite his fingertips and growling in a rather adorable way. Young Saeng smiled indulgently, shimming down so he could suck a hickey into the skin low on his hip.
“Hey!” Jung Min squealed. “You know I get in the trouble for that.” He tugged half heartedly at Young Saeng’s head.
“You like it too much.” Hyun Joong said with a smirk, and Jung Min’s annoyed look was even better side-ways like that. Annoyed with Hyun Joong’s lack of action he slapped his teasing hands aside so he could lean forward and catch Kyu Jong’s smiling lips. It seemed weird that he would have that half amused and half understanding smile on his lips even when they were having sex. It didn’t taste any different, just the faintest hint of mint and the softness of lips and the hardness of teeth. Kyu Jong’s free hand came up to his thigh and he had the curious feeling of Kyu Jong’s fingers curling around Hyun Joong’s pressed against his skin.
“I’ll get you back later.” Jung Min grumbled, glaring. He could hear Young Saeng’s amused laugh and feel Kyu Jong’s smile.
That was of course when Leader decided it would be a good time to press his palm against his dick and Hyung Joon moaned against Kyu Jong’s mouth and the other man ate up the sound eagerly. He didn’t seem to mind at all being unable to move, and if his legs were falling asleep he didn’t complain about it.
Kissing Kyu Jong was different then kissing the others, he seemed soft and gentle, sucking on your bottom lip, quick pecks and kittenish flicks of his tongue. Just enough that you wouldn’t notice until you were flat on your back and he was above looking just a little smug. If it worked on him then it probably worked on girls all the time too. Hyun Joong was nosing at the back of his neck and humming softly against the short hair there. He might have been just thinking about a song or hashing out a new melody against the ticklish hairs there, it was impossible to say for sure. He arched back a bit trying to press his ass back against the heat of Hyun Joong’s body, beginning to get desperate for the contact.
“Not yet.” With one last pat against his straining erection and a smacking kiss to his shoulder Hyun Joong pulled away. He felt a little chilly, but he could squirm closer to Kyu Jong this way. Twining his arms up around his shoulders and tilting his head into the kiss, trying his best not melt against gentle kisses. It was hard, Kyu Jong was very persuasive and very insidious.
A melodic moan had him ripping himself from Kyu Jong’s lips to take in a shaky breath and turn to watch the other three. Hyun Joong had moved over to speed things up with the other two, now Young Saeng was trapped between the two of them, kneeling and sandwiched as they both leaned up to kiss over his shoulder, Hyun Joong’s hands at his belt buckle caught in between. Young Saeng looked like he was very pleased despite being squashed, dark gaze staring almost blankly before snapping to focus on his face. Hyung Joon licked his bruised lips and offered a small smile.
Between the two of them, they managed to undo his pants and Kyu Jong’s the sharp ends of the zipper teeth threatening to bite at their clumsy fingers. That much closer to being naked.
“Up, off.” Kyu Jong pat his hip and he swung off of his lap, managing to catch himself on the floor before he stumbled. He wiggled out of his pants and found himself again standing on the floor partially naked, with Jung Min sprawled across Kyu Jong’s lap grinning at him smugly, Kyu Jong was laughing and Hyun Joong was wrapped around Young Saeng apparently trying to get naked without moving at all.
“Looks like you’re out again.” He sneered, pretty mouth and lips pulled up in that expression so ugly that it fit his pretty bitchy face perfectly. Hyung Joon sneered back and Kyu Jong looked like he was trying really hard not to laugh at them.
“Those crazy kids.” Leader said resting his cheek against the sharp jut of Young Saeng’s shoulder. “Now now, kiss and make up or there will be none for you.”
“But he’s gross.” Jung Min whined in a rather fake falsetto and Hyung Joon glared at him harder.
“I’d rather kiss a fish.” He declared loudly, and it startled a laugh out of the other man, who quickly schooled his expression into his ‘bitch-please’ expression.
“I’d rather kiss a skunk.”
“I’d rather kiss a snail.”
“I’d-.” Jung Min was cut off by Kyu Jong’s tongue in his mouth and Hyun Joong’s hands on his ass, Young Saeng may have found room in between them to slide his hands under his shirt and pinch a nipple too.
“Enough.” Hyun Joong laughed. Jung Min made some muffled wailing sound, but it went mostly ignored by the other three.
With the other three on one corner of the bed he had all the space he could want on the other side, and a clear view of the rest of them harassing Jung Min. He smirked to himself and folded his hands under his head. Which of course was like waving a flag in front of a bull, there was a flurry of movement, arms and legs and Kyu Jong hissing, and then a mostly naked Jung Min was more or less shoved on top of him. The breath rushed out of his lungs too fast and for a moment his head spun, Jung Min’s face smooshed into the other man’s chest as Jung Min fought the shirt trapping his arms behind his back.
They squirmed like that for awhile until Hyung Joon was on his side with Jung Min’s face tucked against his neck, tongue flicking against the skin threateningly and his hands slipped down the back of his black boxer-briefs pulling him closer. Jung Min’s skin was always so soft, a testament to the moisturizer he carefully applied after each bath, and he couldn’t help himself rubbing his hands along its smoothness tapping out keys against the fleshy part of his ass, feeling Jung Min arch and press into the touch like a hungry cat.
“You still have cooties.” He whispered against Hyung Joon’s jaw on his way to rub their cheeks together.
“Well, so do you.” He responded against his lips as he tilted his jaw for a kiss.
“Let’s share.” The words were practically spoken into his mouth and he couldn’t help but smile a little even as Jung Min bit his lower lip a little too hard. In retaliation he shifted so his weight was settled over Jung Min’s chest, with his hands against the older man’s biceps he could pin him down as he kissed him. It was always a thrill getting one up on Jung Min in their never-ending battle. Since his shoulders had filled out it became easier to physically overpower the older man.
His mouth was warm and slick, soft plush lips yielding to his own and a wicked tongue used for talking way too much finally put to a better use. By hooking his ankles around Jung Min’s legs he was able to spread them and get in between without letting him up, his mouth did slide so he was pretty much tonguing his cheek, but that was okay, it made Jung Min struggle under him, pressing his hip up against his dick enticingly. “You’re getting spit all over me.” He hissed in annoyance.
“Cooties.” He grinned in response, “I’m sharing.”
“You own me, Hyung Joon ended up on top.” Hyun Joong snickered.
“Aw damn.” Kyu Jong snorted. “Like we didn’t know that was going to happen.”
“Hey!” Jung Min wriggled and Hyung Joon needed to center his weight so as not to be bucked off.
“Well that’s how it goes.” Young Saeng said far too evenly, a typical ‘I am amused but refuse to say so’ tone of voice for him.
“Fuck off.” Jung Min wiggled and hissed and Hyung Joon had to hang on tight, powerful legs kicked and twisted and he just barely managed to keep a hold on. When they had sex like this it was always the best, just a little pissed off, but in the most delightful way. He would glare at the bruises on his arms and legs in the mirror when Jung Min was near, but press them ever-so lightly when no one else was looking.
Too much blood in his dick and not enough in his brain, no more witty come backs for the moment, so instead he used his position to press his self against the heat and obvious bulge of Jung Min’s erection, it prompted the feet digging into his ass to let up a little. Which was for the best, he’d made a promise last time that it would be the last time that Jung Min ever left bruises on his ass. He groaned against bruised pink lips, sweet friction on his dick even rubbing against the damp cotton of his boxers was incredible, shiver-inducing despite the heat of Jung Min’s body wrapped around his so tightly.
“You’re too slow.” It was Young Saeng’s voice against his shoulder, dropped with a small smacking kiss.
Then the back of his boxers were grabbed and pulled down and his ass was hanging out and he reared up too quickly, instinctively reaching for the material and almost hitting Young Saeng with his shoulder in the process. Three hands on his back had him pressing right back chest to chest with Jung Min, the two of them blinking at each other.
“Too slow.” Jung Min arched his back, tossed his head, and managed to nip the tip of Hyung Joon’s nose with his front teeth.
“I hate you.” Hyung Joon snarled at him, narrowing his eyes against the other man’s cheeky grin.
“Move your ass.” That was Hyun Joong, and his boxers were being wrestled from his grip and pulled down his legs, poked and prodded until he lifted one knee. He let his weight rest on Jung Min the other man hissing and scratching at his shoulders, and the others stripped him of his boxers completely, well it snagged on his foot for a moment and was then lost.
Even with Jung Min safely tucked away under him, it probably wasn’t the most secure position to be in, ass-end up in front of the rest of his band. Sitting back on his haunches he was looking down at a flushed and faintly sweaty Jung Min.
“Trade you.” Kyu Jong poked him in the hip and Hyung Joon laughed.
“It’s a rip off.” He managed to wiggle out to the side, Kyu Jong taking his place, and swooping down to give Jung Min a lingering kiss. Of course the three of them were naked now, boxers and briefs liberally littering the floor along with pants and shirt and one pair of socks that Young Saeng had been stubbornly clinging too. Now there was only Jung Min laying with his limbs splayed akimbo and tight briefs hugging the obvious line of his dick pressing insistently at the stretchy fabric.
Kyu Jong pawed at his Jung Min’s shoulder, nosing at the jut of bone and managing not to step on Young Saeng whom was pressed right up against them. Revelling in the skin to skin contact between the three of them probably, Young Saeng wasn’t the most of tactile of people. Jung Min twisted and blinked at Young Saeng coyly until the older man smiled indulgently and gave him a kiss.
“Want to fuck me?” Jung Min asked with a smile and Young Saeng grinned, biting his nose the same way that Jung Min had done before.
“Maybe.” He said in a sing-song voice. “I might want to watch Kyu Jong do it.”
“How about both?” Kyu Jong said, all innocent country-boy eyes and the devil’s grin. Hyung Joon licked his lips and couldn’t help but grin to himself. He always liked watching Jung Min take it, he did it with flare and it was kind of like watching porn but he could touch too should the curve of arms thrown above his head, or heaving chest entice him.
“Looks like you might be stuck with me.”
“That’s okay.” He leaned into the embrace, Hyun Joong had strong arms, and they wrapped around his broad shoulders to twine around his back and watch the other three as well. His skin was warm and smooth, and when leader kissed it wasn’t aggressive but it wasn’t passive, it was just lazy. He kissed like he had nothing better to do, and all the time in the world to do it.
The only complaint he had was that he could hear the others moaning and speaking softly but he couldn’t see this way, eyes closed against the flutter of Hyun Joong’s long lashes against his own cheek. When the older man was kissing him like that and running his hands long his sides, his stomach, the points of his hips and the backs of his knees, he couldn’t find it in himself to care about anything else. The older man just had that effect on people, Hyung Joon found himself wanting to please him all the time, be as laid back and mellow as he was.
They must have kissed like that forever, his head tilted back to allow for a deeper penetration, Hyun Joong’s tongue trying, it seemed, to lick the back of his throat. Hands, one coiled around his shoulders in place the other around his neck to his keep head tilted right left his own hands free. The older man’s cock was thick when he wrapped his fingers around it, the angle was all wrong to really get him off, but that was okay, he didn’t have anything to slick the way with anyways. He rubbed the tips of his fingers against the slick head, letting it jump and bounce into the faint touch. It was the weirdest sensation, Hyun Joong’s moan vibrating in his mouth, slick and hot like his tongue sliding against his own.
His own dick tightened in sympathetic response.
“Oh god.” Jung Min squealed behind him, and Hyung Joon twitched, the urge to turn and watch rising hot in his tummy. “Please please please.” He begged, voice cracking on the words.
He tried to pull away, needed to know what they were doing to the other man, Hyun Joong’s fingers dug in, keeping him in place and surprised a groan from his chest. He could have fought it, but the feeling of Hyun Joong holding him in place and licking all the sensitive spots. He couldn’t decide what he wanted more, to find out what was making Jung Min sound so broken, and Young Saeng so excited, or Hyun Joong’s heated kisses.
He thumbed the head of the dick, pressing his thumb against the slit a little harder and rubbing without relenting and Hyun Joong groaned, and bit at his bottom lip gently. “Brat.” Hyun Joong moaned.
Both Kyu Jong and Young Saeng had fingers inside Jung Min, and it made the softest slick sound as they both moved, pretty much holding hands.
“Please please.” Jung Min was barely holding himself up on shaking arms.
“Now that is a view I can’t pass up.” Hyun Joong grinned and Hyung Joon was once again reminded about how glad he was that they had decided to leave his ass out of this until he was more comfortable with the idea. “Too noisy, go keep him occupied.” Hyun Joong tilted his head towards where Jung Min was babbling for more and hissing alternately.
There was a little bit of space between the head of the bed and Jung Min. He was glaring up at him through narrowed eyes, his bangs stuck to his forehead, not moving even when he tossed his head. “Put your dick anywhere near my mouth and I’m going to bite it.” Which was a little less threatening when Jung Min pressed his eyes closed tightly and moaned, visibly rocking back against Kyu Jong and Young Saeng’s hands.
“Well fine.” He’d watched Kyu Jong do this earlier and wanted to try it out for himself. Jung Min’s next moan was muffled against two of his fingers. There was nothing like the softness his tongue, wet and slick, sliding around his fingertips, and then the hardness of his teeth scraping across his knuckles. It was so wet, slick and incredibly hot. Almost like fingering a girl, but not quite. Watching Jung Min’s mouth take him wasn’t nearly as captivating as watching Hyun Joong weaselling his way between the other two to watch the way both their fingers were pressing deep inside of him.
He could only imagine what it would feel like, stretching, and then too full. Something big trying to slide its way up into his ass. It had to hurt, and it had to be uncomfortable, but Jung Min didn’t seem to mind, moaning and pressing his too-hot face against Hyung Joon’s thigh. Jung Min was burning up.
Saliva was dripping down his knuckles and so he pulled his fingers free of Jung Min’s mouth grinning at the other man. “Just fuck me.” Jung Min whined thickly now un-gagged, collapsing against his thigh, breathing hotly so close to his dick that if Hyung Joon wasn’t sure that Jung Min had been kidding earlier he would have tried it.
He ran his hands through the thick hair, it warm close to the scalp, he scratched his nails through it lightly, Jung Min lifting his head into the contact.
“So which one of you is going to do it?” Hyun Joong was resting his head on Kyu Jong’s shoulder but his eyes were anything but dazed, hot and focused on the rest of them. “Rock-Paper-Scissors for it?”
“Fuck the lot of you.” Jung Min hissed, and Hyung Joon groaned his hips twitching up into the heat of Jung Min’s cheek. If his cock jumped and hit his Jung Min’s chin, well he wasn’t trying, it was an accident. Jung Min probably would have bit at him or something but Kyu Jong took that moment to grab Jung Min and pull his hips back, physically moving him back a few feet. He squawked and his arms gave out making him go face first into the bedding. Young Saeng slid off the bed to come sit next to Hyung Joon.
“I think I want to try that some time.” He said, feeling his face flush right up to the tips of his ears even admitting it out loud. He’d said it quietly enough that only Young Saeng heard him, the older man gave him a beaming smile.
“It’s not bad at all.” He assured him, voice soft. “Just watch.”
Hyun Joong was pressed up against Kyu Jong’s back, his chin hooked over the younger man’s shoulder watching intently. Kyu Jong’s hands were on Jung Min’s hips, while Hyun Joong held Kyu Jong’s hard dick in place against the loosened muscle, stroking it and making Kyu Jong twitch and moan but not fucking the younger man with it.
“Stop teasing me.” Jung Min whined.
Even Hyung Joon felt the breath catch in his throat as he watched the expression on Kyu Jong’s face as he watched their leader’s hands holding his cock gently, nudging him towards the younger man by pressing too hard against his back with his own body. He was whispering something against Kyu Jong’s skin but it sounded like nonsense from this distance, it probably was.
“Watch Jung Min’s face. This is my favourite bit, his expression; you can tell how much he loves it.”
“Shut up.” Jung Min said through grit teeth, whining low in his throat as Hyun Joong used Kyu Jong as a vector to tease him with.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t want it.” Jung Min’s face was actually red, flushing with more than the sex. Hyung Joon was blushing too, listening to Young Saeng’s voice and the things he was saying. “Feeling so empty until Kyu Jong’s filling you, so hard inside that you can feel it all the way to your throat.”
Jung Min moaned while pressing his face cheek to the bedspread one hand shot out to grab at Hyung Joon’s hand and their fingers twined together, a little too tight. Then Kyu Jong was leaning down over Jung Min’s back and pressing kisses to the other man’s shoulders and Jung Min was breathing softly, gone completely limp under Kyu Jong.
“Tell him.” Young Saeng reached past Hyung Joon so he could run his fingers through Jung Min’s hair. “I think he wants to know what it feels like.”
“Hey.” He felt his face heat up so fast he was almost dizzy with it. Hyun Joong was looking at him with lazy interest and a smirk; his hands which had moved to Kyu Jong’s hips reached around and swatted Jung Min’s thigh.
“Go on then.”
Despite the situation Kyu Jong was looking flushed and embarrassed too, closing his eyes against them.
“It feels full.” Jung Min finally said, “it feels really good.”
“More.” Hyun Joong was rubbing his rump now, slim hands rubbing circles on the curve of his ass down the lower part of his back.
“Just move please.” Jung Min whined. “It feels like Kyu Jong is doing a piss-poor job of fucking me.” That made the older man laugh, his lips pressed to the jut of Jung Min’s shoulder-blade. With his limited leverage he pressed back against Kyu Jong, jostling him from his spot against his back.
“I can show you a bit.” Young Saeng’s voice was quiet when he spoke against Hyung Joon’s shoulder.
“I,” A part of him really didn’t want to, it wasn’t for him, his mother would be so pissed. Then Kyu Jong was moving, and thrusting against Jung Min’s hips in grinding motions and the younger man was moaning faintly and pressing back against it. He really did love it. “Okay.”
“I’ll be gentle.” Young Saeng was smirking and Hyung Joon cuffed his shoulder for saying something so stupid. “Lay down.” Young Saeng pushed and prodded him until he was laying perpendicular to Jung Min, his shoulder by the other man’s head. It was warm where they were pressed up against each other and chilly across his exposed chest. Young Saeng was so warm chasing the chill away using his body to cover Hyung Joon’s chest and legs, twining them together as he pressing wet open-mouthed kisses to the ridges of his ribs, nuzzling against the sharp jut of bone.
They shifted so that Jung Min was lying against his shoulder face pressed into the bedding just next to him, the ends of his fluffy hair tickling him each time Jung Min shifted with the rhythm of Kyu Jong was pounding him. He ran his hands through Young Saeng’s thick soft hair, holding his warmth close to his chest.
One hand wrapped around his dick made him arch up against Young Saeng’s smooth body, the older man lifting away teasingly to place wet kisses against Jung Min’s cheeks too. They kissed sort of sideways and off target, the wet sounds of lips smacking and tongues sliding right next to his ear. It wasn’t musical, and it was a bit vulgar but he couldn’t help the way his dick jumped into the lax heat of Young Saeng’s hand because it was hot. It was the porn noises that got him, the way Kyu Jong’s breath hitched softly with the way he moved, the slap of skin and the small whines Jung Min made was he tried to fuck himself back on the older man’s dick harder and faster.
Hyun Joong was still whispering some nonsense to Kyu Jong and Young Saeng made this pleasant little hum in his throat when he was really enjoying himself or ate something really good. It bubbled around him smooth sound-waves, the older man moving to kiss him quick and hard before returning to his chest. Tight teeth around one of his nipples, and he flinched, trying to curl his shoulders away from Young Saeng’s mouth. His tongue came next, soothing with a gentle suction and slick lips. Finger tips found the other one, pinching and pulling alternately, and it sort of stung and it sort of felt really good. He kicked and twisted, Young Saeng moving until their legs were staggered, when he lifted his knee it pressed up against the other man’s balls and he ground down, pressing his hip to Hyung Joon’s dick and they could slide together nicely this way.
“Kyu Jong dammit, please.” Jung Min’s voice was a little too loud so close to his ear, but he could hear the slight waver in pitch. It made his heart skip and trip too hard in his chest, and he ground up against Young Saeng as best as he could.
“You heard him.” Hyun Joong said simply.
Then Hyung Joon wasn’t listening anymore because Young Saeng was mouthing his balls and lapping at them with the smooth flat of his tongue. He couldn’t lift himself up on his elbows to watch without disturbing Jung Min who was now moaning into the skin of his shoulder and mouthing at it with the occasional scrape of teeth.
He turned his head so he could watch Kyu Jong, the other man all twisted around so he could make out with Hyun Joong at the same time. The older man was obviously grinding up against his ass at the same time, the three of them rolling together.
He could imagine the way Young Saeng looked, pretty pouty lips lapping at the head of his dick, the tip of his tongue drawing wicked patterns against the smooth taught skin. He must have tipped his head or something because he was sucked and nibbling softly at the bundle of nerves just under the crown and it was hard not to knee him in the head because it was sending shivers rushing up through his spine and he was moaning and arching, pressing his cheek against Jung Min’s hair. With his eyes closed the world spun, grounding on the brush of Jung Min’s hair and the pressure of Young Saeng’s tongue.
It was bright and hot and Young Saeng was taking him in his mouth, sinking down slowly to take his cock deep. Hot hands stroked at the rest of it, what didn’t fit in his mouth easily. He was really getting into it, it was the greatest feeling in the world, silky mouth and strong tongue rubbing and providing sweet friction along his cock. It jerked and twitched and so did he, one hand in Young Saeng’s hair, the other snaking down to catch Jung Min’s.
He let out an embarrassing whine when Young Saeng pulled back, biting at his hip with sharp teeth. “Spread your legs a little more.”
Jung Min took that moment when he was supposed to back out to moan softly and swear in a slightly mewling voice and that was all it took, his legs were falling open and Young Saeng was crawling between them, chewing on the skin of his pelvic bone.
“Good.” He smiled against the soft skin on the inside of his thigh. “Now relax.”
He wanted to say something, and almost bit his tongue instead because Young Saeng caught the head of his cock again and circled his lips and tongued at the slit with enough force to make Hyung Joon’s brain flare as he choked on a moan. The finger caught him off guard despite the fact that he should have been waiting for it, slick with something that the others probably had stashed away in every fold of the sheets. He jolted, his fingers tightening around Jung Min’s and when he pried his eyes open both leader and Kyu Jong were watching him, Hyun Joong watching the way Young Saeng’s head bobbed over his crotch while the other man was staring at his face. Kyu Jong’s face was slack with pleasure, lips moist and parted for his rushed breathing, his flush spread up his chest to his neck and he was shining with sweat, shoulder and stomach flexing with muscle definition as he moved. He closed his eyes, imagining what it would be like to be the one under Kyu Jong, feeling the shift in muscles with his hands as the other man moved inside of him.
“Are you going to let Young Saeng finger you?” Hyun Joong had moved at some point so he was lying down on the strip of bed beside him. He couldn’t respond to that, mouth working soundlessly. Young Saeng’s finger wasn’t inside of him, it was just there, slick and pressing against the muscle, rubbing over it faintly. It felt good, like the touches to his dick-good but different at the same time.
“It feels good you know, like the best hand job.” Hyun Joong was raining soft touches down Young Saeng’s flanks and the other man was arching into the touches without loosing track of what he was doing. “Just relax.”
He wasn’t sure what was so important about relaxing, then the finger was pressing and he got it, tight and almost painful weirder than anything else. The blowjob wasn’t even enough to distract him from the sensation of one long slender finger pressing inside of him. Jung Min was right, it was full, that was a very good way to describe it, like stretching a sore muscle but it was indeed a good pain. He moaned, trying to move away from the feeling and into it at the same time in a jumble of sensation that got tangled somewhere in his brain and resulting in a mess of pleasure.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” Hyun Joong leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, speaking softly against the corner of his mouth. “Can you imagine taking a cock?”
He moaned desperately, couldn’t contain it if he tried, he could imagine it. It would be thicker then the finger and moving deeper, wider god so much wider. It would split him open.
“Yes.” He shocked himself by saying and the finger probed deeper causing him to moan against his leader’s mouth.
When Young Saeng touched something inside of him and he jolted, arms flailing, he almost shrieked. Jung Min laughed breathlessly against his shoulder and Hyun Joong pet his hand through his hair soothing him. He’d known it would feel good trusted them enough to believe that, but not this good, tiny shocks of pleasure flooding through his system with each brush. Between the older man’s mouth and his hands Hyung Joon was a wreck, tossing his head and moaning brokenly for more.
There was no doubt about someone fucking him next time.
He couldn’t stop it; it was like a mouth on his dick, and then if he had another dick a hand on that too, double the sensation washing through his mind, blanking it of pretty much anything. He was probably gripping Young Saeng’s hair too hard, his hips rocking desperately back onto the finger and up into the heat of his mouth. He could just feel the trickle of saliva slipping down into his pubic hair, a slight tickling sensation. His orgasm was drawing himself tightly in his stomach curling so much faster than it should have.
He probably should have been embarrassed that he was whining high-pitched in his throat tugging at Young Saeng’s hair and tripping over the words to let him know that he was coming. It tingled out from his toes and down from his hair coming on in slow unstoppable waves. He grit his teeth against it, not wanting to be the first to give in like this, but it was inevitable.
He moaned whole body going taught for one blinding moment, eyes pressed so tight that starbursts exploded on the back of his eyelids. Then he was twisting against the sheets trying not to kick Young Saeng as he rode it out. He could feel himself jerking in Young Saeng’s mouth; it came from where the other man was touching him inside and from his balls and everything in between. More intense then he remembered, and he could only shake and shiver through it. Slowly it ebbed, being drawn out by Young Saeng’s lips and tongue to the point of pain.
“Stop.” He hissed, jerking and gasping when the other man’s finger slipped free. He felt strangely empty. Young Saeng sat back and stretched his neck out, licking his bruised lips with a smug look on his face.
“Hyung Joon came first.” He twisted, having lost track of where Hyun Joong was, to find him sitting back with one leg curled under him and the other stretched out, dick bobbing and shiny with saliva in Jung Min’s face. The other man had his face buried in Hyun Joong’s stomach moaning softly. “He has to do the dishes.”
“Oh thank god.” Kyu Jong said, sounding strained. He was still sputtering in disbelief when Kyu Jong tossed his head back, hands tight on Jung Min’s hips as he visibly lost control. Jung Min was almost shrieking as his hips were lifted up and back, the slap of skin turning harsh. He watched raptly, Kyu Jong’s bottom lip trapped between his teeth to muffle the groans as he came inside the younger man.
“Fuck you.” He said lying back again. Young Saeng snorted, but he was moving off of Hyung Joon’s legs and kissing Kyu Jong deeply. Young Saeng was kissing hotly, his dick hard and rubbing up against the other man’s stomach, while Kyu Jong still looked all relaxed and mellow. Young Saeng used hands in his hair to force him to tilt his head back and take the kiss the way Young Saeng wanted it, there was no protest.
“That’s good.” Hyun Joong said with his voice thick like syrup. Hyung Joon had to twist his head to look at him, and he was all sprawled limbs, both hands in Jung Min’s hair, watching the other two kiss and Jung Min sucked his dick enthusiastically. Too close to his head it sounded loud and messy, more saliva than anything else but Hyun Joong didn’t seem to mind, his hips minutely rolling in time with the beat. It muffled Jung Min enough that he could hear the deep breathing that rattled from Hyun Joong’s chest.
“Go on then.” Kyu Jong spoke against Young Saeng’s skin, strong arms wrapped around the other man, holding him close. He had to admit they looked good together, pale and tanned all curves soft and strong, not too sharp and bony. They fit together nicely, and again he wondered briefly on the merits of Young Saeng’s chronic voyeurism.
Sprawled on his side he opened his arms for Kyu Jong who was crawling over assorted limbs carefully. He settled against Hyung Joon’s chest, all warm and lazy. They wiggled and twined until they were pressed up together as tight as they could be, legs all tangled and Hyung Joon’s arms across his strong chest. It gave him a clear view of where Young Saeng was sliding up Jung Min, pressing his fingers up where he was still all loose and wet.
“You’re ready for me aren’t you?” Young Saeng laughed and Jung Min shifted pressing back, stopped by Hyun Joong’s hands in his hair.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Hyun Joong chided, and Jung Min pinched the inside of his thigh viciously. Oddly the reaction to that was a visible shudder and a sudden roll of his hips that had Jung Min gagging on saliva and the head of the other man’s dick. He wasn’t given any time to recover Young Saeng holding his hips tight and pressing inside in a slow roll of his hips.
“Fuck.” Jung Min hissed, hiding his face.
“It probably hurts a little now.” Kyu Jong explained, voice low and intimate. He shifted and the soft slide and stick of their cooling skin induced goose-flesh to crawl down his arms. “He’ll be sore for a bit.”
Young Saeng was gentle, smooth circles of his hips had them moving together in a more grinding motion then a thrusting one. Jung Min widened the spread of his knees and pressed back eagerly into it anyways. Hyung Joon wondered if the other man would be like that with him, gentle, treating him like the virgin he was at this whole homosexual sex thing. It was that or Hyun Joong and his dick was just too big to be going anywhere near his ass.
The three of them moved according to some pre-arranged beat, slow and lazy. Jung Min kept trying to speed it up, but he needed his arms under him to help take his weight and there was nothing he could do about it.
Young Saeng looked incredible, lips bruised and puffy against his pale face, too red, and eyes too dark. His hair clung to his neck and the soft roundness of his face; he was moving fluidly some beat in his head and being pressed into Jung Min’s skin.
Hyun Joong wiggled, pressing Jung Min’s head out of the way, stroking his dick with his other hand, the head still in Jung Min’s mouth. There was probably spit everywhere by now, Jung Min’s face bright red, his own hard cock bobbing under him as he used the power in his shoulders to hold himself steady while moving and keeping time with the beat. Hyun Joong fisted his cock, bouncing the head over and over against Jung Min’s tongue, suction and friction too much for him to handle.
His gaze kept flicking between watching Young Saeng fucking him, and the way that Jung Min’s lips wrapped around the thick head of his dick. Hyung Joon watched him. There was energy around him that wasn’t there before the slight rolls of his hips getting more desperate, his hand flying over his cock muscles tightening.
“God, he’s hot.” Kyu Jong said, not bothering to censor his voice and Hyun Joong moaned while smirking. He tossed his head back, hips rolling smoothly and probably creaming Jung Min’s mouth. It went on for what seemed like forever, Hyun Joong’s eyes half-shut with the pleasure of it, twitching as he was assaulted with the aftershocks.
“Yeah.” Hyung Joon pulled Kyu Jong a little tighter to him, pressing his face against his hair and revelling in the closeness. It probably wouldn’t take too much to get him hard again, watching Hyun Joong come had made his dick pulse painfully, wanting to harden but unable so soon.
“Come here, up, like this.” Hyun Joong was left, looking like he was holding up the wall, slumped so boneless in his relaxation. He watched them, wetting his lips when Jung Min was pulled back so he was kneeling, knees outside of Young Saeng’s and they were sort of kneeling up and all folded together like that. The position left them very little room to move, just a lazy sort of bump and grind, Jung Min’s legs flexing with the effort of his rolling hips back. The position freed Jung Min’s hands, trapped under him for so long, tilting his head back against Young Saeng’s shoulder, he twisted until he could kiss under the older man’s ear.
Jung Min’s hands were flushed with blood rushing back into his limbs, and his dick was red and so hard, bobbing against his stomach looking hungry. He couldn’t quite get his fingers to work, probably asleep and Hyung Joon had to smile watching him try, he’d never seen a man so desperate for his own dick. Young Saeng wasn’t going to help him, one arm slung across his chest and the other digging short nails into his hip.
“Damn it.” Jung Min hissed, hands clumsy, but working his cock anyways, short strokes that moved in a different rhythm and he really just needed to make a place for himself and let Young Saeng do all the work. The funny part was Hyung Joon knew that even in a million years Jung Min would never do that. “Please.” He begged and Hyun Joong was grinning too, eyes roaming over Jung Min’s naked chest.
“Just let go.” Young Saeng moaned. He stared, caught off guard as Jung Min did just that, letting his back curl, tightening with a low whine and then splattering his own fingers with sticky come. He shuddered, hands jerking without grace and milking another wave from him. Young Saeng growled softly, both hands gripping his hips to fuck him through it. When it passed and Jung Min slumped, hands on his back pushed him forwards again, so he was slumped face first on the bed.
Kyu Jong hummed and pressed back against him, everyone watching for the finale. Young Saeng visibly let go, eyes falling closed as he shifted angle for a quicker pace. Young Saeng was gorgeous like this uninhibited and moving gracefully; it was quite like watching leader fuck when he could be motivated. Jung Min just tipped forward to take it, moaning softly. Hyung Joon licked his dry lips and ended up licking a bit of Kyu Jong’s hair too.
“Ah,” Young Saeng growled, tipping back, fingertips pressed hard into Jung Min’s flanks. He groaned, coming inside Jung Min.
There was a moment of silence and relaxation all around.
“Get off me, you’re heavy.” Jung Min whined, kicking out at Young Saeng who obligingly rolled off of him and into Kyu Jong, who rolled to accommodate him and Hyung Joon’s foot hit the floor with a loud bang as he clung to Kyu Jong’s shoulder to keep from going over.
Hyun Joong burst out laughing.
~~
“So how do you get along with your members?” The lady from the interview asked him, smiling and looking expectant, Hyun Joong grinned absently.
“I hate them; they are all terrible people, always picking on me.”
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