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Jihoon, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Jun, and Seungkwan are all leaving for the weekend. There’s some kind of business meeting in the next city over involving NEO and other similar establishments. Mingyu, Seokmin, Wonwoo, and Minghao stand on the porch, watching and waving until the car turns around the block.
“What should we do now?” Vernon wonders.
Mingyu pauses, humming thoughtfully. He knows Vernon isn’t asking because he’s bored. The truth is, they all plan to get into some trouble while the others are gone. Whether it’s by sleeping in their beds, building a pillow fort in the living room, having a cup pong tournament, or anything else, they’re going to have fun.
Before they can get into any of that, though, they have to figure out dinner. Jun and Cheol are usually the ones cooking, and they’re both gone. Vernon suggests ordering out, but Mingyu decides to step up.
“I can cook dinner if Chan helps,” Mingyu offers, volunteering for Chan as well.
Chan’s head whips around from where he’s lounging on the couch, affronted. Thankfully, he doesn’t argue.
“Oh, great!” Soonyoung grins.
Mingyu and Chan head into the kitchen, gathering ingredients to throw together for dinner.
“Anyone want anything? I’m raiding Jeonghan’s closet,” Wonwoo declares, headed down the hall toward his bedroom.
“Grab that big grey hoodie for me!” Joshua calls from the living room.
“The brown pullover, please!” Mingyu shouts.
Wonwoo hums in response. When he returns, he delivers the requested items. Mingyu sets the sweatshirt aside, not wanting to splash anything on it while cooking. Joshua skips over and takes the hoodie, bringing it up and inhaling deeply.
He flops onto the couch with a pleased sigh, crushing Minghao beneath him. Minghao’s grumbles and complaints as he shoves Joshua seem to give Soonyoung an epiphany. Why that triggered it, who knows?
“Oh, my god! I just had the best idea,” Soonyoung suddenly exclaims, causing everyone to turn and look.
“What?” Wonwoo asks, suspicious of Hoshi’s antics.
Soonyoung just giggles maniacally, bounding up the stairs. Mingyu, for some reason, feels a little fearful for his future this evening. When Soonyoung returns, he’s holding something behind his back. Mingyu stops what he’s doing— stirring noodles— to watch the big reveal.
“...voila!” Soonyoung sings, holding out a black toy with a plug and a hefty base.
Mingyu swallows hard.
“Jesus…” Minghao huffs, one eyebrow raised.
Soonyoung waltzes over to Mingyu, caging him in against the kitchen counter.
“Jihoon-ah told me he thought you would like it, and I think this is a perfect opportunity,” Soonyoung reasons, looking devious.
Mingyu’s eyes dart from the toy to Soonyoung’s dark expression. It’s more than enticing, especially since the other guys aren’t home. A few scenarios pass through his mind, sending him down a spiral of fantasies involving the object.
“Is that a yes, baby?” Hoshi purrs, running his hand over Mingyu’s hip.
“Um, yes…once I’m done cooking,” Mingyu agrees, stammering a little due to the proximity.
“Well, of course, I’m not that mean,” Soonyoung grins.
Minghao clicks his tongue, dragging Hoshi out of the kitchen to allow Mingyu and Chan to finish cooking. Mingyu’s mind strays countless times as he mindlessly prepares the meal. He can’t help but replay Soonyoung’s words in his mind. Jihoon had recommended it? Were they using it?
Chan takes great enjoyment in Mingyu’s distraction, calling his attention dramatically and teasing Mingyu every time he zones out. By the time dinner is ready to be served, Mingyu is in need of a breather.
No such chance is awarded to him, though, as Hoshi comes dashing in. He takes Mingyu by the wrist and guides him down the hall to Jeonghan’s room.
“Hi, Mingyu-yah,” Soonyoung murmurs, pressing Mingyu onto the bed with a kiss.
Mingyu falls back, whining softly at the sudden attack.
“Hyung-” Mingyu breathes, clinging onto Hoshi’s shirt.
Soonyoung kisses him strongly, running his tongue over the seam of Mingyu’s lips. Mingyu sighs, relaxing into it. The ramen on the table drifts to the back of his mind as Hoshi’s hand slips down the front of his sweatpants.
“Think you can make it through dinner, handsome? I’m sure the others will want to call,” Soonyoung asks teasingly.
“Mn- I’ll try, but- please, don’t…just-” Mingyu trails off, face burning.
“Don’t be too mean? Don’t worry, we’re all gonna take care of you, sweet boy,” Soonyoung coos, reading Mingyu like a book.
Mingyu shudders, nodding. Soonyoung pushes Mingyu’s pants down, rolling him over with ease. Mingyu yelps, turning onto his stomach and bracing himself on his elbows.
“Trust me, okay? I think this'll be fun. But, if it isn’t, tell us. You know that, yeah?” Hoshi prefaces, running his hands over Mingyu’s thighs and ass.
“Mhm, I know,” Mingyu nods.
Soonyoung presses a chaste kiss on Mingyu’s shoulder.
“Let’s see what Hannie has in here, shall we?” Soonyoung smirks, opening Jeonghan’s nightstand drawer.
Mingyu looks over, ignoring the fact that his whole bare ass is out with the bedroom door open. He watches over his shoulder as Hoshi rifles through the drawer.
“Oh? What’s this?” Soonyoung ponders, pulling out a very fancy-looking bottle.
Mingyu watches curiously as Hoshi turns the bottle over and reads the label.
“Premium French Vanilla…no way,” He snickers, showing the label to Mingyu.
In ornate cursive writing, that’s what’s written. Flavored lube fit for royalty, right in Jeonghan’s drawer. Mingyu can’t help but laugh.
“Of course, he would have this,” Soonyoung scoffs.
Mingyu’s eyes widen when Soonyoung opens the bottle without hesitation.
“Wait-”
“If he didn’t want us to find it, he should have hidden it better,” Soonyoung defends, shrugging.
Mingyu accepts their fate, whatever it will be. Hoshi, before actually using the lube, has to try it out. He dips his finger in the fluid, bridging it to his lips.
“Huh…not bad,” He surmises, offering Mingyu some.
Incredulously, Mingyu parts his lips for Hoshi’s fingertip. He smacks his lips, tasting the subtle flavor. Not bad.
“Okay, back on track, ready?” Soonyoung asks, pouring some into his hand and spreading it over the toy.
Mingyu takes a deep breath, leaning forward on the bed and inching his knees apart. Soonyoung’s slick finger circles his rim, prodding inside slowly. Mingyu, having been anticipating this for almost an hour, is a little impatient.
“Add another, hyung…please,” He requests.
Soonyoung hums, listening. His middle finger joins his index inside of Mingyu, and he scissors them apart. Mingyu breathes harder, feeling himself adjust around Hoshi’s fingers. The toy isn’t very large, so Mingyu assumes that three is a safe bet.
“Almost there,” Soonyoung mutters, twisting his fingers with a slick sound.
Mingyu is reminded that the bedroom door is wide open when he hears Chan’s boisterous laughter from the dining room. He flinches, and Hoshi chuckles.
“I told them to wait, don’t worry,” Soonyoung murmurs.
Mingyu feels his face heat up, knowing that they’re all aware of what Hoshi is doing to him right now. Soonyoung adds a third finger and works them open inside. After a couple of minutes, Soonyoung pulls them out and reaches for the plug.
“Here,” He warns, pressing the blunt head of the black toy to Mingyu’s entrance.
It slides past Mingyu’s rim, sinking into him and settling at the wide base. It sits heavy against his perineum, and Hoshi hooks the band around his balls.
“Feel okay?” He checks, adjusting the angle of the base.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” Mingyu answers, shifting his weight to make sure it won’t pinch.
“Perfect. Ready to eat?” Hoshi asks, holding out a hand and helping Mingyu up.
Mingyu puts his sweatpants back on, tying the drawstring loosely to hide his half-hard cock. He’s glad Soonyoung didn’t touch his prostate, or this would be impossible to disguise.
“The food looks great, sweetheart,” Joshua comments when Mingyu enters the dining room.
“Hey, I helped!” Chan reminds everyone.
“You too,” Joshua adds.
Mingyu smiles, going to sit down next to Wonwoo. He slowly eases his weight onto the chair, holding his breath until he’s seated. Wonwoo makes a poor effort not to laugh. Soonyoung takes the seat on his other side.
Everyone dishes out a portion of the food. Mingyu is glad he was able to cook for them, even if it is just noodles and meat. Chan proudly points out his kimchi fried rice, encouraging everyone to try some. Vernon pretends to hesitate as if he’s afraid the rice is poisoned.
“Yah!” Chan complains.
“I’m just kidding, Dino-yah,” Vernon laughs, taking a real bite.
Mingyu tries it as well, and he has to admit it’s pretty good. The first half of the meal is spent eating peacefully. Then, as nonchalantly as possible, Soonyoung pulls out his phone. Mingyu doesn’t pay much attention, not suspecting anything. But, when Hoshi places his phone on the table, screen up, his gut twists with realization.
“Ahnn-” Mingyu gasps when the plug starts vibrating.
He jolts in his chair, bumping his knee on the tabletop with a clatter. Everyone watches Hoshi drag his finger across the screen, sending matching waves of vibrations through Mingyu.
“Who wants a turn?” Soonyoung asks, offering his phone to anyone at the table.
Eagerly, Seokmin reaches out first. Mingyu’s hands fly up, gripping the edge of the wooden dinner table. Seokmin explores the screen, pressing a handful of random buttons and swiping his finger up and down.
“Hhmmnff- fuck!” Mingyu yelps, clamping his thighs shut.
The plug vibrates strongly inside of him. Just as Mingyu feels the first drop of precum leave his tip, the buzzing stops. The phone is passed to Joshua.
“This is very fun, Soonyoung-yah,” Joshua murmurs, changing the setting on the app.
Mingyu gasps again, loud and rough. His back arches, pressing into the back of the chair painfully. The protrusion of the plug starts to flex inside of him, pumping up and down against his walls. The very tip of it brushes his prostate, and Mingyu’s hips tilt against his will.
“Shit,” Vernon swears, watching Mingyu twitch and tremble in his seat.
Mingyu’s cock is tenting his sweatpants, trapped in his boxers.
“Ah- please, fuck, hnnm-” Mingyu pants, white-knuckling the seat of his chair.
“May I?” Chan requests, holding out his hand.
Joshua passes him the phone and Mingyu whines. Chan cranks up the power, forcing a loud cry from Mingyu. His legs kick out, body spasming from pleasure. His boxers and sweatpants are surely getting stained by his precum, but that issue is hardly Mingyu’s main concern at the moment. Then, Joshua’s phone starts to ring.
“Oh? Cheollie’s calling,” Joshua says, turning his phone to show the caller ID.
“Shit, oh- fuck, fuck- please, nonono,” Mingyu pleads, feeling shame roll up his spine.
Chan has mercy, turning the vibrations off while Joshua answers the phone.
“Hi, Cheol!” He smiles, completely innocent, as he props the phone up against the water pitcher.
Seokmin pushes the phone back so everyone can be seen. Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s faces fill the screen.
“Hey, guys! We miss you,” Jeonghan says, shoving Cheol out of the frame a little.
“Are you eating dinner?” Jihoon asks from somewhere off-screen.
Mingyu bites his lip, afraid that even the slightest shift will draw too much attention. He holds himself perfectly still, knowing how precarious the angle of the plug is.
“Mhm, Mingyu and Channie cooked for us,” Soonyoung reveals, completely ruining Mingyu’s plan.
“Aw, that’s so nice. Good job, babies,” Seungcheol smiles.
Chan thanks them like a normal person, while Mingyu can only nod with a weak hum. He knows it won’t go unnoticed; they aren’t stupid.
“Let me see!” Seungkwan demands, taking over the screen with a bright smile.
“Hey, Seungkwan-ah,” Wonwoo greets him, smiling back.
Jun joins Seungkwan, taking a turn to say hi to everyone. In the middle of Jihoon’s account of their road trip, the vibrations start again.
“Hah-” Mingyu gasps, body jerking hard.
He coughs to try and cover it up, but the muscles in his abdomen clench, only adding to the awareness of the plug. He tries to act casual, reaching for a napkin, but then the toy starts thrusting. Mingyu’s elbow slams down on the table loudly, and he lets out a soft yelp. There’s no getting out of this now.
“Mingyu? Are you…feeling alright, angel?” Jeonghan asks.
Nobody throws Mingyu a bone, all waiting silently for him to answer the question. He grips the sides of his chair, straining to give Jeonghan a reply.
“I’m- I’m fine, hyung, don’t wo-rry,” His voice breaks slightly on the last syllable.
Jeonghan’s worried face shifts into one of understanding. Mingyu wonders if he should even bother acting anymore. He looks around the table, trying to find the culprit. The thrusts pick up speed, and Mingyu’s hips kick. His chair slides across the floor, squeaking against the wood.
“You look a little tense, sweetheart,” Joshua adds, voice dripping with faux concern.
Mingyu shoots him a glare out of the corner of his eye, trying to remain composed. He takes deep breaths, using every ounce of effort not to moan. His sweatpants have a damp patch where his tip presses against the fabric, and Mingyu huffs at the sight.
“Please,” He whimpers, almost whispering to Soonyoung.
“Don’t beg me, baby; it’s Jihoon you should be asking,” Soonyoung purrs, voice low and sultry.
It takes a second for Mingyu to understand and process the words. He looks up at the Facetime screen, finding them all in frame with Jihoon in the center…on his phone.
“Oh, fuck-” Mingyu whines, dropping his head into his hands on the table.
Minghao coos at him, and Wonwoo rubs his nape. Mingyu’s shoulders shake with every breath as he fights back moans.
“If you want something, you’ll have to ask them,” Wonwoo reminds him.
Realizing that he’s at the mercy of all of them in this situation, Mingyu finally speaks up.
“Hyung…please- ah- I can’t- at the table, and-” Mingyu stammers, panting and flushed.
Jeonghan pouts at him.
“What is it, angel? Something wrong?” He asks, voice laced with pity.
Mingyu lets out a weak cry, feeling tears prick his eyes. The setting changes again, and his body jolts. Mingyu blinks away tears, trying to look at them on screen. Jun has Jihoon’s phone now, fingers moving furiously across the screen.
“Jun-hyung- please, It’s- I’m gonna-” Mingyu cries.
“During dinner? Darling, can’t you wait until everyone is done eating?” Jun cuts him off, sounding disappointed.
Mingyu sobs, shaking his head. He would love to be able to say yes, that he could wait and be good. But, he honestly, truly, is not going to be able to hold off.
“Can’t- can’t, m’sorry- hyung, please, I really can’t do it-” Mingyu apologizes tearfully.
Joshua sends them a look through the phone, and Jun takes the hint.
“That’s okay, honey. I know you’re trying your best, good boy,” Jun soothes.
The words are just condescending enough for Mingyu’s mind to take them and run wild. His abdomen seizes, cock throbbing in his boxers. The vibrations kick up, and Mingyu can’t see who’s doing it through the blur of tears.
“Please- don’t- I can’t, no- nononono, fuck-” Mingyu heaves.
Mingyu’s orgasm comes crashing down on him, fueled by the shame he’s feeling. He jerks and twitches in his chair, muscles flexing against his will as he cums in his boxers. Mingyu moans brokenly as the vibrations continue. His hips buck spasmodically, trying to escape the sensation.
When they finally cease, Mingyu lets out a quiet sob, collapsing back into his chair. He feels Wonwoo dabbing away his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie, muttering sweet praise.
“Fuck, good boy, Mingyu,” Seungcheol groans, voice gravelly.
Mingyu blinks his eyes open to look at the screen. Jeonghan and Jun are curled around Seungkwan’s shoulders; Jihoon and Seungcheol sit with their legs tangled together at the foot of the bed.
“Come on, baby, lean on me,” Soonyoung says, hoisting Mingyu up.
They all venture down the hall, ending up in Seungcheol’s room. Mingyu falls back onto the bed, feeling his clothes be pulled off in multiple directions. His eyes flutter closed when Wonwoo dips down to kiss him.
“Take good care of our sweet puppy, okay? Show him how perfect he is,” Jeonghan rumbles through the phone.
“We will, hyung, don’t worry,” Seokmin promises.
Seokmin places Joshua’s phone on Seungcheol’s charger stand, allowing them a full view of the bed. Wonwoo pulls back, eyeing Mingyu hungrily. The cool air in the bedroom raises goosebumps on Mingyu’s bare skin.
“How about I clean you up, hyung,” Chan suggests, crawling down the bed.
Mingyu nods, dazed and still very horny. Chan drags his lips down Mingyu’s torso, coming to a stop when he reaches Mingyu’s crotch. Chan maintains eye contact as he licks up Mingyu’s cum, smeared over his cock and groin. Mingyu’s cock jumps, rapidly hardening.
“You look so pretty, hyung,” Seungkwan comments, sounding close to the mic.
Mingyu hums, thanking him. Minghao’s nimble fingers cup Mingyu’s jaw, tilting his chin up for a kiss. Wonwoo’s lips press to Mingyu’s neck, nipping and sucking on the skin.
“You’re so cute, sweetheart,” Joshua murmurs, sitting next to Mingyu on the bed.
Mingyu smiles. He gasps when a second pair of lips land near his cock. Minghao pulls away, giving Mingyu a chance to look down. Vernon and Chan are both eagerly licking and mouthing at the skin around Mingyu’s dick.
“Did you have fun, baby? It wasn’t too much?” Soonyoung asks, checking in.
“It was perfect,” Mingyu breathes, shaking his head.
Soonyoung smiles, endeared. Wonwoo sinks his teeth into Mingyu’s neck, just below his jaw. Mingyu can practically feel the blood being drawn to the surface of his skin as Wonwoo sucks hard on the area.
“Give him one for me, Wonu-yah,” Seungcheol requests, voice rougher.
Mingyu turns his head to look at the screen, feeling dizzy at the sight. Seungkwan has Jeonghan and Jun devouring his neck from both sides. Jihoon has his hand down Cheol’s pants, and vice versa.
“Mhm,” Wonwoo hums, dutifully starting a new mark just below the first.
Mingyu’s hips buck when Chan’s lips brush his shaft. Vernon ventures lower, running his tongue over Mingyu’s balls.
“Is this okay, baby? Or would you rather we continue without?” Soonyoung asks, holding up his phone, open to the app.
Mingyu considers it. It’d be a waste to take it out now, right?
“I want it in…just- just the vibrating, though, please,” Mingyu answers, unsure if he could handle any more of the thrusting setting.
Soonyoung nods. He taps on the screen, and Mingyu anticipates the buzzing. It comes at the same moment Chan closes his lips around Mingyu’s tip.
“Fuck- ah- ah, please, shit- feels good,” Mingyu groans, squeezing his hands around the sheets.
“Here, hyung,” Minghao offers, taking Mingyu’s wrist and slipping his hand into Mingyu’s.
“Th- thank you,” Mingyu pants, lacing their fingers together gratefully.
Minghao hums, leaving a soft kiss on Mingyu’s knuckle. Vernon takes a break from what he’s doing, tapping Chan on the shoulder. Mingyu watches, confused, as Vernon whispers something in Chan’s ear. What are they plotting?
“So handsome, baby,” Joshua murmurs, distracting Mingyu.
Joshua shuffles in right next to Wonwoo, leaning down to lick Mingyu’s nipples. Mingyu shudders, moaning softly. The sound of kissing draws Mingyu’s attention, and he looks up. Minghao, still holding Mingyu’s hand, is now making out with Seokmin. Mingyu is surrounded on all sides, and he loves it.
Chan and Vernon conclude their deliberation and lean back down. Mingyu cries out when Seokmin starts toying with his nipple. Chan and Vernon hover over Mingyu’s cock, faces almost touching. They both lick over his tip, taking turns and kissing in between.
“Taking it so well, baby,” Seokmin murmurs.
Soonyoung turns the vibrations up. Seokmin locks eyes with Mingyu as he reaches over, pushes two fingers into Joshua’s mouth, and then uses them to rub Mingyu’s nipples. His chest is already covered in spit, but Seokmin makes it look so filthy. Joshua didn’t even react when Seokmin shoved his hand past his lips.
“Ah- please, oh, fuck- more- may I? Please, just a little-” Mingyu pleads, squeezing his eyes shut, sending tears down his temples.
“You want some more, baby? Of course,” Soonyoung permits, raising the level in the app.
The vibrations are stronger, edging on too much. Mingyu’s abdomen clenches, and his hips twitch like crazy.
“Fuck, hyung,” Vernon pulls off to remark, lips shiny with spit.
Mingyu whimpers. Minghao pulls Mingyu’s thigh out to the side, spreading his legs open. He presses his lips to Mingyu’s knee, trailing down to his thigh slowly. Seokmin leans down to use his mouth directly on Mingyu’s nipples, taking over for Joshua. The fact that Seokmin is licking up Joshua’s spit on Mingyu’s chest is utterly insane. It’ll keep Mingyu up at night.
A breathy moan from the phone makes Mingyu turn. He looks over just in time to see Jeonghan throw his head back, moaning, as he cums down Jun’s throat. Seungkwan watches on, leaning into Jeonghan. Mingyu mourns the fact that he didn’t see Seungkwan cum.
Jihoon and Seungcheol are kissing sloppily, panting into each other's mouths. Both of their hands are moving quickly just out of the frame. Mingyu wishes he could pay full attention, but Minghao has just reached Mingyu’s hip. He leaves a wet kiss there before sitting back.
“So fucking pretty,” Minghao utters, gripping a handful of Mingyu’s inner thigh.
Mingyu yelps, back arching when Minghao pushes on the base of the plug.
“Oh, fuck! Please, oh, fuckfuckfuck- I’m close, close-” Mingyu rasps, squeezing Minghao’s hand with all his might.
“Gonna cum, baby?” Seokmin mutters, voice low in Mingyu’s ear.
“Yes- ah- fuck, yes, please-” Mingyu nods.
“Fuck, hyung, wanna make you cum, please, do it,” Chan urges, stroking Mingyu’s cock while Vernon sucks his tip.
“Cum for us, baby,” Seungcheol grunts.
Joshua and Wonwoo meet in a heated kiss right by Mingyu’s side, and the sight of their lips slotting together is enough to push him over the edge.
“Fuck, m’cumming- ah- ah- please, fuck-” Mingyu moans, shooting cum between Chan and Vernon’s mouths.
He whimpers, sobbing softly as pleasure wracks his body. His cock throbs, pulsing as thick ropes of cum spill from his tip. Mingyu heaves for air, panting hard.
“Good boy, that’s it,” Soonyoung soothes, rubbing Mingyu’s clenched abdomen.
“Fuck,” Wonwoo swears, watching Vernon and Chan share Mingyu’s release.
Minghao slowly pulls the plug out of Mingyu, drawing a soft whine from him. Mingyu shudders when it slips free.
“Call you back after we settle down?” Joshua says, reaching for his phone.
“Mhm, talk in a bit,” Jeonghan nods.
Joshua ends the call before returning to Mingyu’s side. Gazing around at the wonderful men who just gave Mingyu the best orgasm of his life, he can’t ignore the fact that all of them are hard, and nobody is naked except for him. That is a problem he needs to solve.
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“Fuck! Mingyu- baby,” Seokmin gasps, hands flying up to hold onto Mingyu’s waist.
“You can cum inside, hyung, I want you to,” Mingyu says, grinding his hips.
Seokmin’s cock drags along Mingyu’s sensitive walls, filling him up perfectly. Seokmin’s hips buck up, leading the pace. Mingyu doesn’t stop him, happy to let Seokmin take what he wants. Joshua stands on the bed, planting one foot on either side of Seokmin’s torso.
“I want yours, too, Shua-hyung,” Mingyu grins, pulling Joshua in and taking his cock down to the base.
“Oh, fuck- Mingyu, sweetheart- your mouth is fucking amazing, always so good,” Joshua groans, shallowly fucking Mingyu’s throat.
Mingyu hums around him, closing his eyes as Seokmin bounces him on his cock. There’s a sweet moan beside him, and Mingyu opens his eyes to find Soonyoung and Wonwoo sucking each other off.
“Hn- remember when we did that, baby?” Joshua huffs a laugh, watching as the two bob their heads.
Mingyu moans around Joshua, nodding. Chan lets out a wail, collapsing onto his elbows as Minghao eats him out. They’re halfway on the floor, with Vernon sitting on the very edge of the bed. Minghao, completely focused and committed, is crouched on the carpet. Vernon guides his cock into Chan’s open mouth, swearing as he’s enveloped by the wet heat.
“Mmnf- Soonyoung-ah, fuck- gonna cum,” Wonwoo warns, thighs shaking as he holds his hips above Soonyoung’s face.
There’s a garbled hum that must be some kind of approval. Hoshi’s hands wrap around Wonwoo’s thighs, grabbing his ass. Wonwoo yelps and Soonyoung pulls him down. Wonwoo bites out a rough moan as his cock slides down Soonyoung’s throat.
“Hmnn- fuck- cumming-” Wonwoo strains, back bowing slightly as he cums in Soonyoung’s mouth.
Mingyu hums around Joshua, thoroughly enjoying the view. Seokmin does as well, fucking up harder. Wonwoo dismounts Soonyoung, shuffling around to take him back into his mouth. He bobs his head quickly, slurping loudly around Hoshi’s shaft. Soonyoung’s hips twitch as Wonwoo sucks him off expertly. It doesn’t take long for Soonyoung to gasp out a warning before cumming down Wonwoo’s throat.
Mingyu hears Chan’s muffled moaning as he sucks Vernon’s cock. Minghao works his jaw, flexing his tongue inside of Chan. Mingyu whimpers when Seokmin’s hand closes around his cock.
“I’m close- fuck, m’gonna cum,” He pants.
Mingyu bobs his head faster, trying to get Joshua over the edge as well. Seokmin strokes Mingyu’s cock loosely, hips bucking up. With a soft, airy moan, Seokmin cums inside Mingyu, filling him with warmth. Mingyu’s cock jumps, spilling cum over Seokmin’s hand and stomach.
“Fuck, me too- cumming-” Joshua moans sweetly, flooding Mingyu’s mouth with his release.
Mingyu swallows around him, sucking him dry before pulling off. He watches, panting, as Vernon also tips over the edge and cums in Chan’s mouth. Most of it spills out, though, when Chan’s jaw drops with a loud moan. Minghao’s fingers dig into the flesh of his ass, leaving faintly pink handprints on Chan’s pale skin.
“Oh, my god- shit- gonna cum, Hao- hyung-” Chan croaks, back bowing.
He cries out, high-pitched and desperate. Chan’s cock pulses, and he streaks the carpet with his cum. He whimpers and whines, panting as his cock jumps beneath him. Minghao pulls away with a slick sound, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Joshua climbs off of the bed, pouncing on Minghao.
“Hyung? You- ahhnm-” Minghao yelps, being shoved against the side of the bed.
Joshua licks into his mouth, undoubtedly tasting Chan on Minghao’s tongue. He reaches down and jerks Minghao off. It’s incredible how patient Minghao is, having waited this entire time for a turn. Mingyu wishes he could help, but his legs feel like they’re made of steel.
“Hnnm-” Minghao moans into Joshua’s mouth, hips kicking as Joshua pumps his fist.
In moments, Minghao’s lips part around a gasp, and his abs clench tight. Joshua fists his cock, catching most of Minghao’s cum in his hand.
As soon as Minghao’s orgasm fades, they all collapse. Seokmin and Joshua eventually get up and clean off. Slowly, the rest of them stir to take showers. Mingyu emerges from the bathroom after his shower with Wonwoo, finding Chan looking absolutely mortified.
“He’s gonna kill me,” He whispers, staring wide-eyed at the stain on the carpet.
“Shit,” Mingyu swears.
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“We’re home!” Jun sings, entering the house with Jihoon, Cheol, Seungkwan, and Jeonghan close behind.
Mingyu and Chan lock eyes. Vernon brings a finger over his lips.
“What they don’t know can’t hurt them,” Vernon whispers.
The secret lasts about a day before Hoshi accidentally lets it slip.
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