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jongin likes not being able to tell whose where and when. likes the thrill of hands disappearing from caressing his cheek to smoothing up and down his thighs. when two sets of lips ghosting over his neck turns into two softer, a little more wet mouths biting at his nipples, jongin’s breath hitches and sometimes he’ll whine. if it’s just right.
he likes not being able to tell whose hands are whose. there are fingers in his hair, running down his back, caressing his lower stomach, forming a tight fist around his hard cock. each one is different - different callouses, scars, textures and purposes. he could tell you which hands made a pair and which were different from one another but he could not tell you who was pushing two fingers into his mouth for him to suck on or who was circling two fingers around his hole.
he likes it when he can’t tell whose cock is whose. when sometimes, two will push against his mouth side by side, or another will spread a line of pre-cum down the length of his spine. he likes it when the cock he’s pushing back onto, moaning unabashedly with his head thrown back, may as well be the cock that’s coming all over his chest - for all he knows.
he likes being too far gone to figure out whose voice is whose. when they blend, stick together and come apart in the wrong order and at the wrong times. he likes being reduced to one word answers to voices he can’t recognize, right by his ear or hovering somewhere above him.
jongin likes being on display. he likes it on his knees. sometimes they tie his hands up, sometimes they don’t. sometimes two large hands (kris, jongin sometimes guesses and other times he thinks, sehun) grip at his wrists to keep his movements restricted. sometimes they stretch him out a bed and tie him to the bed posts, other times the push him against a wall with his pants caught around his ankles.
the blind fold is a constant.
it’s simple, smooth and black, when they have the time to do it properly. suitable substitutes have been found to be one of chanyeol’s ties and a bowtie from baekhyun. a scarf luhan bought but never wore anyway, a bandana someone gave minseok as a gift. tao (he thinks, maybe it’s yixing, or kyungsoo) likes to gag him so all the noises he makes are a little muffled. someone (suho? jongdae? or perhaps the both of them) likes to put their hand over his mouth, feel all those breathy moans, the little puffs of air from exertion.
tonight, the situation is pretty standard. their using the blindfold, someone biting at his mouth while someone else thumbs his nipples. there is a raspy voice in his ear, tao or baekhyun, he thinks, telling him he was made for this, made to be owned this way, spread out this way, shown to everyone to this way.
he’s a performer, after all.
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