Nice Day
ʚ Title: Nice Day for everyone ♡
ʚ Pairing(s): Xiumin/Kyungsoo/Everyone
ʚ Rating: NC-17
ʚ Warnings: gangbang, spanking, double penetration, cum play, voyeurism/exhibitionism
ʚ Word count: 2,605 words
ʚ Summary: Kyungsoo and Xiumin know that the other nine members find them adorable, especially when they are together. What will happen when the two "squishy" members decide to give their fellow members fanservice?
ʚ Author’s notes/Messages for the recipient: Hello, recipient! Uhh... hope you like porn... It was a bumpy road but I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it just as much! You had requested no Kris, which I assumed was probably because of the lawsuit, so I eliminated Luhan as well, although I wasn't sure if that's what you would want or not. At the very least I hope you enjoy it for what it is!!
Minseok and Kyungsoo know they are the favorites. It’s obvious, really. Minseok especially has a string of doting admirers, but Kyungsoo has an almost equally long, if less obvious, string.
They have no delusions about how they look, know exactly the effect their sort of innocent, childish good looks have on people and exactly what it can get them. Throughout the years the two of them have grown increasingly good at getting exactly what they want out of each of the members.
It’s little things that do it, mostly - a lingering public touch for the fans to titter over, a bit of aegyo - tiny pieces of apparent favoritism that win them exactly what they want without fail. And God forbid they join forces - before the might of their combined desirability even the usually levelheaded Joonmyun isn’t impervious.
The situation begins in just such a fashion, Minseok and Kyungsoo wanting something badly and joining together to get it. This time it's a desire for the dorm to stay clean, for once, and against possible expectations this is a near Herculean task, involving everyone, and requires really bringing out the Big Guns.
The Big Guns are, to specify, having sex in the middle of the kitchen, because if nothing else most everyone loves seeing something apparently innocent defiled, all the better if there are two innocent somethings defiling each other.
It is a most thoroughly planned seduction. They pick the day carefully, one when everyone is free. The timing, too, is careful, and the placement. It makes sense for Kyungsoo to be in the kitchen, the place where he spends the majority of his free time, and by late afternoon the members will begin to cycle in and out in pursuit of food.
~~~
Kyungsoo slips easily into the submissive role. For all his bite and need for control, he often just wants someone else to take the reins and hold off the stress of playing mother to 9 other boys. Minseok pushes him roughly down on the table, diving immediately to nip at his neck, nibble up the tendon where it stands out against the milky flesh, over the dark moles and along Kyungsoo’s jaw to his mouth.
His lips are soft, warm, parting easily for Minseok’s questing tongue as he pants into the older man’s mouth. Minseok’s tongue is skillful, lightly stroking the roof of his mouth and drawing out a full body shiver at the sensation.
Kyungsoo brings one leg up from where it has been dangling limply over to edge of the table to wrap around the back of Minseok’s thigh, drawing him in slightly and rutting his hips up into where he can feel Minseok beginning to harden inside his pants. Minseok groans at the pressure, mouth slipping off Kyungsoo’s in favor of mouthing back down his throat. He growls when he runs up against the collar of Kyungsoo’s sweater, hands pulling away from where they’d been laced with Kyungsoo’s to slide up under the dark cloth.
Minseok pushes Kyungsoo’s sweater up past hardening nipples to bunch under his arms, ignoring Kyungsoo’s hiss as his back meets the chill of the table. He loves the softness of Kyungsoo’s stomach, the way it contrasts with his own hard-won sharp edges and toned abs. Minseok nudges Kyungsoo to sit up slightly and remove his shirt the rest of the way, taking the opportunity to remove his own shirt as well. It was barely off before Minseok was already biting at Kyungsoo’s collarbones, licking down over cute coral nipples and smooth soft stomach to Kyungsoo’s navel.
It is remarkably sensitive, a little-known weak spot Minseok has found only through extensive exploration and experimentation. Minseok licks around the rim, smirking at the light quivering of Kyungsoo’s stomach before dipping the tip of that skillful tongue into the hole.
A thin, high whine slips out of Kyungsoo’s mouth, eyes clenching tight as the feeling shoots straight to his cock. He can’t explain it, really, the appeal of Minseok teasing his navel, knows only that it makes him feel wonderfully good yet also incredibly dirty, which has its own inexplicable appeal.
The whine rises in both volume and pitch as Minseok fixes his mouth around the navel to suck, before biting lightly on the rim and tugging. Kyungsoo’s voice peaks before breaking, his hips twitching sharply upward, seeking relief to the sharp spike of pleasure. Minseok smiles at the reaction, as always amazed and pleased at Kyungsoo’s sensitivity.
He pulls back slightly, working at the button of Kyungsoo’s pants before pulling them down together with snug briefs. Kyungsoo’s cock sits heavy against his thigh, precome dripping a trail down his leg to pool on the table. It isn’t an especially impressive cock in terms of size, but it is a soft pink in color, shapely, and beautifully proportional to his body. Minseok loves it, and hardly hesitates to trace the line of liquid with his tongue up to lick delicately at the head of Kyungsoo’s cock.
Kyungsoo’s thighs shiver before he yelps at Minseok’s tongue against his sensitive head. Minseok nibbles down to the base, drawing more moans, before licking back up to the tip, licking over his own lips before slipping the head into his mouth. Minseok hears Kyungsoo’s breath shudder out as his lips tighten around the cock. He laves around the head, tongue digging into the slit as Kyungsoo whines and slides his hands across the table seeking something to hold on to.
Minseok hums quietly and slowly takes more of Kyungsoo’s cock into his mouth, inch by inch until his nose buries in neatly trimmed dark hair. Kyungsoo’s hands fly at last to tangle in his hair and Minseok groans at the tug, pulling an answering moan from Kyungsoo. The skill of Minseok’s tongue translates well to his skill in giving blowjobs, and Kyungsoo is reduced rapidly to a moaning wreck, hands clutching helplessly in Minseok’s hair.
Minseok carefully untangles Kyungsoo’s fingers from his hair, moving them instead to grip the backs of Kyungsoo’s own thighs, pulling them back to his chest and spreading himself as a feast for Minseok to devour.
Minseok nibbles his way around the base of Kyungsoo’s cock and down his taint, biting sharply at the inner curve of one buttock. He ignores Kyungsoo’s yelp of pleasure-pain, soothing the bite with his tongue before circling Kyungsoo’s hole. Kyungsoo moans as Minseok buries his face between soft thighs and drives his tongue into the tight hole.
“Fucking hell, that’s hot.” The voice echoes around the kitchen along with Kyungsoo’s moans. Minseok slips his tongue free, looking over his shoulder to see Sehun standing in the doorway, and smirks.
Sehun is flushed, slight pink spreading from his ears down his neck to disappear into his shirt collar. He licks his lips, and Minseok mirrors the motion, “come hither” expression blatant in his eyes.
Sehun steps forward, hesitance evident, one step then another. For all his obvious nerves, Kyungsoo’s moans as Minseok returns to his task seem to draw Sehun in. He draws up to the table before ghosting one hand down Kyungsoo’s soft chest, and Kyungsoo moans as Sehun’s hands brush over sensitive nipples.
“So, maknae.” Minseok speaks without pulling his mouth away, and Kyungsoo squeals and tugs sharply at Minseok’s hair at the vibrations against his hole. “What’re you waiting for?”
Sehun needs no more prompting. For all his initial nervousness about what his hyungs were - well, not so much implying as saying outright, the sounds Kyungsoo was making and the picture of Minseok buried between his thighs proved too much for his hormone-fueled brain to handle.
Sehun all but dives for Kyungsoo’s mouth, undone in the end by white teeth digging into bitten red lips. He moans, tugging at Kyungsoo’s lower lip with his teeth before working his way down to peaked nipples, dark from Minseok’s earlier attentions. The sight of them, bruised and swollen against porcelain skin, is intoxicating, as is the taste of Kyungsoo’s skin, a mixture of his own natural sweetness and the barely-there salt of light fresh sweat.
Sehun is far too preoccupied with Kyungsoo’s chest to truly absorb what is going on around him, so the loud yelp as Minseok pushes inside comes as a shock, the jerk of Kyungsoo’s body making Sehun’s teeth snap together and only narrowly avoid his tongue.
Sehun takes the moment to pull back and truly absorb the sight before him. If he shifts just slightly to the left he can see the point where Minseok and Kyungsoo are joined, and the pull of Kyungsoo’s tight hole around Minseok’s dick is hotter than anything Sehun can really remember seeing before.
He moves to kneel behind Minseok, tapping lightly against the inside of his hyung’s thighs to spread them just the bit wider. He has to duck down to fit, and the whole position is slightly overcomplicated, but Sehun scoots directly underneath of Minseok, between his thighs. From here, looking up, he can get a perfect view of Kyungsoo’s stretched hole, obscured every few seconds by the heavy swing of Minseok’s balls smacking lightly against Kyungsoo’s ass.
Sehun can hardly handle the sight any more. He shifts slightly, shuffling around a bit before tilting his head back and dragging his tongue slowly a around the area where his hyungs are joined. Above him, Minseok shudders, thighs pressing in slightly around Sehun’s ears, and Kyungsoo’s moan breaks into a high, sharp whine.
Kyungsoo’s hand works its way down to tug on Sehun’s hair, banging his head lightly into the edge of the table. Sehun scrambles back, standing to look at Kyungsoo, who catches hold of his hand and tugs him close, pulling Sehun’s cock into his mouth and sucking him down. Sehun’s groan of pleasure cuts through Jongin and Zitao’s requests for food and brings them to a halt in the entrance to the kitchen.
Kyungsoo pulls off of Sehun’s cock, taking it in hand, before staring at the two newcomers and moaning, mouth pink and inviting. Jongin need no more prompting before they too are moving forward, taking their places around the kitchen table.
One by one the remaining members filter into the kitchen, taken in by the sight of everyone’s favorites so entwined, the defilement of those two so seemingly pure.
~~~
Kyungsoo and Minseok’s teeth clack, spit-slick mouths meeting sloppily as Chanyeol and Jongdae pound into them where they’re bent over opposite sides of the table. The others mingle around the fringes of the room in various states of dishabille, cocks in hand. Sehun, already spent, has fallen largely by the wayside, while Joonmyun and Yixing remain almost entirely clothed.
Chanyeol shudders, surprisingly silent as he reaches his end inside of Kyungsoo, who whines into Minseok’s mouth at the feeling heat painting his insides. Chanyeol rests a moment before pulling away to slump down the wall wearily. Baekhyun took his place quickly, using his cock to plug the drip of cum from Kyungsoo’s ass.
As with everything else, Baekhyun is quick, loud, sloppy, finishing quickly before replacing his cock with long fingers, massaging Kyungsoo’s prostate deliberately until he is quaking, teeth digging into his arm and cock humping onto the table.
At the same time Jongdae pulls himself out sharply, Minseok yelping at the shocking emptiness and the sharp slap that follows, and takes his cock in hand, jerking himself roughly to completion up Minseok’s back before spreading his release across Minseok’s back down to the lingering red handprint on his ass.
Yixing doesn't hesitate to take his place, smoothing his hands in turn up sharply muscled thighs before spreading Minseok's cheeks to expose his hole, red and swollen and shining with Jongdae's cum.
Joonmyun, too takes up position behind Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo's hole gapes open slightly, cum dripping down and off his balls onto the table. Joonmyun hooks two fingers into the swollen interest, spreading them as wide as possible and spitting into he gape. Kyungsoo yelps at the stretch and the filthy feeling of Joonmyun's saliva sliding down his inner walls.
It's always like this. The others are simple, predictable, easily manipulated and easily pleased. Joonmyun and Yixing, however, are a mystery. Sweet and innocent in appearance and apparent demeanor, they are by far the most unpredictable in sex, sometimes impossibly kind but more often incredibly dominant.
While Yixing takes his time, pushing hard at Minseok's perineum and thrusting his cock gently between toned thighs, Joonmun hardly hesitates to shove his cock all at once into Kyungsoo's hole, Kyungsoo yelling from the shock and near pain. He begins pounding into Kyungsoo right away, Kyungsoo cushioning his face from the table with his arms, teeth digging red half-circles deep into milky skin.
Suddenly, but with deceptive care, Joonmyun eases a finger in alongside its cock. It's an easier fit than Kyungsoo would have thought, hole stretched by its previous activity. The second finger burns, and Kyungsoo whimpers quietly, locking lips with Minseok, who is rutting against the table in an effort to remove the seemingly inexorable pressure against his taint. The third finger has Kyungsoo moaning shrilly, biting down hard on Minseok's plush lower lip.
The push of another cock - Tao's, maybe, Joonmyun has always been fond of him - inside of him alongside the first has Kyungsoo howling, ripping his mouth away from Minseok's. Yixing takes the moment to, at last, fuck his cock into Minseok. Minseok's thighs glisten with Yixing's precum, sliding slickly against each other as Yixing pounds him into the table.
The combined sensations of two cocks sliding past each other, ridged heads catching against his prostate, is too much for Kyungsoo to last. He is almost spent from his previous orgasm, and his cock spurts pathetically against the table, mixing with his previous release to smear across his abdomen. Hole gaping and dripping cum down his leg in thick ropes once Joonmyun and Zitao pull away.
Minseok reaches his end at almost the same moment, Yixing's masterfully teasing prostate massage becoming too much at last. His orgasm is dry, shuddering through him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, hole shuddering around Yixing and drawing his orgasm almost reluctantly from him.
The aftermath sees a disastrous sprawl of exhausted bodies around the kitchen, with a surprisingly chipper Minseok and Kyungsoo at the center of it all. "So!" chirps Minseok, tone far brighter than it rightfully should be after so much activity.
"We were thinking," Kyungsoo breaks in, beginning an odd ritual of mutual twin-like speech that the other members find frankly terrifying.
Minseok picks up the next part. "It'd be really great if you all could try a bit harder to keep things clean, yeah?"
"Since we work so hard to take good care of you." Kyungsoo finishes with a sickly sweet smile matching the similarly mock-affable grin on Minseok's face. Their band mates, exhausted as they are, can hardly ignore the request, and nod wearily in consent.
"Good!" They chirp out in unison before flouncing from the room arm-in-arm, cum leaving a trail down the inside of each of their legs.
Sehun shivers despite the distinctly tropical climate the room has taken on. "Damn, I enjoy this stuff but I dunno... Minseokie-hyung and Kyungsoo-hyping are terrifying." Those of the members more able to move grunt or nod in agreement, before collapsing back to the tiled floor.
"I don't know about anyone else," Jongin's voice comes from somewhere in the direction of the fridge. "But I'm just as hungry now as I was before."
ʚ Pairing(s): Xiumin/Kyungsoo/Everyone
ʚ Rating: NC-17
ʚ Warnings: gangbang, spanking, double penetration, cum play, voyeurism/exhibitionism
ʚ Word count: 2,605 words
ʚ Summary: Kyungsoo and Xiumin know that the other nine members find them adorable, especially when they are together. What will happen when the two "squishy" members decide to give their fellow members fanservice?
ʚ Author’s notes/Messages for the recipient: Hello, recipient! Uhh... hope you like porn... It was a bumpy road but I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it just as much! You had requested no Kris, which I assumed was probably because of the lawsuit, so I eliminated Luhan as well, although I wasn't sure if that's what you would want or not. At the very least I hope you enjoy it for what it is!!
Minseok and Kyungsoo know they are the favorites. It’s obvious, really. Minseok especially has a string of doting admirers, but Kyungsoo has an almost equally long, if less obvious, string.
They have no delusions about how they look, know exactly the effect their sort of innocent, childish good looks have on people and exactly what it can get them. Throughout the years the two of them have grown increasingly good at getting exactly what they want out of each of the members.
It’s little things that do it, mostly - a lingering public touch for the fans to titter over, a bit of aegyo - tiny pieces of apparent favoritism that win them exactly what they want without fail. And God forbid they join forces - before the might of their combined desirability even the usually levelheaded Joonmyun isn’t impervious.
The situation begins in just such a fashion, Minseok and Kyungsoo wanting something badly and joining together to get it. This time it's a desire for the dorm to stay clean, for once, and against possible expectations this is a near Herculean task, involving everyone, and requires really bringing out the Big Guns.
The Big Guns are, to specify, having sex in the middle of the kitchen, because if nothing else most everyone loves seeing something apparently innocent defiled, all the better if there are two innocent somethings defiling each other.
It is a most thoroughly planned seduction. They pick the day carefully, one when everyone is free. The timing, too, is careful, and the placement. It makes sense for Kyungsoo to be in the kitchen, the place where he spends the majority of his free time, and by late afternoon the members will begin to cycle in and out in pursuit of food.
~~~
Kyungsoo slips easily into the submissive role. For all his bite and need for control, he often just wants someone else to take the reins and hold off the stress of playing mother to 9 other boys. Minseok pushes him roughly down on the table, diving immediately to nip at his neck, nibble up the tendon where it stands out against the milky flesh, over the dark moles and along Kyungsoo’s jaw to his mouth.
His lips are soft, warm, parting easily for Minseok’s questing tongue as he pants into the older man’s mouth. Minseok’s tongue is skillful, lightly stroking the roof of his mouth and drawing out a full body shiver at the sensation.
Kyungsoo brings one leg up from where it has been dangling limply over to edge of the table to wrap around the back of Minseok’s thigh, drawing him in slightly and rutting his hips up into where he can feel Minseok beginning to harden inside his pants. Minseok groans at the pressure, mouth slipping off Kyungsoo’s in favor of mouthing back down his throat. He growls when he runs up against the collar of Kyungsoo’s sweater, hands pulling away from where they’d been laced with Kyungsoo’s to slide up under the dark cloth.
Minseok pushes Kyungsoo’s sweater up past hardening nipples to bunch under his arms, ignoring Kyungsoo’s hiss as his back meets the chill of the table. He loves the softness of Kyungsoo’s stomach, the way it contrasts with his own hard-won sharp edges and toned abs. Minseok nudges Kyungsoo to sit up slightly and remove his shirt the rest of the way, taking the opportunity to remove his own shirt as well. It was barely off before Minseok was already biting at Kyungsoo’s collarbones, licking down over cute coral nipples and smooth soft stomach to Kyungsoo’s navel.
It is remarkably sensitive, a little-known weak spot Minseok has found only through extensive exploration and experimentation. Minseok licks around the rim, smirking at the light quivering of Kyungsoo’s stomach before dipping the tip of that skillful tongue into the hole.
A thin, high whine slips out of Kyungsoo’s mouth, eyes clenching tight as the feeling shoots straight to his cock. He can’t explain it, really, the appeal of Minseok teasing his navel, knows only that it makes him feel wonderfully good yet also incredibly dirty, which has its own inexplicable appeal.
The whine rises in both volume and pitch as Minseok fixes his mouth around the navel to suck, before biting lightly on the rim and tugging. Kyungsoo’s voice peaks before breaking, his hips twitching sharply upward, seeking relief to the sharp spike of pleasure. Minseok smiles at the reaction, as always amazed and pleased at Kyungsoo’s sensitivity.
He pulls back slightly, working at the button of Kyungsoo’s pants before pulling them down together with snug briefs. Kyungsoo’s cock sits heavy against his thigh, precome dripping a trail down his leg to pool on the table. It isn’t an especially impressive cock in terms of size, but it is a soft pink in color, shapely, and beautifully proportional to his body. Minseok loves it, and hardly hesitates to trace the line of liquid with his tongue up to lick delicately at the head of Kyungsoo’s cock.
Kyungsoo’s thighs shiver before he yelps at Minseok’s tongue against his sensitive head. Minseok nibbles down to the base, drawing more moans, before licking back up to the tip, licking over his own lips before slipping the head into his mouth. Minseok hears Kyungsoo’s breath shudder out as his lips tighten around the cock. He laves around the head, tongue digging into the slit as Kyungsoo whines and slides his hands across the table seeking something to hold on to.
Minseok hums quietly and slowly takes more of Kyungsoo’s cock into his mouth, inch by inch until his nose buries in neatly trimmed dark hair. Kyungsoo’s hands fly at last to tangle in his hair and Minseok groans at the tug, pulling an answering moan from Kyungsoo. The skill of Minseok’s tongue translates well to his skill in giving blowjobs, and Kyungsoo is reduced rapidly to a moaning wreck, hands clutching helplessly in Minseok’s hair.
Minseok carefully untangles Kyungsoo’s fingers from his hair, moving them instead to grip the backs of Kyungsoo’s own thighs, pulling them back to his chest and spreading himself as a feast for Minseok to devour.
Minseok nibbles his way around the base of Kyungsoo’s cock and down his taint, biting sharply at the inner curve of one buttock. He ignores Kyungsoo’s yelp of pleasure-pain, soothing the bite with his tongue before circling Kyungsoo’s hole. Kyungsoo moans as Minseok buries his face between soft thighs and drives his tongue into the tight hole.
“Fucking hell, that’s hot.” The voice echoes around the kitchen along with Kyungsoo’s moans. Minseok slips his tongue free, looking over his shoulder to see Sehun standing in the doorway, and smirks.
Sehun is flushed, slight pink spreading from his ears down his neck to disappear into his shirt collar. He licks his lips, and Minseok mirrors the motion, “come hither” expression blatant in his eyes.
Sehun steps forward, hesitance evident, one step then another. For all his obvious nerves, Kyungsoo’s moans as Minseok returns to his task seem to draw Sehun in. He draws up to the table before ghosting one hand down Kyungsoo’s soft chest, and Kyungsoo moans as Sehun’s hands brush over sensitive nipples.
“So, maknae.” Minseok speaks without pulling his mouth away, and Kyungsoo squeals and tugs sharply at Minseok’s hair at the vibrations against his hole. “What’re you waiting for?”
Sehun needs no more prompting. For all his initial nervousness about what his hyungs were - well, not so much implying as saying outright, the sounds Kyungsoo was making and the picture of Minseok buried between his thighs proved too much for his hormone-fueled brain to handle.
Sehun all but dives for Kyungsoo’s mouth, undone in the end by white teeth digging into bitten red lips. He moans, tugging at Kyungsoo’s lower lip with his teeth before working his way down to peaked nipples, dark from Minseok’s earlier attentions. The sight of them, bruised and swollen against porcelain skin, is intoxicating, as is the taste of Kyungsoo’s skin, a mixture of his own natural sweetness and the barely-there salt of light fresh sweat.
Sehun is far too preoccupied with Kyungsoo’s chest to truly absorb what is going on around him, so the loud yelp as Minseok pushes inside comes as a shock, the jerk of Kyungsoo’s body making Sehun’s teeth snap together and only narrowly avoid his tongue.
Sehun takes the moment to pull back and truly absorb the sight before him. If he shifts just slightly to the left he can see the point where Minseok and Kyungsoo are joined, and the pull of Kyungsoo’s tight hole around Minseok’s dick is hotter than anything Sehun can really remember seeing before.
He moves to kneel behind Minseok, tapping lightly against the inside of his hyung’s thighs to spread them just the bit wider. He has to duck down to fit, and the whole position is slightly overcomplicated, but Sehun scoots directly underneath of Minseok, between his thighs. From here, looking up, he can get a perfect view of Kyungsoo’s stretched hole, obscured every few seconds by the heavy swing of Minseok’s balls smacking lightly against Kyungsoo’s ass.
Sehun can hardly handle the sight any more. He shifts slightly, shuffling around a bit before tilting his head back and dragging his tongue slowly a around the area where his hyungs are joined. Above him, Minseok shudders, thighs pressing in slightly around Sehun’s ears, and Kyungsoo’s moan breaks into a high, sharp whine.
Kyungsoo’s hand works its way down to tug on Sehun’s hair, banging his head lightly into the edge of the table. Sehun scrambles back, standing to look at Kyungsoo, who catches hold of his hand and tugs him close, pulling Sehun’s cock into his mouth and sucking him down. Sehun’s groan of pleasure cuts through Jongin and Zitao’s requests for food and brings them to a halt in the entrance to the kitchen.
Kyungsoo pulls off of Sehun’s cock, taking it in hand, before staring at the two newcomers and moaning, mouth pink and inviting. Jongin need no more prompting before they too are moving forward, taking their places around the kitchen table.
One by one the remaining members filter into the kitchen, taken in by the sight of everyone’s favorites so entwined, the defilement of those two so seemingly pure.
~~~
Kyungsoo and Minseok’s teeth clack, spit-slick mouths meeting sloppily as Chanyeol and Jongdae pound into them where they’re bent over opposite sides of the table. The others mingle around the fringes of the room in various states of dishabille, cocks in hand. Sehun, already spent, has fallen largely by the wayside, while Joonmyun and Yixing remain almost entirely clothed.
Chanyeol shudders, surprisingly silent as he reaches his end inside of Kyungsoo, who whines into Minseok’s mouth at the feeling heat painting his insides. Chanyeol rests a moment before pulling away to slump down the wall wearily. Baekhyun took his place quickly, using his cock to plug the drip of cum from Kyungsoo’s ass.
As with everything else, Baekhyun is quick, loud, sloppy, finishing quickly before replacing his cock with long fingers, massaging Kyungsoo’s prostate deliberately until he is quaking, teeth digging into his arm and cock humping onto the table.
At the same time Jongdae pulls himself out sharply, Minseok yelping at the shocking emptiness and the sharp slap that follows, and takes his cock in hand, jerking himself roughly to completion up Minseok’s back before spreading his release across Minseok’s back down to the lingering red handprint on his ass.
Yixing doesn't hesitate to take his place, smoothing his hands in turn up sharply muscled thighs before spreading Minseok's cheeks to expose his hole, red and swollen and shining with Jongdae's cum.
Joonmyun, too takes up position behind Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo's hole gapes open slightly, cum dripping down and off his balls onto the table. Joonmyun hooks two fingers into the swollen interest, spreading them as wide as possible and spitting into he gape. Kyungsoo yelps at the stretch and the filthy feeling of Joonmyun's saliva sliding down his inner walls.
It's always like this. The others are simple, predictable, easily manipulated and easily pleased. Joonmyun and Yixing, however, are a mystery. Sweet and innocent in appearance and apparent demeanor, they are by far the most unpredictable in sex, sometimes impossibly kind but more often incredibly dominant.
While Yixing takes his time, pushing hard at Minseok's perineum and thrusting his cock gently between toned thighs, Joonmun hardly hesitates to shove his cock all at once into Kyungsoo's hole, Kyungsoo yelling from the shock and near pain. He begins pounding into Kyungsoo right away, Kyungsoo cushioning his face from the table with his arms, teeth digging red half-circles deep into milky skin.
Suddenly, but with deceptive care, Joonmyun eases a finger in alongside its cock. It's an easier fit than Kyungsoo would have thought, hole stretched by its previous activity. The second finger burns, and Kyungsoo whimpers quietly, locking lips with Minseok, who is rutting against the table in an effort to remove the seemingly inexorable pressure against his taint. The third finger has Kyungsoo moaning shrilly, biting down hard on Minseok's plush lower lip.
The push of another cock - Tao's, maybe, Joonmyun has always been fond of him - inside of him alongside the first has Kyungsoo howling, ripping his mouth away from Minseok's. Yixing takes the moment to, at last, fuck his cock into Minseok. Minseok's thighs glisten with Yixing's precum, sliding slickly against each other as Yixing pounds him into the table.
The combined sensations of two cocks sliding past each other, ridged heads catching against his prostate, is too much for Kyungsoo to last. He is almost spent from his previous orgasm, and his cock spurts pathetically against the table, mixing with his previous release to smear across his abdomen. Hole gaping and dripping cum down his leg in thick ropes once Joonmyun and Zitao pull away.
Minseok reaches his end at almost the same moment, Yixing's masterfully teasing prostate massage becoming too much at last. His orgasm is dry, shuddering through him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, hole shuddering around Yixing and drawing his orgasm almost reluctantly from him.
The aftermath sees a disastrous sprawl of exhausted bodies around the kitchen, with a surprisingly chipper Minseok and Kyungsoo at the center of it all. "So!" chirps Minseok, tone far brighter than it rightfully should be after so much activity.
"We were thinking," Kyungsoo breaks in, beginning an odd ritual of mutual twin-like speech that the other members find frankly terrifying.
Minseok picks up the next part. "It'd be really great if you all could try a bit harder to keep things clean, yeah?"
"Since we work so hard to take good care of you." Kyungsoo finishes with a sickly sweet smile matching the similarly mock-affable grin on Minseok's face. Their band mates, exhausted as they are, can hardly ignore the request, and nod wearily in consent.
"Good!" They chirp out in unison before flouncing from the room arm-in-arm, cum leaving a trail down the inside of each of their legs.
Sehun shivers despite the distinctly tropical climate the room has taken on. "Damn, I enjoy this stuff but I dunno... Minseokie-hyung and Kyungsoo-hyping are terrifying." Those of the members more able to move grunt or nod in agreement, before collapsing back to the tiled floor.
"I don't know about anyone else," Jongin's voice comes from somewhere in the direction of the fridge. "But I'm just as hungry now as I was before."