[Fic] Up All Night To Get Lucky
Title: Up All Night To Get Lucky
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongin/EXO
Length: 8350w
Author's Note: originally written for forjongin
Warnings:: orgasm denial, rimming, rough sex, mild come-play, dirty talk
Summary: There's nothing that pleases Jongin more than making his groupmates happy.
Jongin knows he is going to be in for a long night when Yifan walks into the bathroom during his shower, stripping efficiently and quickly, only to join Jongin under the spray. It’s not as if it’s an odd occurrence to shower with someone else, but Jongin is well aware that Yifan’s already washed, leaving Jongin with the last of the lukewarm water.
Yifan slips the loofah out of Jongin’s hand and takes over washing him, pressing hard and soft in all the right places as he scrubs, making sure to clean Jongin thoroughly from head to toe. Then come his hands, mapping over the same path he’d taken while washing him with only minor detours. Fingers tease Jongin’s nipples, Yifan’s large thumbs circling and swiping over the sensitive skin around them until the flesh is puckered and his nipples are hard. Then he pinches and Jongin gasps, reaching out for something to grasp and finding Yifan’s shoulders. He barely has an elbow hooked around Yifan’s neck before he’s being kissed, a skilled tongue licking into his mouth to draw out his moans.
The pads of Yifan’s fingers are wrinkled from being under the spray too long and they feel soft when they slide down his spine, settle on his ass to squeeze his cheeks before slapping each one in turn. Jongin rolls his hips forward, enjoying the sting and the way Yifan massages it away.
There’s a bottle of lube hidden amongst the array of shampoos and conditioners and body washes, and Yifan grabs it without having to look. Jongin hears the sound of the cap popping open and braces himself against Yifan, allowing Yifan to drag him out from underneath the water until his shoulders hit the wall. As much as Jongin was enjoying the spray loosening the muscles in his back, washing the lube away is always uncomfortable and leads to way too much time wasted - at least in his opinion.
Yifan has the best fingers for stretching Jongin open. He never fails to start slow, feeling his way around the rim of Jongin’s entrance before slipping the first one inside. The lube gives it an easy glide and Jongin sighs, spreading his thighs further so Yifan can go deeper.
Jongin is hard and leaking by the time Yifan has set up a good rhythm, moaning into Yifan’s neck as two slick fingers work in and out of his ass. “Everyone’s waiting,” Yifan says, voice low and gruff. It sends an anticipatory shudder all the way to Jongin’s toes.
“Then hurry up,” he demands and Yifan shoves a third finger inside just to hear him hiss.
“Get me off first,” Jongin begs, perfectly aware that he’s pushing the boundaries. During nights like this, he’s not allowed to come until given permission and there’s always a chance Yifan will be forgiving, let him start with a little extra buzz in his system.
Yifan’s long fingers tangle in Jongin’s wet hair, snapping his head back forcefully. Jongin moans, knees nearly giving out at the zip of arousal that shoots down to his cock. “We have something better planned for you,” Yifan rumbles, lips caressing just under Jongin’s jaw before he nips with enough bite to be pleasurable but not enough to leave a mark.
Jongin whines as he grinds down on Yifan’s fingers harder, head tipped back and bottom lip secure in his teeth. “Duizhang please,” Jongin whimpers, holding back a knowing smile when Yifan goes still for a moment, breath hitching.
When Yifan pulls away, Jongin sees how flush the leader looks and considers it a small victory. No matter how put together Yifan attempts to appear, one word from Jongin and it all falls to pieces. “I think that’s enough,” Yifan announces as he turns off the shower before tugging Jongin out to stand on the small rug in front of the toilet. Jongin holds still and lets Yifan dry him off quickly, running the towel through his hair until it’s no longer dripping before he’s done.
The night clothes Jongin brought with him are left behind on the counter by the sink as he’s dragged out of the room naked. The air is cold and unforgiving and Jongin is shivering as he’s led down the hall even as the heat of arousal flows through his veins.
The living room has been rearranged, as per usual when they do this sort of thing, with all the furniture pushed to the walls - the couch, chairs and the coffee table all out of the way. There are blankets laid out in the middle so they have all the space they need.
Everyone is already there in various states of undress. Some are on the couch, others leaning against the wall in couples, whispers halting when they see Jongin walk in. All eyes are on him suddenly and his cock twitches, still hard and curved toward his stomach as Yifan pulls him to the middle of the room. Jongin takes his place, down on his knees and sitting on his calves as his hands fold in his lap.
And he waits.
Joonmyun sits away from the rest, fully dressed and eyes critical as they sweep up and down Jongin’s naked body. He’s always the one to mediate, to ensure that Jongin is safe and hydrated through the long night. And he’s always the last one to fuck him. Jongin watches as Joonmyun leans forward, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt.
“Do you want this?” Joonmyun asks in this soft, yet commanding voice that never fails to send a pleasant wave of heat through Jongin’s body.
“Yes,” he answers, still a little out of breath because he’s positively thrumming with arousal, desperate for someone to fill him up.
Joonmyun nods, sitting back in his chair. “You all know the rules. Oldest to youngest.”
Jongin sees Minseok peeling away from Luhan, leaving Luhan with Yixing as Minseok walks forward. His thighs flex as he moves and Jongin swallows hard, remembering the time Minseok held him against the wall and fucked him until he begged to come. No one else has the core strength to do that, not even Tao, and it turns Jongin on even more.
Minseok sits in front of Jongin, cock not hard yet, but getting there. Jongin reaches out almost instinctively and wraps his fingers tight around Minseok’s cock, stroking from base to tip with sharp jerks of his hand. Minseok’s never been one for soft or slow and Jongin can feel the way his cock swells and twitches when he presses his thumb to the base and drags it up.
With a groan, Minseok moves Jongin’s hand away and reaches out behind him to grab a condom and the lube. Jongin helps rolls the rubber down Minseok’s cock and watches with barely contained anticipation as he lubes himself up. “On my lap,” Minseok instructs and Jongin climbs up eagerly.
He moans loudly, head dropping back and eyes squeezed shut as he sinks down on Minseok’s cock. Jongin wraps his arms around Minseok’s neck to keep himself upright as he rolls his hips, appreciating the way Minseok’s cock throbs inside him, how wonderfully full he finally feels. Minseok’s hands rest on Jongin’s hips, helping him to rock faster before he’s being lifted, only to drop back down.
It’s almost overwhelming, going from nothing to everything so quickly and Jongin leans back, resting his palms on the blanket for better leverage. This new angle is perfect, Minseok’s cock sliding almost all the way out of him before he thrusts up.
Jongin forces his eyes open because one of the best parts of being fucked by the entire group - aside from how damn good it feels - is watching them watching him. It makes him feel desirable, wanted and for a hormonal boy who’s been shunted into the spotlight under a sexy persona, it feels like validation.
And there’s nothing Jongin wants more than validation, than being seen worthy of his title and praised for it. When he’s broken down by each person in the group and put back together after giving them all the pleasure they seek, Jongin is his happiest.
Minseok’s nails scrape down Jongin’s sides and Jongin hisses, whimpering at the sensations now rushing down to his cock. He bounces faster, slamming his ass down on Minseok’s cock and swiveling his hips to make it that much better.
Jongin doesn’t notice the person behind him until fingers run through his hair and tip his head back for a kiss. Luhan is smiling at him, touching him softly in contrast to the way Minseok is fucking him open. “Such a good little cockslut,” Luhan whispers in Jongin’s ear. He feels something slide onto his head and reaches up to feel the cat ears sticking out of his wet hair. “Such a good kitty.”
Jongin whines, turning his head to chase Luhan’s mouth for another kiss. He’s rewarded with a small peck on his lips and Luhan’s hands running down his chest. When Luhan makes it down to Jongin’s cock, he circles the base with his fingers and jerks him off slowly. Jongin feels his thighs tensing, balls aching to come and he knows he can’t hold it much longer.
That’s when he feels the pressure around the base of his cock. Jongin looks down to see a bright pink cock ring tight around his dick. He should have known better.
“Can’t have the fun ending too early,” Luhan explains, kissing the pout off Jongin’s mouth.
Jongin stays upright when Minseok shifts to lay flat, allowing enough space for Luhan to drop to his knees, straddling Minseok’s stomach with little room left between his cock and Jongin’s mouth. Jongin is all smiles despite the pain of not being able to come as he sucks Luhan’s cock through his lips. He keeps his eyes on Luhan’s face just to see his reaction when Jongin uses his tongue to roll down his foreskin. Because he’s uncut, the head of Luhan’s cock is more sensitive than the others and he gasps, falling forward to balance his forearms on Jongin’s shoulders as he teases around the crown with his teeth.
Jongin slurps him down, gagging when the tip hits high in the back of his throat. His eyes water and Jongin inhales sharply, hands coming up to grip Luhan’s thighs so he doesn’t lose his balance. It’s not easy trying to focus on getting Luhan off when Minseok is still fucking into him, Jongin’s knees sliding further apart a little with every other thrust until the stretch aches.
Filled in both ends, Jongin moans around Luhan’s cock and hears a moan in return. Minseok’s never been loud during sex, his breathing hitching the only sign of how good he feels. Jongin makes sure to clench around him, proud of himself when Minseok’s steady rhythm is thrown off. Fingers dig into the backs of his knees when Minseok comes, his cock pulsing inside Jongin as he fills the condom.
Jongin appreciates the boneless way Minseok lays under him as Luhan continues to roll his hips, his cock fucking in and out of Jongin’s mouth. He makes sure to press up with his tongue, swallow when the head slides to the back of his throat. Luhan shivers over him, eyes riveted on his lips. “You look so fucking perfect like this,” he moans.
The feather light touch of fingers on the insides of Jongin’s thighs catch him off guard and he jerks forward, his nose hitting against the trim hair just above Luhan’s cock. It takes Luhan by surprise too and he growls as he comes hot and thick over Jongin’s tongue. There are other appreciative noises Jongin hears from around him, eyes surveying the rest of the members as soon as Luhan’s cock slips from his mouth.
Yixing is looking at him with enough intensity to have Jongin tensing, forcing a huff of sensitivity induced laughter from Minseok because his softening cock is still inside him. Jongin stays still, aware of Luhan brushing a thumb over his cheek affectionately and Minseok moving from between his legs, but he doesn’t move. He waits until Yifan is in front of him with a soft smile that fades into an exasperated sigh when he reaches up and takes the cat ears off Jongin’s head, tossing them in Luhan’s direction.
Yifan’s hair is still wet, droplets threatening to splash on Jongin’s chest now that he’s on his back with Yifan hovering over him. His touch is gentle, smoothing over the skin of Jongin’s protruding hipbones before running up Jongin’s sides. When he leans down for a kiss, Jongin meets him halfway, pulling at his lower lip with his teeth because he likes to hear the almost silent growls that die in Yifan’s throat. It’s also the only way he can nonverbally let Yifan know he wants to be fucked hard and fast; none of this slow and gentle shit. Jongin can take it and Jongin wants it.
There’s a brief moment of eye contact and Jongin gives Yifan the slightest of nods before he’s being stretched open with his cock. Jongin falls back, mouth open and neck strained as Yifan fills him, bottoming out with one swift thrust. He sees Baekhyun palming himself through his jeans behind him and Kyungsoo leaning against Baekhyun, eyes burning and bright, riveted on Jongin.
Jongin manages a smirk in their direction before Yifan takes firm hold of his hips and slams into him hard enough for Jongin to feel it reverberate up his spine. His cock twitches, thick and ruddy and throbbing from the need to come. It slaps against his stomach with every thrust, Yifan’s cock pushing all the way in and pulling out to the crown with a steady rhythm that keeps Jongin’s entire body on edge.
Yifan specializes in the slow and sweet, but he’s no slouch in this department either. Jongin wraps his legs around Yifan’s waist, drawing him in for more. The fingers on his hips dig into him almost painfully and Jongin imagines the bruises that will be left behind, the dark look he’ll get from Yifan when he raises his shirt later to wipe sweat from his brow and they show dark and obvious in the practice room.
It’s not often when any of them mark Jongin, but when they do, it’s all at once. Yifan is just the beginning. It fills Jongin with a sense of belonging - knowing that he is theirs and no one else’s. Relationships in the group are like liquid, members flowing from one to the other without sticking around for long, but they all come back to Jongin and it’s never disappointing.
“Duizhang,” Jongin gasps, thighs gripping tighter on thin hips as Yifan slides slick and hard into him so quickly that it all feels like a blur.
Jongin’s nails curl into the blanket by his head in an attempt to find something solid to keep him grounded because the room is spinning and he can barely pull in enough air through dry lips. There’s a dangerous pressure mounting in his gut and every exhale now twists into a moan. He swears he’s about to come, the ring around his cock cutting around the base unable to hold it back.
But he doesn’t.
Yifan comes apart deep inside Jongin, filling the condom as his cock throbs inside him, hips jerking forward until there’s nothing left. Jongin whines, sweat covered skin beginning to itch and the need to come overwhelming. “Please,” he whimpers aloud, hoping someone will listen. “Please.”
Yifan is deaf to his pleas, sliding carefully out of Jongin and moving away to leave him alone on the blankets. Jongin expects someone to take his place, but no one does.
The longer he lays untouched, the easier it gets to breathe, eyes darting around the room and settling on Joonmyun with a pleading look. His almost orgasm dwindles away like kite strings in the wind with no one to hold them down and Jongin can’t grasp at them fast enough. By the time calloused fingers caress over his ankles and trail up his calves, knees, thighs, Jongin is fighting back tears of frustration.
He knows one word would stop it all - one word and the ring will be gone and he’ll be free from this torture, but that’s not what he wants. Jongin wants to hold on, knowing that even as he begs, they will not listen. It’s part of the game, Jongin slotting into his role with ease and each of them following after.
Yixing is the one touching him, hands exploring Jongin’s hips now before moving up, thumbs tweaking his nipples on the way. He hums when Jongin arches into it, a smile on his beautiful mouth. “Jongin,” Yixing whispers, the heat of his breath cool over Jongin’s sweaty face. “Will you let me have you?”
Always so sweet, accented words trickling in Jongin’s ear like honey. “Yes,” Jongin answers, focusing on the curve of Yixing’s neck, the flush of arousal pink over his cheeks and running down his chest.
Yixing settles on his knees between Jongin’s legs, running fingers cautiously over his already stretched hole and up to his balls. Jongin hisses, teeth secure in his lower lip as he watches Yixing pick up the discarded bottle of lube and dribble a fresh coat down Jongin’s crack. It’s cool and Jongin flinches even when Yixing slides two digits through it and pushes them into him.
Once Jongin is almost dripping wet, Yixing rolls on a condom and coats himself before pushing in. He’s so careful, patient and still teasing with fluttering fingers all over Jongin’s thighs, his hips, his stomach. Yixing takes what feels like forever to slide all the way in and Jongin’s head falls to the side.
Luhan and Minseok are laying on the couch, still naked and enjoying the show, Luhan’s fist working slick and fast over Minseok’s cock. Jongin can’t take his eyes off the movement and he nearly jumps out of his skin when Yixing leans down, nips at his neck to gain his attention again.
It’s not that Jongin doesn’t appreciate the way Yixing rocks into him, never pulling out very far before bottoming out again, but if Jongin doesn’t distract his mind from the thick pleasure that accompanies it, he’s liable to combust. He’s already nearing that precipice again, too many sensations at once trying to pull him in different directions. There’s Yixing’s cock rubbing insistently over his prostate, Yixing’s thumbs on his nipples and Yixing’s mouth now biting tiny marks under his jaw until he moves up to for a kiss.
Jongin licks at Yixing’s tongue, fingers twisting in coarse hair as he raises his hips into each thrust. He knows by now that trying to coax Yixing into going faster will never work, but it doesn’t mean Jongin won’t try. With ankles locked against the base of Yixing’s spine, he pushes and whines and does everything save beg out loud for Yixing to up the pace.
Jongin’s dry orgasm hits as Yixing’s thrusting into him with long, steady strokes, his fingers trailing reverently down Jongin’s stomach and slowly toward his groin. His thumbs push into the grooves of his hips as Jongin’s spine bows off the blankets. It takes him whole, body rigid and throat burning and the pulsing throbs of his cock satisfying yet torturous all at once. Jongin lets out a sob, eyes squeezed shut and blood rushing in his ears.
And then he’s empty, clenching around air. His eyes open to see Yixing with the condom off, hand stroking over his cock once, twice, three times before he comes. It lands hot on Jongin’s stomach and still hard cock in thick white ropes. Jongin watches as Yixing rubs it into his skin, smearing it over his stomach and into the dips where his hips and thighs meet.
Yixing’s eyes are dark, lips wet and bitten and he stares at Jongin as he pushes the pad of his thumb into Jongin’s mouth. Like a good boy, Jongin sucks the taste of come off it, tongue lapping around to catch it all before it slips out. Yixing nearly falls over Jongin in his haste to kiss him, tongue slithering into his mouth to taste himself with a throaty moan.
Yixing keeps touching Jongin, drawing out his sensitivity with their bodies pushed together, Yixing's come dripping onto the top blanket to soak through. He lets Yixing calm him, Yixing speaking in a hushed whisper against Jongin's neck and cheek and it works even if he's reverted back to his mother tongue. It's an adorable side effect of Yixing getting off and Jongin breathes out a soft laugh.
With an arm around his waist and a hand firm on the back of his neck, Jongin allows himself to be lifted until he’s sitting on the blankets. He hisses, muscles aching and the head of his cock rubbing over his stomach to remind him that he's still painfully hard. As soon as Yixing pulls away, one last kiss left on Jongin's forehead, Joonmyun is at Jongin's side with a bottle of water lifted to his mouth.
Jongin drinks it down with greedy gulps, only slowing when Joonmyun instructs him to, a hand at Jongin's mouth to wipe away what's spilled. "Are you alright?' Joonmyun asks.
Jongin nods without hesitation even though he's not really paying attention to Joonmyun. Minseok and Luhan are lounging on the couch looking sleepy as they whisper back and forth with each other. Yifan is off to the side, wiping down Yixing with a damp towel. Chanyeol is propped against the wall and Jongin sucks in a harsh breath as he watches Chanyeol's cock disappear inside Jongdae's mouth. Baekhyun is encouraging Jongdae with fingers balled tight in Jongdae's hair to guide him as Kyungsoo leaves a trail of kisses across Baekhyun's shoulders.
"I need to hear you say it," Joonmyun interrupts, drawing Jongin's face up by his chin so he can look into his eyes. "Tell me how you feel."
"Hot," Jongin croaks, followed with a raspy laugh.
Joonmyun doesn't appear amused. "Do you want to continue?"
"Yes." The answer is a simple truth, uttered without a second thought.
Joonmyun looks at him critically, as if trying to decide if Jongin is a good enough judge of his own boundaries. "Ok," he finally whispers. "Ok, but if you need to stop -"
"I know," Jongin assures him.
Joonmyun ruffles Jongin's hair affectionately before getting up, leaving Jongin to the mercy of the next person. His gaze is immediately drawn over to the group by the wall only to witness Baekhyun peeling away from Kyungsoo while drawing Jongdae up with him, hand still in his hair. Chanyeol lets out a grunt of indignance, reaching for Jongdae, but getting his arm slapped away by Baekhyun.
Jongin's chest squeezes, nerves prickling because Baekhyun is the most unpredictable one of the group. The last time they did this, he'd tied Jongin face down and spread eagle to the kitchen table, each limb to a table leg so Jongin couldn't move as he fucked into him from behind. And now Baekhyun is in front of Jongin with a cheeky grin on his lips and Jongdae at his side looking just as mischievous.
When Jongdae lurches forward, capturing Jongin’s face in his hands, Jongin tastes Chanyeol on his tongue. Baekhyun is cruel, lithe fingers circling Jongin’s cock and pumping him just a little too soft for relief. It has Jongin wiggling, hips pushing forward and Baekhyun pulling away with a cluck of his tongue.
“Hands and knees,” Baekhyun instructs and Jongin scrambles to obey.
Jongin keeps his weight on his forearms, head down and ass up in the air because that’s the way Baekhyun likes it. Only this time, Baekhyun slips an arm around Jongin’s waist and hauls him up until he’s on his hands. “I love how eager you are for my cock,” Baekhyun begins with an amused hum as the pad of one of his fingers circles Jongin’s rim, “but we need to leave room for Jongdae.”
Jongdae positions himself - with a little help from both Baekhyun and Jongin - right underneath Jongin. For a brief, fearful moment, Jongin thinks they’re going to fuck him together and he’s not entirely sure how he feels about being stretched that much. However, that fear alleviates when Jongdae rolls a condom over Jongin’s cock instead of his own, making sure to lube him thoroughly and with teasing twists of his wrist that have Jongin moaning and rutting into his grip.
Jongdae leans up, an arm hooked around Jongin’s neck to bring them together. “Fuck me,” he commands.
Baekhyun reaches between Jongin’s legs from behind and guides Jongin's cock into Jongdae’s ass with a firm push. He’s so tight and slick, sucking Jongin’s cock all the way in with one long thrust. Jongdae shudders out a high-pitched moan, hips bucking up in an attempt to draw Jongin in deeper with nails scratching down Jongin’s back.
Jongin has to pause, collect himself, but it’s cut short when he feels the blunt tip of Baekhyun’s cock slide up and down his crack before pushing inside him. The stimulation has Jongin’s arms buckling, head resting on Jongdae’s shoulder. Fingers lace in Jongin’s hair, petting and encouraging before they ball into a fist and pull him up. Jongin’s moan is loud, wanton as Baekhyun fucks Jongin back with his hold and Jongdae grabs Jongin’s thighs to pull him forward.
He’s a ragdoll between them, pliant and heated and essentially a toy for their use. Jongin is slammed back on Baekhyun’s cock only to immediately be tugged from the other direction until he’s balls deep in Jongdae’s ass. They’re relentless and Jongin is a moaning, panting mess. The stimulation has him trembling, unable to keep up with it coming from two places at once.
He thinks his muscles may give out, but even still he doesn’t want it to stop. It’s like he’s being stripped down to raw nerves - every drag, every touch, every word whispered in the height of passion scraping rough and hard and deliciously perfect.
And just when Jongin thinks he’s gaining a little control back, rolling his hips forward and back, they go and change things up. Baekhyun draws away completely and Jongin whines, stalling in his movements and unable to keep up as Jongdae moves too. A glance up and he sees the smile playing on Kyungsoo’s mouth, the gleam in Chanyeol’s eyes. And even if he can’t get a glimpse of Joonmyun at this angle, Jongin can feel the heat of his gaze on him.
The reprieve allows Jongin to breathe, to think and and compensate for being thrown so off balance. So when Baekhyun takes up Jongdae’s position under Jongin with a smirk, Jongin lets himself melt against him. Baekhyun wraps around him, kissing Jongin with so much vigor it nearly distracts him, but Jongin knows what to expect now. He doesn’t flinch when he feels the pressure of Jongdae’s cockhead against his hole; in fact, he rocks back enough have it push inside just the littlest bit.
Jongdae hisses and slaps the side of Jongin’s thigh, but keeps pressing forward until he’s fully sheathed. And then he stops, waits as Baekhyun disposes of Jongin’s condom and slides on a new one, coating him with lube. “Ready?” Baekhyun asks, a little breathy and a lot eager.
Jongin guides his cock into Baekhyun slowly, enjoying the glide, the heat and friction that have him throbbing that much harder. The ache of his balls, the itch to come that twists and burns in his gut is subdued by sheer willpower. Jongin thinks about the sweat that clings between his shoulderblades, the cramp that’s trying to take hold in the bottom of his left foot and the softness of the pads of Baekhyun’s fingers when he caresses over the swell of Jongin’s lip with two of them.
Jongin opens his mouth, lets Baekhyun push his fingers past his lips until Jongin’s tongue laps around them. Baekhyun moans, his muscles clenching hard around Jongin’s cock. “So good,” Baekhyun moans. “So damn good with your mouth. I’m going to have you suck me off next time,” he promises even as he falls apart. Jongin’s thrusts pick up in speed, slamming into Baekhyun so he hiccups each time Jongin’s hips hit against his ass.
Jongdae isn’t unaffected either, breathing harsh and nails biting into Jongin’s sides to join the bruises Yifan started earlier. Jongin’s going to be a mottled, scratched up mess by the end and he can’t wait.
Baekhyun comes when Jongin bites down on his fingers, teeth scraping over his knuckles on the pull out. Jongin looks down to see Baekhyun jerking himself off, his pretty cock rutting through his fist as the remains of white dribble from the slit. For a moment, Jongin is taken with the desire to force Baekhyun up so he can suck the rest out with his mouth, but the thought is lost when Jongdae falls over his back, hips grinding hard into his ass.
Jongin feels Jongdae’s cock pulsing inside him when he comes before he hears his moan, forehead on Jongin’s spine as he thrusts through it. They’re both gentle when they move, hands on Jongin’s arms to help guide him, lay him on his back to ease the ache in his knees. He’s boneless, whimpering at the emptiness that follows being fucked without coming. He hisses when Baekhyun pulls the condom off his cock, letting it spring back to hit against his stomach.
Jongin is all hands when Chanyeol steps forward, crawling over him slowly as Jongin struggles to pull him in faster. Jongin has fingers tangled in Chanyeol’s hair, their lips together and his chest pushed up for as much skin to sink contact as he can get. Chanyeol’s always been more indulgent than the others, more attuned to what Jongin needs instead of putting himself first.
Chanyeol kisses him with long, slow swipes of his tongue sweeping into Jongin’s mouth, exploring fingers trailing down his spine before reversing. They grip the back of Jongin’s neck and pull his head back. Jongin whines.
“Can you handle being on your knees again?” Chanyeol questions. Jongin looks unsure, already dreading how much worse they’ll be hurting in the morning. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”
Jongin nods, voice caught in his throat because he’s so hot, so needy and strung out. Chanyeol rewards him with a smile and then aids Jongin in sitting up, weight on his knees.
“I want that gorgeous mouth of your around my cock,” Chanyeol explains and that’s something Jongin will gladly do.
Jongin expects Chanyeol to stand, hold his cock out for Jongin to take before rocking into his mouth, but Chanyeol does something different this time. When Jongin leans forward onto his elbows, it’s with his face directly over Chanyeol’s cock and Chanyeol’s face under Jongin’s. Confused, Jongin stares down at Chanyeol, only to feel Chanyeol’s cock slap against his cheek.
Jongin is very aware of the puffs of hot air that fan over his cock as it hangs heavy and thick between his legs, untouched and leaking. But he pushes it aside, focuses on Chanyeol’s cock. He licks around the crown, tasting the musk and bitterness of precome as it coats his tongue. Chanyeol groans, hips shifting up so Jongin takes him down further, balancing on one arm so he can fist what won’t fit in his mouth.
Jongin jolts, nearly chokes himself lurching forward when hands pry apart his cheeks, exposing his stretched hole to the air. He whines, shuddering when cool air rushes over it and he clenches instinctively. Chanyeol thrusts upward, reminding Jongin of what Chanyeol wants.
Jongin hums around Chanyeol’s cock, head bobbing to wet him thoroughly. He takes great care to tongue around the tip, squeezing around the base when he hollows his cheeks. Taking in a deep breath, Jongin fits as much of his cock as he can in his mouth before swallowing. Chanyeol’s moans are deep, vibrations rumbling all the way down to where Jongin can feel them. He grins, very much enjoying how well he can please Chanyeol.
Jongin goes faster, jerking Chanyeol off as he sucks around the tip hard. He’s unprepared for the wet push of a tongue against his rim and Jongin moans, Chanyeol’s cock falling from his mouth. “Holy shit,” he breathes, rocking backward onto the tongue that’s now working inside of his ass.
His legs spread wider, body dipping low enough for Chanyeol to get to him easier and it leaves Jongin’s cock rubbing against Chanyeol’s chest. Thick, heady pleasure shoots up Jongin’s spine and he nearly forgets everything until Chanyeol’s tongue laps deep into him and he squeezes around Chanyeol’s cock inadvertently.
Jongin’s a little dizzy, unable to keep still, but he goes back to sucking Chanyeol off with vigor. He ends up matching Chanyeol’s pace, hips moving down enough to feel the drag of his cock over skin. It takes a little of the edge off.
Jongin’s been blowing Chanyeol since before debut, so even with the added distraction of Chanyeol eating him out, Jongin gets him off rather quick. The taste of come floods Jongin’s mouth, thick on his tongue before it swallows it all. Chanyeol goes limp almost immediately, Jongin holding his hips down until he sucks everything out of him.
There’s a knowing laugh that escapes Jongin’s throat when Chanyeol whines from oversensitivity and pushes him over. He lands on his side with a smile, willingly falling onto his back when Chanyeol shoves at his arm playfully. Chanyeol’s chin is wet and he wipes it on his arm, eyeing Jongin like he’s a dangerous animal as he stumbles away on unsteady legs.
There’s movement in the corner and Jongin is drawn to it, watching as Joonmyun gets up. Jongin also finally sees where Sehun and Tao have been lurking most of the evening, sitting on the floor by Joonmyun’s chair, mostly naked and hanging on each other. Jongin wants to crawl over, fit himself between them, but that’s not how it works.
Joonmyun coaxes Jongin up onto his elbows, pouring cool water into his mouth. It feels heavenly, running over chapped lips and a parched throat. “Look at me,” Joonmyun commands. His hands cup Jongin’s face, thumbs pulling at the skin under Jongin’s eyes. “I need you to focus.”
Jongin blinks until Joonmyun isn’t fuzzy around the edges. “M’fine, hyung,” he mumbles, fingers curling around one of Joonmyun’s wrists. Jongin’s handled worse than this before, granted he’d been better rested then and had been allowed to get off several times before the end. This time it’s all being held back, but he knows it’ll be worth it.
“You’ve been amazing,” Joonmyun begins and there’s a chorus of agreement around the room. “But don’t push yourself too hard.”
“You’ll take care of me hyung,” Jongin answers. “You always do.”
Joonmyun searches Jongin’s face and finally sighs, nodding and standing to walk back to his chair. It’s an unspoken signal to keep going and Jongin holds his breath as Kyungsoo makes his way toward him.
Jongin’s always enjoyed kissing Kyungsoo, pillowy lips so moist against his own and tongue velvety smooth as it licks into his mouth. Kyungsoo’s moans are soft, melodious as he maps Jongin’s chest and stomach with his hand, smoothing over dips and planes until he’s skirting around Jongin’s cock and dipping between his thighs. “Are you loose for me, Jongin?” he hums against Jongin’s lips. “Have you been fucked open good and hard, waiting for me to fill you up again?”
“Yes,” Jongin breathes, easily letting Kyungsoo take over the reigns.
Kyungsoo rolls Jongin onto his stomach, holding him down roughly, pain radiating where his hands push into his hips as Jongin tries to lift them. He groans, wriggling even as Kyungsoo keeps him in place just where he wants him. Jongin hears the tearing of a condom package and the cap of the lube as he waits to be touched, to be molded under Kyungsoo’s body.
Kyungsoo straddles Jongin, his thighs holding Jongin’s together, fingers spreading Jongin’s cheeks so his cock can slip through. Jongin uses his palm on the blanket as leverage to push back, wanting more, only for Kyungsoo to grab his arm and pin it behind his back. Kyungsoo leans over Jongin, mouth right beside Jongin’s ear. “Don’t move.”
Jongin whimpers, the pain from Kyungsoo’s fingers around his wrist running up his arm and down to his cock that’s trapped between his body and the blanket. He’d try to grind against the fabric for relief, but he doesn’t know what Kyungsoo would do to him if he did, so Jongin waits with bated breath, anticipation lacing with curiosity.
Kyungsoo pushes his cock unforgivingly into Jongin without warning and Jongin cries out, voice muffled in the blankets. He has to turn his face to the side so he can breathe as Kyungsoo keeps him pinned, fucks into him roughly. It makes Jongin’s lower back ache, his hips throb from his bones digging into the blankets and his cock scream for release.
It’s simple, animalistic even as Kyungsoo forces more of his weight on Jongin, grip still tight on Jongin’s wrist and his other hand now on the back of his neck to push his head down. It makes Jongin’s mind go fuzzy, every sensation focused on that underlying unceasing pleasure as Kyungsoo snaps his hips forward with enough power to sting when their skin meets. His ass cheeks burn and he’s having trouble breathing, but Kyungsoo isn’t slowing, shows no signs of stopping.
“I bet you think about me tying you up,” Kyungsoo growls in Jongin’s ear, voice rough and raspy. “Do you come with your fingers up your ass at the thought of me inside you?”
Kyungsoo’s words have Jongin’s ears burning, embarrassment crawling into his cheeks which is an amazing feat considering his position. Everyone has seen him stripped down and bare more times than he can count, but having his fantasies laid out for them all is something a little different.
Kyungsoo’s fingers squeeze around Jongin’s neck. “Answer me.”
Jongin balls his hands, nails biting into his palms. “Yes,” he whimpers, just loud enough to be heard.
“How many nights do you wish you’d wake up with all of us around you, our cocks hard and waiting to be inside you?” Kyungsoo demands, his thrusts slowing enough to have Jongin wanting to push himself back on his cock, but he’s still pinned.
“E-every night,” Jongin admits, voice cracking on a whine.
“It’s a pity we can’t have you all the time, keep you in a cage like a pet.”
Jongin sucks in a sharp breath at the sudden image of himself bound in a collar, wrists and ankles chained as he waits in a cage for someone to play with him. Kyungsoo doesn’t miss it.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Being a willing hole for any of us to fuck when we want, how we want.”
“Fuck yes,” Jongin hisses, the words running through his head, intent on breaking him down.
Kyungsoo huffs out a satisfied laugh, speeding again now that he’s gotten what he wants out of Jongin. “Maybe we’ll just blindfold you next time and use you like the fuck toy you are.”
Jongin cries out, eyes squeezing shut as a second dry orgasm races through him, wave after wave of bliss tinged with disappointment crashing through his system. He goes completely rigid, hips pushing up even through Kyungsoo’s weight as he fucks Jongin through it and into his own orgasm.
When Jongin opens his eyes, the blanket damp with drool under his cheek and shoulder aching now that Kyungsoo has released him, his vision is dark around the edges, dotted with bursting white lights. Kyungsoo’s face leans in close, wiping damp hair from Jongin’s brow.
“Are you alright?” he asks gently, a reversal of how he just took Jongin like he was a doll.
Jongin nods, groaning when he pushes himself up enough to shake the cobwebs scattered in his head. He meets Joonmyun’s concerned gaze and gives him a thumbs up, assuaging his worries. Kyungsoo may have been rough, but Jongin enjoys the buzz of adrenaline, the images and emotions and phantom touches left behind.
Kyungsoo sweeps fingers through Jongin’s hair on his way out, hips swaying and pale skin still red from exertion. Jongin turns to Joonmyun, awaiting the next expectantly. It isn’t long before Tao is pulling from Sehun and crawling forward.
Tao has always been the shyest about this, reluctant to take what he wants. That’s why when it comes time for him, usually everyone save Joonmyun, Yifan and Sehun leave to give him the privacy he needs. Jongin thinks it’s sweet, innocent despite what they’re doing.
It does not, however, mean Tao fucks sweet and innocent. Sometimes he likes to bend Jongin in half, test his flexibility as he fucks him and other times he likes to be the one taken hard and fast. Jongin doesn’t know which one it will be tonight until Tao lays down and beckons Jongin over, one hand around his cock and the other held out to take hold of Jongin when he gets close.
Tao’s eyes are dark and his cheeks are pink as he draws Jongin in for a kiss. “I need you to fuck me,” Tao starts. “Rip me in half.”
Jongin fumbles for a condom, rolling it on with a low groan, his hand wrapping around his swollen girth just to alleviate some of the pressure. He pours lube in his palm to coat himself, fingers tight and spaced apart to spread it evenly. There’s already the shine of lube along Tao’s crack and Jongin’s eyes dart to the corner where there’s an open bottle sitting by Sehun.
“Now, Jongin,” Tao demands, nails biting into Jongin’s scalp.
Jongin pushes Tao’s thighs apart as far as they’ll go and Tao holds himself open for Jongin to push in, one solid thrust to sink all the way into Tao’s ass. Jongin knows it burns, but he also knows that Tao didn’t ask for concerned, so he doesn’t stop. The vice grip around his cock is searing, fluttering around Jongin as he pulls out and slams back in. Tao’s spine arches off the blankets, mouth open in a silent moan and eyes squeezed shut.
It’s a good sign.
Jongin doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter as he fucks into Tao hard and fast even when he pushes Tao’s legs to his chest, leaning over him to press them down with his shoulders. It raises Tao’s hips into the air, letting Jongin go deeper into the slick heat. He doesn’t even have to pull out all the way anymore, thighs stationary as his hips do all the work, grinding his cock over Tao’s prostate again and again.
Jongin notices movement in his periphery, anticipates Sehun’s smooth touch before it happens. Sehun’s long fingers are wet as they trail between Jongin’s thighs and up to his balls. The sensation of Sehun gripping them, kneading them has Jongin groaning, thrusting into Tao even harder. Sehun does it several times, slathering lube along the insides of Jongin’s thighs and teasing his balls before pulling away.
“Don’t move,” Sehun orders, his clean hand resting gently on Jongin’s waist. The command is followed by a smack on Jongin’s ass that leaves a smear of precome because Sehun is just enough of a brat to hit him with his dick.
Jongin feels the soft, blunt tip of Sehun’s cock sliding through the small gap in his thighs, so he tenses, pushes them together as hard as he can without ceasing the rapid way he’s fucking into Tao. Sehun hisses, mumbling about how soft Jongin’s skin is as he thrusts low enough to keep from getting in the way.
Tao is a mess, staccato breaths and everything about him wound up tight. It’s probably a combination of stress and Sehun riling him up earlier because Sehun can never keep his hands to himself. They always have to be on someone.
Jongin has to concentrate, pull his mind off the drops of agonizing pleasure that fill his gut and shift his weight to one arm so he doesn’t disturb Sehun as he jerks Tao off. There’s no rhythm, no time to pump Tao more than four times before he’s coming. It shoots up his chest, landing on his nipples and higher, some of it pooling between his collar bones by the time he’s done.
Jongin grits his teeth through it all, taking in deep breaths and trying not to rut himself into another painful, dry orgasm. He’s so close to the end.
“Thank you,” Tao whispers, a fucked out smile on his face.
Jongin enjoys this, is gratified at knowing he’s brought this kind of peace to someone he cares about. He lowers his head, tilting it to the side for a few soft, chaste kisses as Sehun keeps fucking through his thighs. He aims higher now, his cock hitting against Jongin’s balls. It has Jongin’s cock twitching, reminding both him and Tao that it’s still inside Tao’s ass. So Tao wiggles himself up enough for it to slip out.
Jongin doesn’t know how much longer he can stay in this position, his muscles burning, screaming for a rest. He’s on the verge of offering Sehun his ass or mouth before he hears the hitch in Sehun’s moan, feel the warm come that runs in lines down the insides and backs of his thighs.
Everything is buzzing, white noise in Jongin’s ears as helpful hands pull him up, Sehun kissing down his neck softly before sitting Jongin on the blankets. Sehun and Tao leave the room with arms around each other and all that’s left is Yifan - now dressed - on the couch and Joonmyun stripped down and approaching Jongin cautiously.
Joonmyun sits in front of Jongin and he immediately climbs into his lap, straddling his leader and pushing forward enough to feel Joonmyun’s cock hard against his own. “Please,” Jongin whines, lips skimming over the skin of Joonmyun’s neck. “Please take it off now.”
“Alright,” Joonmyun answers with a small, fond smile.
Jongin hunches over, breath caught in his throat as Joonmyun tugs on the ring around the base of his cock, slowly bringing it up until it slips off and is tossed aside. The effect is instantaneous, Jongin nearly sobbing at the sudden rush of blood, the pressure finally having somewhere to go.
“How do you want to come?” Joonmyun asks, fingers petting gently through Jongin’s hair. He leans in to the touch like a pet, wanting more.
Jongin thinks about it, about Joonmyun’s fingers and Joonmyun’s mouth and Joonmyun’s hand, but that’s not what he wants. “I want your cock inside me,” is his response and Joonmyun nods.
When they go for a condom, there aren’t anymore and Joonmyun gets this apologetic look on his face and Jongin’s heart falls because he knows what it means. “Hyung, please. It won’t take me long, I promise. Just don’t come inside me. It’ll be fine, hyung, please -”
Joonmyun cuts him off with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Okay, Jongin. Okay.”
Jongin lets out a long sigh of relief when he sinks down on Joonmyun’s slick cock until he’s so incredibly full. Joonmyun rocks him with hands on his hips, keeping everything at a controlled pace. Still, Jongin wants more. He lifts and drops, not very far at first, but the heat inside him is clawing to get out and he can’t help it when he goes faster and faster.
He’s bouncing on Joonmyun’s cock, head thrown back and arms locked around Joonmyun’s neck to keep him anchored. It builds and builds and builds until Jongin’s finally coming, thick ropes shooting from his cock like the cork off a bottle of champagne. The relief has Jongin crying, tears running down his cheeks even as he moans out Joonmyun’s name over and over.
Joonmyun waits for Jongin to stop, waits until Jongin is slumped over and his hips have stopped jerking down before lifting him off his cock. Jongin is still catching his breath, his vision blurry around the edges when he sees Joonmyun fisting his own cock using Jongin’s come as lube. And because he adores his leader so much, Jongin takes over, prying Joonmyun’s hand away and replacing it with his own.
Joonmyun brings Jongin in for a kiss, nipping his lower lip playfully as his breath stutters when Jongin thumbs under the crown of his cock. It’s a slow glide of tongues, a way to come down from the high that keeps Jongin’s craving for being touched satiated while it all comes to a close.
Joonmyun comes with Jongin’s name on his lips and Jongin’s hand wrapped tight around his cock, pumping until there’s nothing left.
The silence in the room is deafening and Jongin feels light and heavy at the same time, his limbs useless as he flops over Joonmyun and refuses to move. Everything aches in the best of ways, his ass bearing the brunt of it. Jongin makes a mental note to apologize to his dick later when he’s in private.
Jongin feels Yifan behind him, hands winding around his torso to lift him off Joonmyun’s lap. “Come on,” Yifan encourages, “I’ve got you. We’re going to take care of you.”
Jongin clings happily to Yifan and then to Joonmyun when the two guide him down to the bathroom. This is his favorite part (fine, second favorite, but he can’t help it if orgasms are better). Joonmyun and Yifan draw him a hot bath, letting Jongin sink into the water so they can clean him.
Later, Yifan will carry Jongin into his own room where they’ll squish two beds together so Jongin can fall asleep with Yifan on one side of him and Joonmyun on the other.
(Well, maybe that’s Jongin’s favorite part, but don’t tell his dick.)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongin/EXO
Length: 8350w
Author's Note: originally written for forjongin
Warnings:: orgasm denial, rimming, rough sex, mild come-play, dirty talk
Summary: There's nothing that pleases Jongin more than making his groupmates happy.
Jongin knows he is going to be in for a long night when Yifan walks into the bathroom during his shower, stripping efficiently and quickly, only to join Jongin under the spray. It’s not as if it’s an odd occurrence to shower with someone else, but Jongin is well aware that Yifan’s already washed, leaving Jongin with the last of the lukewarm water.
Yifan slips the loofah out of Jongin’s hand and takes over washing him, pressing hard and soft in all the right places as he scrubs, making sure to clean Jongin thoroughly from head to toe. Then come his hands, mapping over the same path he’d taken while washing him with only minor detours. Fingers tease Jongin’s nipples, Yifan’s large thumbs circling and swiping over the sensitive skin around them until the flesh is puckered and his nipples are hard. Then he pinches and Jongin gasps, reaching out for something to grasp and finding Yifan’s shoulders. He barely has an elbow hooked around Yifan’s neck before he’s being kissed, a skilled tongue licking into his mouth to draw out his moans.
The pads of Yifan’s fingers are wrinkled from being under the spray too long and they feel soft when they slide down his spine, settle on his ass to squeeze his cheeks before slapping each one in turn. Jongin rolls his hips forward, enjoying the sting and the way Yifan massages it away.
There’s a bottle of lube hidden amongst the array of shampoos and conditioners and body washes, and Yifan grabs it without having to look. Jongin hears the sound of the cap popping open and braces himself against Yifan, allowing Yifan to drag him out from underneath the water until his shoulders hit the wall. As much as Jongin was enjoying the spray loosening the muscles in his back, washing the lube away is always uncomfortable and leads to way too much time wasted - at least in his opinion.
Yifan has the best fingers for stretching Jongin open. He never fails to start slow, feeling his way around the rim of Jongin’s entrance before slipping the first one inside. The lube gives it an easy glide and Jongin sighs, spreading his thighs further so Yifan can go deeper.
Jongin is hard and leaking by the time Yifan has set up a good rhythm, moaning into Yifan’s neck as two slick fingers work in and out of his ass. “Everyone’s waiting,” Yifan says, voice low and gruff. It sends an anticipatory shudder all the way to Jongin’s toes.
“Then hurry up,” he demands and Yifan shoves a third finger inside just to hear him hiss.
“Get me off first,” Jongin begs, perfectly aware that he’s pushing the boundaries. During nights like this, he’s not allowed to come until given permission and there’s always a chance Yifan will be forgiving, let him start with a little extra buzz in his system.
Yifan’s long fingers tangle in Jongin’s wet hair, snapping his head back forcefully. Jongin moans, knees nearly giving out at the zip of arousal that shoots down to his cock. “We have something better planned for you,” Yifan rumbles, lips caressing just under Jongin’s jaw before he nips with enough bite to be pleasurable but not enough to leave a mark.
Jongin whines as he grinds down on Yifan’s fingers harder, head tipped back and bottom lip secure in his teeth. “Duizhang please,” Jongin whimpers, holding back a knowing smile when Yifan goes still for a moment, breath hitching.
When Yifan pulls away, Jongin sees how flush the leader looks and considers it a small victory. No matter how put together Yifan attempts to appear, one word from Jongin and it all falls to pieces. “I think that’s enough,” Yifan announces as he turns off the shower before tugging Jongin out to stand on the small rug in front of the toilet. Jongin holds still and lets Yifan dry him off quickly, running the towel through his hair until it’s no longer dripping before he’s done.
The night clothes Jongin brought with him are left behind on the counter by the sink as he’s dragged out of the room naked. The air is cold and unforgiving and Jongin is shivering as he’s led down the hall even as the heat of arousal flows through his veins.
The living room has been rearranged, as per usual when they do this sort of thing, with all the furniture pushed to the walls - the couch, chairs and the coffee table all out of the way. There are blankets laid out in the middle so they have all the space they need.
Everyone is already there in various states of undress. Some are on the couch, others leaning against the wall in couples, whispers halting when they see Jongin walk in. All eyes are on him suddenly and his cock twitches, still hard and curved toward his stomach as Yifan pulls him to the middle of the room. Jongin takes his place, down on his knees and sitting on his calves as his hands fold in his lap.
And he waits.
Joonmyun sits away from the rest, fully dressed and eyes critical as they sweep up and down Jongin’s naked body. He’s always the one to mediate, to ensure that Jongin is safe and hydrated through the long night. And he’s always the last one to fuck him. Jongin watches as Joonmyun leans forward, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt.
“Do you want this?” Joonmyun asks in this soft, yet commanding voice that never fails to send a pleasant wave of heat through Jongin’s body.
“Yes,” he answers, still a little out of breath because he’s positively thrumming with arousal, desperate for someone to fill him up.
Joonmyun nods, sitting back in his chair. “You all know the rules. Oldest to youngest.”
Jongin sees Minseok peeling away from Luhan, leaving Luhan with Yixing as Minseok walks forward. His thighs flex as he moves and Jongin swallows hard, remembering the time Minseok held him against the wall and fucked him until he begged to come. No one else has the core strength to do that, not even Tao, and it turns Jongin on even more.
Minseok sits in front of Jongin, cock not hard yet, but getting there. Jongin reaches out almost instinctively and wraps his fingers tight around Minseok’s cock, stroking from base to tip with sharp jerks of his hand. Minseok’s never been one for soft or slow and Jongin can feel the way his cock swells and twitches when he presses his thumb to the base and drags it up.
With a groan, Minseok moves Jongin’s hand away and reaches out behind him to grab a condom and the lube. Jongin helps rolls the rubber down Minseok’s cock and watches with barely contained anticipation as he lubes himself up. “On my lap,” Minseok instructs and Jongin climbs up eagerly.
He moans loudly, head dropping back and eyes squeezed shut as he sinks down on Minseok’s cock. Jongin wraps his arms around Minseok’s neck to keep himself upright as he rolls his hips, appreciating the way Minseok’s cock throbs inside him, how wonderfully full he finally feels. Minseok’s hands rest on Jongin’s hips, helping him to rock faster before he’s being lifted, only to drop back down.
It’s almost overwhelming, going from nothing to everything so quickly and Jongin leans back, resting his palms on the blanket for better leverage. This new angle is perfect, Minseok’s cock sliding almost all the way out of him before he thrusts up.
Jongin forces his eyes open because one of the best parts of being fucked by the entire group - aside from how damn good it feels - is watching them watching him. It makes him feel desirable, wanted and for a hormonal boy who’s been shunted into the spotlight under a sexy persona, it feels like validation.
And there’s nothing Jongin wants more than validation, than being seen worthy of his title and praised for it. When he’s broken down by each person in the group and put back together after giving them all the pleasure they seek, Jongin is his happiest.
Minseok’s nails scrape down Jongin’s sides and Jongin hisses, whimpering at the sensations now rushing down to his cock. He bounces faster, slamming his ass down on Minseok’s cock and swiveling his hips to make it that much better.
Jongin doesn’t notice the person behind him until fingers run through his hair and tip his head back for a kiss. Luhan is smiling at him, touching him softly in contrast to the way Minseok is fucking him open. “Such a good little cockslut,” Luhan whispers in Jongin’s ear. He feels something slide onto his head and reaches up to feel the cat ears sticking out of his wet hair. “Such a good kitty.”
Jongin whines, turning his head to chase Luhan’s mouth for another kiss. He’s rewarded with a small peck on his lips and Luhan’s hands running down his chest. When Luhan makes it down to Jongin’s cock, he circles the base with his fingers and jerks him off slowly. Jongin feels his thighs tensing, balls aching to come and he knows he can’t hold it much longer.
That’s when he feels the pressure around the base of his cock. Jongin looks down to see a bright pink cock ring tight around his dick. He should have known better.
“Can’t have the fun ending too early,” Luhan explains, kissing the pout off Jongin’s mouth.
Jongin stays upright when Minseok shifts to lay flat, allowing enough space for Luhan to drop to his knees, straddling Minseok’s stomach with little room left between his cock and Jongin’s mouth. Jongin is all smiles despite the pain of not being able to come as he sucks Luhan’s cock through his lips. He keeps his eyes on Luhan’s face just to see his reaction when Jongin uses his tongue to roll down his foreskin. Because he’s uncut, the head of Luhan’s cock is more sensitive than the others and he gasps, falling forward to balance his forearms on Jongin’s shoulders as he teases around the crown with his teeth.
Jongin slurps him down, gagging when the tip hits high in the back of his throat. His eyes water and Jongin inhales sharply, hands coming up to grip Luhan’s thighs so he doesn’t lose his balance. It’s not easy trying to focus on getting Luhan off when Minseok is still fucking into him, Jongin’s knees sliding further apart a little with every other thrust until the stretch aches.
Filled in both ends, Jongin moans around Luhan’s cock and hears a moan in return. Minseok’s never been loud during sex, his breathing hitching the only sign of how good he feels. Jongin makes sure to clench around him, proud of himself when Minseok’s steady rhythm is thrown off. Fingers dig into the backs of his knees when Minseok comes, his cock pulsing inside Jongin as he fills the condom.
Jongin appreciates the boneless way Minseok lays under him as Luhan continues to roll his hips, his cock fucking in and out of Jongin’s mouth. He makes sure to press up with his tongue, swallow when the head slides to the back of his throat. Luhan shivers over him, eyes riveted on his lips. “You look so fucking perfect like this,” he moans.
The feather light touch of fingers on the insides of Jongin’s thighs catch him off guard and he jerks forward, his nose hitting against the trim hair just above Luhan’s cock. It takes Luhan by surprise too and he growls as he comes hot and thick over Jongin’s tongue. There are other appreciative noises Jongin hears from around him, eyes surveying the rest of the members as soon as Luhan’s cock slips from his mouth.
Yixing is looking at him with enough intensity to have Jongin tensing, forcing a huff of sensitivity induced laughter from Minseok because his softening cock is still inside him. Jongin stays still, aware of Luhan brushing a thumb over his cheek affectionately and Minseok moving from between his legs, but he doesn’t move. He waits until Yifan is in front of him with a soft smile that fades into an exasperated sigh when he reaches up and takes the cat ears off Jongin’s head, tossing them in Luhan’s direction.
Yifan’s hair is still wet, droplets threatening to splash on Jongin’s chest now that he’s on his back with Yifan hovering over him. His touch is gentle, smoothing over the skin of Jongin’s protruding hipbones before running up Jongin’s sides. When he leans down for a kiss, Jongin meets him halfway, pulling at his lower lip with his teeth because he likes to hear the almost silent growls that die in Yifan’s throat. It’s also the only way he can nonverbally let Yifan know he wants to be fucked hard and fast; none of this slow and gentle shit. Jongin can take it and Jongin wants it.
There’s a brief moment of eye contact and Jongin gives Yifan the slightest of nods before he’s being stretched open with his cock. Jongin falls back, mouth open and neck strained as Yifan fills him, bottoming out with one swift thrust. He sees Baekhyun palming himself through his jeans behind him and Kyungsoo leaning against Baekhyun, eyes burning and bright, riveted on Jongin.
Jongin manages a smirk in their direction before Yifan takes firm hold of his hips and slams into him hard enough for Jongin to feel it reverberate up his spine. His cock twitches, thick and ruddy and throbbing from the need to come. It slaps against his stomach with every thrust, Yifan’s cock pushing all the way in and pulling out to the crown with a steady rhythm that keeps Jongin’s entire body on edge.
Yifan specializes in the slow and sweet, but he’s no slouch in this department either. Jongin wraps his legs around Yifan’s waist, drawing him in for more. The fingers on his hips dig into him almost painfully and Jongin imagines the bruises that will be left behind, the dark look he’ll get from Yifan when he raises his shirt later to wipe sweat from his brow and they show dark and obvious in the practice room.
It’s not often when any of them mark Jongin, but when they do, it’s all at once. Yifan is just the beginning. It fills Jongin with a sense of belonging - knowing that he is theirs and no one else’s. Relationships in the group are like liquid, members flowing from one to the other without sticking around for long, but they all come back to Jongin and it’s never disappointing.
“Duizhang,” Jongin gasps, thighs gripping tighter on thin hips as Yifan slides slick and hard into him so quickly that it all feels like a blur.
Jongin’s nails curl into the blanket by his head in an attempt to find something solid to keep him grounded because the room is spinning and he can barely pull in enough air through dry lips. There’s a dangerous pressure mounting in his gut and every exhale now twists into a moan. He swears he’s about to come, the ring around his cock cutting around the base unable to hold it back.
But he doesn’t.
Yifan comes apart deep inside Jongin, filling the condom as his cock throbs inside him, hips jerking forward until there’s nothing left. Jongin whines, sweat covered skin beginning to itch and the need to come overwhelming. “Please,” he whimpers aloud, hoping someone will listen. “Please.”
Yifan is deaf to his pleas, sliding carefully out of Jongin and moving away to leave him alone on the blankets. Jongin expects someone to take his place, but no one does.
The longer he lays untouched, the easier it gets to breathe, eyes darting around the room and settling on Joonmyun with a pleading look. His almost orgasm dwindles away like kite strings in the wind with no one to hold them down and Jongin can’t grasp at them fast enough. By the time calloused fingers caress over his ankles and trail up his calves, knees, thighs, Jongin is fighting back tears of frustration.
He knows one word would stop it all - one word and the ring will be gone and he’ll be free from this torture, but that’s not what he wants. Jongin wants to hold on, knowing that even as he begs, they will not listen. It’s part of the game, Jongin slotting into his role with ease and each of them following after.
Yixing is the one touching him, hands exploring Jongin’s hips now before moving up, thumbs tweaking his nipples on the way. He hums when Jongin arches into it, a smile on his beautiful mouth. “Jongin,” Yixing whispers, the heat of his breath cool over Jongin’s sweaty face. “Will you let me have you?”
Always so sweet, accented words trickling in Jongin’s ear like honey. “Yes,” Jongin answers, focusing on the curve of Yixing’s neck, the flush of arousal pink over his cheeks and running down his chest.
Yixing settles on his knees between Jongin’s legs, running fingers cautiously over his already stretched hole and up to his balls. Jongin hisses, teeth secure in his lower lip as he watches Yixing pick up the discarded bottle of lube and dribble a fresh coat down Jongin’s crack. It’s cool and Jongin flinches even when Yixing slides two digits through it and pushes them into him.
Once Jongin is almost dripping wet, Yixing rolls on a condom and coats himself before pushing in. He’s so careful, patient and still teasing with fluttering fingers all over Jongin’s thighs, his hips, his stomach. Yixing takes what feels like forever to slide all the way in and Jongin’s head falls to the side.
Luhan and Minseok are laying on the couch, still naked and enjoying the show, Luhan’s fist working slick and fast over Minseok’s cock. Jongin can’t take his eyes off the movement and he nearly jumps out of his skin when Yixing leans down, nips at his neck to gain his attention again.
It’s not that Jongin doesn’t appreciate the way Yixing rocks into him, never pulling out very far before bottoming out again, but if Jongin doesn’t distract his mind from the thick pleasure that accompanies it, he’s liable to combust. He’s already nearing that precipice again, too many sensations at once trying to pull him in different directions. There’s Yixing’s cock rubbing insistently over his prostate, Yixing’s thumbs on his nipples and Yixing’s mouth now biting tiny marks under his jaw until he moves up to for a kiss.
Jongin licks at Yixing’s tongue, fingers twisting in coarse hair as he raises his hips into each thrust. He knows by now that trying to coax Yixing into going faster will never work, but it doesn’t mean Jongin won’t try. With ankles locked against the base of Yixing’s spine, he pushes and whines and does everything save beg out loud for Yixing to up the pace.
Jongin’s dry orgasm hits as Yixing’s thrusting into him with long, steady strokes, his fingers trailing reverently down Jongin’s stomach and slowly toward his groin. His thumbs push into the grooves of his hips as Jongin’s spine bows off the blankets. It takes him whole, body rigid and throat burning and the pulsing throbs of his cock satisfying yet torturous all at once. Jongin lets out a sob, eyes squeezed shut and blood rushing in his ears.
And then he’s empty, clenching around air. His eyes open to see Yixing with the condom off, hand stroking over his cock once, twice, three times before he comes. It lands hot on Jongin’s stomach and still hard cock in thick white ropes. Jongin watches as Yixing rubs it into his skin, smearing it over his stomach and into the dips where his hips and thighs meet.
Yixing’s eyes are dark, lips wet and bitten and he stares at Jongin as he pushes the pad of his thumb into Jongin’s mouth. Like a good boy, Jongin sucks the taste of come off it, tongue lapping around to catch it all before it slips out. Yixing nearly falls over Jongin in his haste to kiss him, tongue slithering into his mouth to taste himself with a throaty moan.
Yixing keeps touching Jongin, drawing out his sensitivity with their bodies pushed together, Yixing's come dripping onto the top blanket to soak through. He lets Yixing calm him, Yixing speaking in a hushed whisper against Jongin's neck and cheek and it works even if he's reverted back to his mother tongue. It's an adorable side effect of Yixing getting off and Jongin breathes out a soft laugh.
With an arm around his waist and a hand firm on the back of his neck, Jongin allows himself to be lifted until he’s sitting on the blankets. He hisses, muscles aching and the head of his cock rubbing over his stomach to remind him that he's still painfully hard. As soon as Yixing pulls away, one last kiss left on Jongin's forehead, Joonmyun is at Jongin's side with a bottle of water lifted to his mouth.
Jongin drinks it down with greedy gulps, only slowing when Joonmyun instructs him to, a hand at Jongin's mouth to wipe away what's spilled. "Are you alright?' Joonmyun asks.
Jongin nods without hesitation even though he's not really paying attention to Joonmyun. Minseok and Luhan are lounging on the couch looking sleepy as they whisper back and forth with each other. Yifan is off to the side, wiping down Yixing with a damp towel. Chanyeol is propped against the wall and Jongin sucks in a harsh breath as he watches Chanyeol's cock disappear inside Jongdae's mouth. Baekhyun is encouraging Jongdae with fingers balled tight in Jongdae's hair to guide him as Kyungsoo leaves a trail of kisses across Baekhyun's shoulders.
"I need to hear you say it," Joonmyun interrupts, drawing Jongin's face up by his chin so he can look into his eyes. "Tell me how you feel."
"Hot," Jongin croaks, followed with a raspy laugh.
Joonmyun doesn't appear amused. "Do you want to continue?"
"Yes." The answer is a simple truth, uttered without a second thought.
Joonmyun looks at him critically, as if trying to decide if Jongin is a good enough judge of his own boundaries. "Ok," he finally whispers. "Ok, but if you need to stop -"
"I know," Jongin assures him.
Joonmyun ruffles Jongin's hair affectionately before getting up, leaving Jongin to the mercy of the next person. His gaze is immediately drawn over to the group by the wall only to witness Baekhyun peeling away from Kyungsoo while drawing Jongdae up with him, hand still in his hair. Chanyeol lets out a grunt of indignance, reaching for Jongdae, but getting his arm slapped away by Baekhyun.
Jongin's chest squeezes, nerves prickling because Baekhyun is the most unpredictable one of the group. The last time they did this, he'd tied Jongin face down and spread eagle to the kitchen table, each limb to a table leg so Jongin couldn't move as he fucked into him from behind. And now Baekhyun is in front of Jongin with a cheeky grin on his lips and Jongdae at his side looking just as mischievous.
When Jongdae lurches forward, capturing Jongin’s face in his hands, Jongin tastes Chanyeol on his tongue. Baekhyun is cruel, lithe fingers circling Jongin’s cock and pumping him just a little too soft for relief. It has Jongin wiggling, hips pushing forward and Baekhyun pulling away with a cluck of his tongue.
“Hands and knees,” Baekhyun instructs and Jongin scrambles to obey.
Jongin keeps his weight on his forearms, head down and ass up in the air because that’s the way Baekhyun likes it. Only this time, Baekhyun slips an arm around Jongin’s waist and hauls him up until he’s on his hands. “I love how eager you are for my cock,” Baekhyun begins with an amused hum as the pad of one of his fingers circles Jongin’s rim, “but we need to leave room for Jongdae.”
Jongdae positions himself - with a little help from both Baekhyun and Jongin - right underneath Jongin. For a brief, fearful moment, Jongin thinks they’re going to fuck him together and he’s not entirely sure how he feels about being stretched that much. However, that fear alleviates when Jongdae rolls a condom over Jongin’s cock instead of his own, making sure to lube him thoroughly and with teasing twists of his wrist that have Jongin moaning and rutting into his grip.
Jongdae leans up, an arm hooked around Jongin’s neck to bring them together. “Fuck me,” he commands.
Baekhyun reaches between Jongin’s legs from behind and guides Jongin's cock into Jongdae’s ass with a firm push. He’s so tight and slick, sucking Jongin’s cock all the way in with one long thrust. Jongdae shudders out a high-pitched moan, hips bucking up in an attempt to draw Jongin in deeper with nails scratching down Jongin’s back.
Jongin has to pause, collect himself, but it’s cut short when he feels the blunt tip of Baekhyun’s cock slide up and down his crack before pushing inside him. The stimulation has Jongin’s arms buckling, head resting on Jongdae’s shoulder. Fingers lace in Jongin’s hair, petting and encouraging before they ball into a fist and pull him up. Jongin’s moan is loud, wanton as Baekhyun fucks Jongin back with his hold and Jongdae grabs Jongin’s thighs to pull him forward.
He’s a ragdoll between them, pliant and heated and essentially a toy for their use. Jongin is slammed back on Baekhyun’s cock only to immediately be tugged from the other direction until he’s balls deep in Jongdae’s ass. They’re relentless and Jongin is a moaning, panting mess. The stimulation has him trembling, unable to keep up with it coming from two places at once.
He thinks his muscles may give out, but even still he doesn’t want it to stop. It’s like he’s being stripped down to raw nerves - every drag, every touch, every word whispered in the height of passion scraping rough and hard and deliciously perfect.
And just when Jongin thinks he’s gaining a little control back, rolling his hips forward and back, they go and change things up. Baekhyun draws away completely and Jongin whines, stalling in his movements and unable to keep up as Jongdae moves too. A glance up and he sees the smile playing on Kyungsoo’s mouth, the gleam in Chanyeol’s eyes. And even if he can’t get a glimpse of Joonmyun at this angle, Jongin can feel the heat of his gaze on him.
The reprieve allows Jongin to breathe, to think and and compensate for being thrown so off balance. So when Baekhyun takes up Jongdae’s position under Jongin with a smirk, Jongin lets himself melt against him. Baekhyun wraps around him, kissing Jongin with so much vigor it nearly distracts him, but Jongin knows what to expect now. He doesn’t flinch when he feels the pressure of Jongdae’s cockhead against his hole; in fact, he rocks back enough have it push inside just the littlest bit.
Jongdae hisses and slaps the side of Jongin’s thigh, but keeps pressing forward until he’s fully sheathed. And then he stops, waits as Baekhyun disposes of Jongin’s condom and slides on a new one, coating him with lube. “Ready?” Baekhyun asks, a little breathy and a lot eager.
Jongin guides his cock into Baekhyun slowly, enjoying the glide, the heat and friction that have him throbbing that much harder. The ache of his balls, the itch to come that twists and burns in his gut is subdued by sheer willpower. Jongin thinks about the sweat that clings between his shoulderblades, the cramp that’s trying to take hold in the bottom of his left foot and the softness of the pads of Baekhyun’s fingers when he caresses over the swell of Jongin’s lip with two of them.
Jongin opens his mouth, lets Baekhyun push his fingers past his lips until Jongin’s tongue laps around them. Baekhyun moans, his muscles clenching hard around Jongin’s cock. “So good,” Baekhyun moans. “So damn good with your mouth. I’m going to have you suck me off next time,” he promises even as he falls apart. Jongin’s thrusts pick up in speed, slamming into Baekhyun so he hiccups each time Jongin’s hips hit against his ass.
Jongdae isn’t unaffected either, breathing harsh and nails biting into Jongin’s sides to join the bruises Yifan started earlier. Jongin’s going to be a mottled, scratched up mess by the end and he can’t wait.
Baekhyun comes when Jongin bites down on his fingers, teeth scraping over his knuckles on the pull out. Jongin looks down to see Baekhyun jerking himself off, his pretty cock rutting through his fist as the remains of white dribble from the slit. For a moment, Jongin is taken with the desire to force Baekhyun up so he can suck the rest out with his mouth, but the thought is lost when Jongdae falls over his back, hips grinding hard into his ass.
Jongin feels Jongdae’s cock pulsing inside him when he comes before he hears his moan, forehead on Jongin’s spine as he thrusts through it. They’re both gentle when they move, hands on Jongin’s arms to help guide him, lay him on his back to ease the ache in his knees. He’s boneless, whimpering at the emptiness that follows being fucked without coming. He hisses when Baekhyun pulls the condom off his cock, letting it spring back to hit against his stomach.
Jongin is all hands when Chanyeol steps forward, crawling over him slowly as Jongin struggles to pull him in faster. Jongin has fingers tangled in Chanyeol’s hair, their lips together and his chest pushed up for as much skin to sink contact as he can get. Chanyeol’s always been more indulgent than the others, more attuned to what Jongin needs instead of putting himself first.
Chanyeol kisses him with long, slow swipes of his tongue sweeping into Jongin’s mouth, exploring fingers trailing down his spine before reversing. They grip the back of Jongin’s neck and pull his head back. Jongin whines.
“Can you handle being on your knees again?” Chanyeol questions. Jongin looks unsure, already dreading how much worse they’ll be hurting in the morning. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”
Jongin nods, voice caught in his throat because he’s so hot, so needy and strung out. Chanyeol rewards him with a smile and then aids Jongin in sitting up, weight on his knees.
“I want that gorgeous mouth of your around my cock,” Chanyeol explains and that’s something Jongin will gladly do.
Jongin expects Chanyeol to stand, hold his cock out for Jongin to take before rocking into his mouth, but Chanyeol does something different this time. When Jongin leans forward onto his elbows, it’s with his face directly over Chanyeol’s cock and Chanyeol’s face under Jongin’s. Confused, Jongin stares down at Chanyeol, only to feel Chanyeol’s cock slap against his cheek.
Jongin is very aware of the puffs of hot air that fan over his cock as it hangs heavy and thick between his legs, untouched and leaking. But he pushes it aside, focuses on Chanyeol’s cock. He licks around the crown, tasting the musk and bitterness of precome as it coats his tongue. Chanyeol groans, hips shifting up so Jongin takes him down further, balancing on one arm so he can fist what won’t fit in his mouth.
Jongin jolts, nearly chokes himself lurching forward when hands pry apart his cheeks, exposing his stretched hole to the air. He whines, shuddering when cool air rushes over it and he clenches instinctively. Chanyeol thrusts upward, reminding Jongin of what Chanyeol wants.
Jongin hums around Chanyeol’s cock, head bobbing to wet him thoroughly. He takes great care to tongue around the tip, squeezing around the base when he hollows his cheeks. Taking in a deep breath, Jongin fits as much of his cock as he can in his mouth before swallowing. Chanyeol’s moans are deep, vibrations rumbling all the way down to where Jongin can feel them. He grins, very much enjoying how well he can please Chanyeol.
Jongin goes faster, jerking Chanyeol off as he sucks around the tip hard. He’s unprepared for the wet push of a tongue against his rim and Jongin moans, Chanyeol’s cock falling from his mouth. “Holy shit,” he breathes, rocking backward onto the tongue that’s now working inside of his ass.
His legs spread wider, body dipping low enough for Chanyeol to get to him easier and it leaves Jongin’s cock rubbing against Chanyeol’s chest. Thick, heady pleasure shoots up Jongin’s spine and he nearly forgets everything until Chanyeol’s tongue laps deep into him and he squeezes around Chanyeol’s cock inadvertently.
Jongin’s a little dizzy, unable to keep still, but he goes back to sucking Chanyeol off with vigor. He ends up matching Chanyeol’s pace, hips moving down enough to feel the drag of his cock over skin. It takes a little of the edge off.
Jongin’s been blowing Chanyeol since before debut, so even with the added distraction of Chanyeol eating him out, Jongin gets him off rather quick. The taste of come floods Jongin’s mouth, thick on his tongue before it swallows it all. Chanyeol goes limp almost immediately, Jongin holding his hips down until he sucks everything out of him.
There’s a knowing laugh that escapes Jongin’s throat when Chanyeol whines from oversensitivity and pushes him over. He lands on his side with a smile, willingly falling onto his back when Chanyeol shoves at his arm playfully. Chanyeol’s chin is wet and he wipes it on his arm, eyeing Jongin like he’s a dangerous animal as he stumbles away on unsteady legs.
There’s movement in the corner and Jongin is drawn to it, watching as Joonmyun gets up. Jongin also finally sees where Sehun and Tao have been lurking most of the evening, sitting on the floor by Joonmyun’s chair, mostly naked and hanging on each other. Jongin wants to crawl over, fit himself between them, but that’s not how it works.
Joonmyun coaxes Jongin up onto his elbows, pouring cool water into his mouth. It feels heavenly, running over chapped lips and a parched throat. “Look at me,” Joonmyun commands. His hands cup Jongin’s face, thumbs pulling at the skin under Jongin’s eyes. “I need you to focus.”
Jongin blinks until Joonmyun isn’t fuzzy around the edges. “M’fine, hyung,” he mumbles, fingers curling around one of Joonmyun’s wrists. Jongin’s handled worse than this before, granted he’d been better rested then and had been allowed to get off several times before the end. This time it’s all being held back, but he knows it’ll be worth it.
“You’ve been amazing,” Joonmyun begins and there’s a chorus of agreement around the room. “But don’t push yourself too hard.”
“You’ll take care of me hyung,” Jongin answers. “You always do.”
Joonmyun searches Jongin’s face and finally sighs, nodding and standing to walk back to his chair. It’s an unspoken signal to keep going and Jongin holds his breath as Kyungsoo makes his way toward him.
Jongin’s always enjoyed kissing Kyungsoo, pillowy lips so moist against his own and tongue velvety smooth as it licks into his mouth. Kyungsoo’s moans are soft, melodious as he maps Jongin’s chest and stomach with his hand, smoothing over dips and planes until he’s skirting around Jongin’s cock and dipping between his thighs. “Are you loose for me, Jongin?” he hums against Jongin’s lips. “Have you been fucked open good and hard, waiting for me to fill you up again?”
“Yes,” Jongin breathes, easily letting Kyungsoo take over the reigns.
Kyungsoo rolls Jongin onto his stomach, holding him down roughly, pain radiating where his hands push into his hips as Jongin tries to lift them. He groans, wriggling even as Kyungsoo keeps him in place just where he wants him. Jongin hears the tearing of a condom package and the cap of the lube as he waits to be touched, to be molded under Kyungsoo’s body.
Kyungsoo straddles Jongin, his thighs holding Jongin’s together, fingers spreading Jongin’s cheeks so his cock can slip through. Jongin uses his palm on the blanket as leverage to push back, wanting more, only for Kyungsoo to grab his arm and pin it behind his back. Kyungsoo leans over Jongin, mouth right beside Jongin’s ear. “Don’t move.”
Jongin whimpers, the pain from Kyungsoo’s fingers around his wrist running up his arm and down to his cock that’s trapped between his body and the blanket. He’d try to grind against the fabric for relief, but he doesn’t know what Kyungsoo would do to him if he did, so Jongin waits with bated breath, anticipation lacing with curiosity.
Kyungsoo pushes his cock unforgivingly into Jongin without warning and Jongin cries out, voice muffled in the blankets. He has to turn his face to the side so he can breathe as Kyungsoo keeps him pinned, fucks into him roughly. It makes Jongin’s lower back ache, his hips throb from his bones digging into the blankets and his cock scream for release.
It’s simple, animalistic even as Kyungsoo forces more of his weight on Jongin, grip still tight on Jongin’s wrist and his other hand now on the back of his neck to push his head down. It makes Jongin’s mind go fuzzy, every sensation focused on that underlying unceasing pleasure as Kyungsoo snaps his hips forward with enough power to sting when their skin meets. His ass cheeks burn and he’s having trouble breathing, but Kyungsoo isn’t slowing, shows no signs of stopping.
“I bet you think about me tying you up,” Kyungsoo growls in Jongin’s ear, voice rough and raspy. “Do you come with your fingers up your ass at the thought of me inside you?”
Kyungsoo’s words have Jongin’s ears burning, embarrassment crawling into his cheeks which is an amazing feat considering his position. Everyone has seen him stripped down and bare more times than he can count, but having his fantasies laid out for them all is something a little different.
Kyungsoo’s fingers squeeze around Jongin’s neck. “Answer me.”
Jongin balls his hands, nails biting into his palms. “Yes,” he whimpers, just loud enough to be heard.
“How many nights do you wish you’d wake up with all of us around you, our cocks hard and waiting to be inside you?” Kyungsoo demands, his thrusts slowing enough to have Jongin wanting to push himself back on his cock, but he’s still pinned.
“E-every night,” Jongin admits, voice cracking on a whine.
“It’s a pity we can’t have you all the time, keep you in a cage like a pet.”
Jongin sucks in a sharp breath at the sudden image of himself bound in a collar, wrists and ankles chained as he waits in a cage for someone to play with him. Kyungsoo doesn’t miss it.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Being a willing hole for any of us to fuck when we want, how we want.”
“Fuck yes,” Jongin hisses, the words running through his head, intent on breaking him down.
Kyungsoo huffs out a satisfied laugh, speeding again now that he’s gotten what he wants out of Jongin. “Maybe we’ll just blindfold you next time and use you like the fuck toy you are.”
Jongin cries out, eyes squeezing shut as a second dry orgasm races through him, wave after wave of bliss tinged with disappointment crashing through his system. He goes completely rigid, hips pushing up even through Kyungsoo’s weight as he fucks Jongin through it and into his own orgasm.
When Jongin opens his eyes, the blanket damp with drool under his cheek and shoulder aching now that Kyungsoo has released him, his vision is dark around the edges, dotted with bursting white lights. Kyungsoo’s face leans in close, wiping damp hair from Jongin’s brow.
“Are you alright?” he asks gently, a reversal of how he just took Jongin like he was a doll.
Jongin nods, groaning when he pushes himself up enough to shake the cobwebs scattered in his head. He meets Joonmyun’s concerned gaze and gives him a thumbs up, assuaging his worries. Kyungsoo may have been rough, but Jongin enjoys the buzz of adrenaline, the images and emotions and phantom touches left behind.
Kyungsoo sweeps fingers through Jongin’s hair on his way out, hips swaying and pale skin still red from exertion. Jongin turns to Joonmyun, awaiting the next expectantly. It isn’t long before Tao is pulling from Sehun and crawling forward.
Tao has always been the shyest about this, reluctant to take what he wants. That’s why when it comes time for him, usually everyone save Joonmyun, Yifan and Sehun leave to give him the privacy he needs. Jongin thinks it’s sweet, innocent despite what they’re doing.
It does not, however, mean Tao fucks sweet and innocent. Sometimes he likes to bend Jongin in half, test his flexibility as he fucks him and other times he likes to be the one taken hard and fast. Jongin doesn’t know which one it will be tonight until Tao lays down and beckons Jongin over, one hand around his cock and the other held out to take hold of Jongin when he gets close.
Tao’s eyes are dark and his cheeks are pink as he draws Jongin in for a kiss. “I need you to fuck me,” Tao starts. “Rip me in half.”
Jongin fumbles for a condom, rolling it on with a low groan, his hand wrapping around his swollen girth just to alleviate some of the pressure. He pours lube in his palm to coat himself, fingers tight and spaced apart to spread it evenly. There’s already the shine of lube along Tao’s crack and Jongin’s eyes dart to the corner where there’s an open bottle sitting by Sehun.
“Now, Jongin,” Tao demands, nails biting into Jongin’s scalp.
Jongin pushes Tao’s thighs apart as far as they’ll go and Tao holds himself open for Jongin to push in, one solid thrust to sink all the way into Tao’s ass. Jongin knows it burns, but he also knows that Tao didn’t ask for concerned, so he doesn’t stop. The vice grip around his cock is searing, fluttering around Jongin as he pulls out and slams back in. Tao’s spine arches off the blankets, mouth open in a silent moan and eyes squeezed shut.
It’s a good sign.
Jongin doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter as he fucks into Tao hard and fast even when he pushes Tao’s legs to his chest, leaning over him to press them down with his shoulders. It raises Tao’s hips into the air, letting Jongin go deeper into the slick heat. He doesn’t even have to pull out all the way anymore, thighs stationary as his hips do all the work, grinding his cock over Tao’s prostate again and again.
Jongin notices movement in his periphery, anticipates Sehun’s smooth touch before it happens. Sehun’s long fingers are wet as they trail between Jongin’s thighs and up to his balls. The sensation of Sehun gripping them, kneading them has Jongin groaning, thrusting into Tao even harder. Sehun does it several times, slathering lube along the insides of Jongin’s thighs and teasing his balls before pulling away.
“Don’t move,” Sehun orders, his clean hand resting gently on Jongin’s waist. The command is followed by a smack on Jongin’s ass that leaves a smear of precome because Sehun is just enough of a brat to hit him with his dick.
Jongin feels the soft, blunt tip of Sehun’s cock sliding through the small gap in his thighs, so he tenses, pushes them together as hard as he can without ceasing the rapid way he’s fucking into Tao. Sehun hisses, mumbling about how soft Jongin’s skin is as he thrusts low enough to keep from getting in the way.
Tao is a mess, staccato breaths and everything about him wound up tight. It’s probably a combination of stress and Sehun riling him up earlier because Sehun can never keep his hands to himself. They always have to be on someone.
Jongin has to concentrate, pull his mind off the drops of agonizing pleasure that fill his gut and shift his weight to one arm so he doesn’t disturb Sehun as he jerks Tao off. There’s no rhythm, no time to pump Tao more than four times before he’s coming. It shoots up his chest, landing on his nipples and higher, some of it pooling between his collar bones by the time he’s done.
Jongin grits his teeth through it all, taking in deep breaths and trying not to rut himself into another painful, dry orgasm. He’s so close to the end.
“Thank you,” Tao whispers, a fucked out smile on his face.
Jongin enjoys this, is gratified at knowing he’s brought this kind of peace to someone he cares about. He lowers his head, tilting it to the side for a few soft, chaste kisses as Sehun keeps fucking through his thighs. He aims higher now, his cock hitting against Jongin’s balls. It has Jongin’s cock twitching, reminding both him and Tao that it’s still inside Tao’s ass. So Tao wiggles himself up enough for it to slip out.
Jongin doesn’t know how much longer he can stay in this position, his muscles burning, screaming for a rest. He’s on the verge of offering Sehun his ass or mouth before he hears the hitch in Sehun’s moan, feel the warm come that runs in lines down the insides and backs of his thighs.
Everything is buzzing, white noise in Jongin’s ears as helpful hands pull him up, Sehun kissing down his neck softly before sitting Jongin on the blankets. Sehun and Tao leave the room with arms around each other and all that’s left is Yifan - now dressed - on the couch and Joonmyun stripped down and approaching Jongin cautiously.
Joonmyun sits in front of Jongin and he immediately climbs into his lap, straddling his leader and pushing forward enough to feel Joonmyun’s cock hard against his own. “Please,” Jongin whines, lips skimming over the skin of Joonmyun’s neck. “Please take it off now.”
“Alright,” Joonmyun answers with a small, fond smile.
Jongin hunches over, breath caught in his throat as Joonmyun tugs on the ring around the base of his cock, slowly bringing it up until it slips off and is tossed aside. The effect is instantaneous, Jongin nearly sobbing at the sudden rush of blood, the pressure finally having somewhere to go.
“How do you want to come?” Joonmyun asks, fingers petting gently through Jongin’s hair. He leans in to the touch like a pet, wanting more.
Jongin thinks about it, about Joonmyun’s fingers and Joonmyun’s mouth and Joonmyun’s hand, but that’s not what he wants. “I want your cock inside me,” is his response and Joonmyun nods.
When they go for a condom, there aren’t anymore and Joonmyun gets this apologetic look on his face and Jongin’s heart falls because he knows what it means. “Hyung, please. It won’t take me long, I promise. Just don’t come inside me. It’ll be fine, hyung, please -”
Joonmyun cuts him off with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Okay, Jongin. Okay.”
Jongin lets out a long sigh of relief when he sinks down on Joonmyun’s slick cock until he’s so incredibly full. Joonmyun rocks him with hands on his hips, keeping everything at a controlled pace. Still, Jongin wants more. He lifts and drops, not very far at first, but the heat inside him is clawing to get out and he can’t help it when he goes faster and faster.
He’s bouncing on Joonmyun’s cock, head thrown back and arms locked around Joonmyun’s neck to keep him anchored. It builds and builds and builds until Jongin’s finally coming, thick ropes shooting from his cock like the cork off a bottle of champagne. The relief has Jongin crying, tears running down his cheeks even as he moans out Joonmyun’s name over and over.
Joonmyun waits for Jongin to stop, waits until Jongin is slumped over and his hips have stopped jerking down before lifting him off his cock. Jongin is still catching his breath, his vision blurry around the edges when he sees Joonmyun fisting his own cock using Jongin’s come as lube. And because he adores his leader so much, Jongin takes over, prying Joonmyun’s hand away and replacing it with his own.
Joonmyun brings Jongin in for a kiss, nipping his lower lip playfully as his breath stutters when Jongin thumbs under the crown of his cock. It’s a slow glide of tongues, a way to come down from the high that keeps Jongin’s craving for being touched satiated while it all comes to a close.
Joonmyun comes with Jongin’s name on his lips and Jongin’s hand wrapped tight around his cock, pumping until there’s nothing left.
The silence in the room is deafening and Jongin feels light and heavy at the same time, his limbs useless as he flops over Joonmyun and refuses to move. Everything aches in the best of ways, his ass bearing the brunt of it. Jongin makes a mental note to apologize to his dick later when he’s in private.
Jongin feels Yifan behind him, hands winding around his torso to lift him off Joonmyun’s lap. “Come on,” Yifan encourages, “I’ve got you. We’re going to take care of you.”
Jongin clings happily to Yifan and then to Joonmyun when the two guide him down to the bathroom. This is his favorite part (fine, second favorite, but he can’t help it if orgasms are better). Joonmyun and Yifan draw him a hot bath, letting Jongin sink into the water so they can clean him.
Later, Yifan will carry Jongin into his own room where they’ll squish two beds together so Jongin can fall asleep with Yifan on one side of him and Joonmyun on the other.
(Well, maybe that’s Jongin’s favorite part, but don’t tell his dick.)