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As Jeno sat in the car traveling back to the dorms after recording had finished and everyone had thanked him for his work, he wondered if the rest of the members had been watching the broadcast. Surely they’d seen all the keywords trending on Naver by now, right? He checked his phone again but no new messages had come through. He read the messages from Doyoung, Taeyong and Mark again - all varying forms of congratulations and love from the 127 hyungs - and uselessly refreshed the app once more. Still nothing, nothing from his members.
Had they forgotten that Dream was nominated for first place today? It wasn’t completely unheard of, just seemed unusual. Jeno locked his phone and slipped it back in his pocket, his fingers tapping absently on his thigh.
Soon they arrived at the dorm. Jeno wished goodnight to his manager and headed inside, surprised not to hear any voices from the kitchen as he toed out of his shoes.
Walking down the hallway past the kitchen he found Jaemin, Renjun and Donghyuck sitting in the living room, talking in low voices. All three of them looked up as he walked in.
“Jeno-yah!” Jaemin greeted him with a smile. Renjun got up and gave Jeno a quick hug.
“What’re you still doing here?” Jeno asked as he leaned back, Renjun’s hand still lingering on his back. Renjun’s radio show was due to start soon.
“I pre-recorded the show a few hours ago,” Renjun replied.
“Why?”
“So I could be here. I wanted to see you.” Renjun’s smirk made Jeno’s insides stir.
“We all did,” said Donghyuck, looking equally sly. “Come sit down.”
Renjun guided him to sit between Jaemin and Donghyuck, while he himself sat on Donghyuck’s lap. No sooner than his butt hit the couch did Jaemin capture his lips in a searing kiss, fingers tugging at his hair. Jeno let out a surprised hum against Jaemin’s lips then focused on kissing him back. He felt hands on his chest working quickly at opening his shirt and also stroking up his thighs. Since he had his eyes closed and concentration used up on how Jaemin dragged his teeth over his lower lip, Jeno struggled to discern whose hands were where. He felt a hot sigh on his neck and heard Donghyuck’s voice press against his ear.
“You did so well tonight, Jeno-yah. Made us all so proud, we simply wanna reward you for it. You’d like that right, a present?”
Jaemin released his lips in favor of mouthing at his neck, presumably to give Jeno a chance to answer. But with the way someone tweaked his nipple and another pressed his knuckles against his crotch and Donghyuck ran his tongue behind his ear while the meaning of his words sank in, Jeno fought hard to find a reply. All he managed was a choked-back moan as Jaemin dipped his head down and sucked on his other nipple.
“Hmm, what’s that? Use your words, baby,” Renjun encouraged, the sweet sound of his voice undermined by how he made quick work of Jeno’s belt, pulled down the zipper and then tugged the pants completely off.
“Y-yes,” he gasped. Jeno could feel his own heart beating steadily, pumping his want all through his body. He felt hot, and with all the hands and mouths on him, everything already felt like too much.
“Yes what? What do you want?” Donghyuck nosed at the tendons on his neck, somehow his teeth felt as sharp as his words. Jaemin rose back up and met Jeno’s eyes. Judging by the satisfied grin on the other’s face, Jeno could only guess how disheveled he must’ve looked. Jaemin stroked a thumb over his lip and Jeno widened his mouth automatically, tongue lax.
“I think what our puppy needs is to use his mouth, but not for words. How’s that sound, puppy?”
Jaemin rubbed his hand through Jeno’s hair and scratched at his scalp. Jeno could only nod in response and nuzzle against Jaemin’s hand.
“See?” Jaemin kept his hand in his hair while he stood up and pulled his sweat pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. He was only half-hard but Jeno’s mouth still watered at the sight of him. Jaemin propped one knee on the couch between Jeno’s legs and tugged him forward by his hair.
“Get to work, Jeno-yah.”
Jeno moaned low in his throat simply from the familiar weight of Jaemin’s cock on his tongue. He sucked greedily, hollowing his cheeks and running his tongue over the veins. Soon Jaemin was completely hard in his mouth, and Jeno willed his throat to relax so he could contain all of him. Jaemin scratched through his hair again.
“That’s it, good boy. You’ve been working so hard lately, you’ve earned this. And you were gagging for it, weren’t you? Fuck, you couldn’t wait to get that perfect mouth around me.”
Jeno keened, feeling his face and neck heating up. Judging by the sharp taste of pre-cum on his tongue and the way Jaemin was trembling softly, he was already close. Next to him, Jeno could make out Renjun’s moans as he had at some point turned to straddle Donghyuck on the couch and the two were grinding. Jeno’s own cock felt neglected resting against his hip, but his attention was completely on Jaemin’s pleasure.
“So perfect, so wet. Y-you don’t how fucking hard it was for me, for us, to watch you on TV and wait for you to get home. D’you know how hot you looked, Jeno-yah? So hot in that suit they gave you, smiling all innocently like you didn’t have a clue. Such a fucking tease.”
With his final words which made Jeno moan and painfully swallow around his cock, Jaemin pulled back and shot all over his face. Though he closed his eyes out of instinct, Jeno kept his mouth open and caught a few of the strands, but mostly felt it coat his cheeks, forehead and hairline. Someone gently wiped over his eyes so that he was able to open them. Jaemin was smiling at him again, his pupils blown in a post-orgasm haze.
“Well done, puppy.” Jaemin ruffled his hair, which made a few droplets drip down to his chest. The cum was cooling quickly and the taste and smell of it made Jeno’s cock twitch with renewed vigor.
Renjun and Donghyuck had disentangled a little and were watching the two of them.
“You sure paint a pretty picture, Jaemin-ah,” Donghyuck snickered while slowly stroking his own erection. “Can I go next?”
“Be my guest.”
“Come here, Jeno-yah,” Donghyuck sing-songed. Renjun moved up from the couch to give Jeno space, but not before grabbing him by the shoulders and locking their lips together. His kiss, while sudden, was surprisingly gentle and made Jeno’s heart flutter. They came out of the kiss slowly, lips only an inch apart as they breathed each other in. Renjun’s eyes found his and Renjun’s hands stroked over his temples and through his hair. Jaemin’s cum made his fringe stay up, with only a few strands escaping to rest on his forehead.
“You look beautiful, Jeno-yah,” Renjun cooed.
“And he’s about to look even better.” Donghyuck dropped one of the pillows from the couch in front of him so Jeno could kneel between his thighs. He leaned down towards Donghyuck’s cock but was stopped by Donghyuck’s hand on his shoulder. By the way Donghyuck’s smirk widened, he must’ve looked like a deer in headlights.
“Not so fast, though I applaud your enthusiasm. Touch yourself.”
“Huh?”
“Come on, I can imagine how much you want to.”
Jeno gingerly wrapped his right hand around his cock and stroked it, hissing at the sensation after the period of non-contact. The sensitivity went away after a couple of strokes however, and he picked up his pace, jerking his dick in earnest.
“Feels good, huh?” Donghyuck’s silvery voice brought him out of his one track mind reverie.
“Yeah.” Jeno continued stroking, now looking over Donghyuck’s toned form as he did. Donghyuck’s cock was still hard against his stomach, long and slightly curved. Jeno felt his mouth start to water again. Donghyuck looked back at him with hungry eyes, and as Jeno flicked his wrist and continued stroking, he could feel the first tugs of his orgasm at being stared at so intently. His breathing picked up and he felt mere steps away from the edge and --
“Now stop.”
“What?” Jeno voiced his confusion desperately, though his hand did still out of obedience at being told to do so. Donghyuck’s heavy voice cut through his lust, his expression was stern and unreadable at the same time. Donghyuck leaned forward.
“You don’t get to come yet.” Just in case his words weren’t clear enough, Donghyuck grabbed Jeno’s hand and removed it from his cock. His straining erection, which was dripping with pre-cum now.
"Why?" He'd been so close he was sure a few more strokes would've done it, just a little more, just a little bit more.
“Why? Oh, my dear Jeno. What kind of reward would it be if it ends all too soon?” Donghyuck’s voice was saccharine, but his eyes twinged with something mean, “Also, like Jaemin-ah said, because you’re a fucking tease. Now,” Donghyuck leaned back on the couch and looked at him expectantly.
Jeno’s skin itched from arousal and he felt a phantom twitch in his hand. A small defiance in him begged him to grab his cock and just finish the job, it wouldn’t take much, just the tiniest bit more, come on. But Donghyuck was waiting, as was Jaemin who’d taken a seat next to Donghyuck. Renjun moved to stand behind Jeno and placed his hands on his shoulders, and that was the final blow to silence his impatience.
Though Donghyuck wasn’t as thick as Jaemin, he was slightly longer which meant Jeno couldn’t take him quite as deeply. He compensated with his hands and pretty soon Donghyuck was breathing heavily and talking even more than he usually did, which by his standards was saying something.
“Yeah, that’s it, right there, ah fuck you, fuck, do that again, keep going don’t you dare stop.”
Jeno hummed and doubled his efforts. Glancing up, he saw Jaemin kissing along Donghyuck’s neck and collarbone and how Jaemin’s hand disappeared inside Donghyuck’s shirt, so it wasn’t that clear who he was specifically talking to.
“There, yes there, yeah I’m close, I’m so-”
For the second time that night, Jeno was pushed off and covered in cum. Donghyuck aimed lower than Jaemin had though, so most of his load ended up trickling over his chin and down his neck. Jeno licked some of it off his chin out of curiosity; Donghyuck tasted muskier and a little less sweet than Jaemin had.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Renjun groaned behind him. His voice sounded strained and much lower than usual. Jeno turned to look at him and found him blushing deeply, fist stroking furiously over his cock. In short, Renjun looked like Jeno had felt when Donghyuck told him to stop.
“You close, Injoongie?” Jeno looked up, still on his knees, and reached an apprehensive hand forward at Renjun’s curt nod and gasp, “Want me to help?”
“Ah, Jeno-yah, you, you look absolutely debauched.” Only Renjun could be on the verge of coming and still find a way to use a piece of his advanced Korean vocabulary.
“I thought I was beautiful?” Jeno cocked his head to the side, looking up at Renjun with a small smile, and slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip. Donghyuck’s cum was still making its way along his neck and down his chest, but he ignored it in favor of seeing Renjun come apart at the seams.
“You are, of course you are, Jeno-yah, you’re both. Oh my god, you’re so much.”
“Show me how much you think I am then, Injoongie.”
Almost like he'd been waiting for permission, Renjun pointed his erection at Jeno's face and covered it in another layer of cum. Jeno opened his mouth further and stuck out his tongue to catch as much as he could, by this point welcoming the wave.
“See? I told you he’d love it, our puppy. The best puppy in the world.” The smugness in Jaemin’s voice was only topped by how satisfied Donghyuck looked, and how in-awe Renjun seemed to be as he came down from his high. Jeno couldn’t help but smile; Jaemin’s compliments always made him preen.
Jeno looked at Renjun, Jaemin and lastly at Donghyuck.
“Do I get to come now?” He tried not to sound too whiny, unsure of how well he succeeded.
Donghyuck’s tone was faux dramatic, “I suppose so. After all, I'm nothing if not fair,” Jaemin slapped him scoldingly, “eventually anyway.”
They made space for him on the couch so he was sat between Jaemin and Renjun, with Donghyuck on his knees in front of him. His erection, which he’d almost forgotten about while his focus was demanded by first Donghyuck and then Renjun, was back in full, looking as desperate as he felt. By Donghyuck’s insistence he spread his thighs wider so Donghyuck could shift himself closer.
“Feel free to tell me when,” Donghyuck grinned, “but I’m telling you right now I washed my hair this morning so I will not be having you messing it up.”
He then began licking carefully at Jeno’s cock, lightly at first then with more pressure, before he slipped just the head into his warm, wet mouth. By now Jeno did whine, confident he could easily come from such a small stimulation alone. Donghyuck laid his arm across his hips to keep him from bucking further into his mouth, moaning against his erection disapprovingly.
Luckily he didn’t have to settle as Jaemin and Renjun’s hands made their way across his body, mirroring each other as they stroked his thighs, his stomach, rubbed over his nipples which perked up immediately, and then to his neck and shoulders. Their fingers became coated with cum and spread it around his chest, which made the sensation of their touch even more visceral.
“You were amazing, Jeno-yah,” Renjun sighed against his ear.
“You are amazing, puppy,” Jaemin purred against the other. He nuzzled at it then mouthed his way down Jeno’s jaw and neck while Renjun continued talking in his smooth tone.
“And Jaemin-ah was right, you did look so hot today, we all thought so. You wore that suit like your life depended on it, and we were sad we couldn’t be there to tell you so exactly. We wanted to be there to celebrate with you so much, and I only hope we could somehow make it up to you this way.”
“You did. You all did, definitely.” Jeno was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on what Renjun was saying while also experiencing all that Donghyuck’s mouth knew besides talking and singing, and the way Jaemin’s mouth was aggressive and soothing at the same time, and all of their hands. So many hands. It was Jaemin thumbing at his nipple timed with Donghyuck’s tongue in his slit and two of Renjun’s fingers pressing against his perineum that finally did him in.
He came hard, pulsed against Donghyuck’s tongue and hid in the crook of Renjun’s neck to muffle his groans into his shoulder. He felt all the tension that had been building in him during the day and evening drain out at once, leaving a calm glow in its wake.
Jeno was sure he had the dumbest smile on his face at the moment, but not a single part of him cared. He exchanged small kisses with both Jaemin and Renjun, and the three of them looked down at Donghyuck, who was wiping his mouth.
“See, told you the reward would be worth it.”
“You know I already got one, right? We all did, the trophy from the show.” Even though Jeno’s logic was completely, well, logical, Donghyuck didn’t miss a beat.
“Whenever that trophy, or any of the trophies from those stupid shows for that matter, makes you come like that, you let me know.”