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“Puppy,” Minho cooed, plastering himself to Seungmin’s back.
“No,” Seungmin responded. “I just got home from work, let me at least shower first. Do you really want all of these strange scents clinging to me when we play?”
“It’s funny that you think I was asking,” Minho responded, grip on Seungmin’s arms tightening. “Changbin’s already in our bed, waiting for us. Are you really going to make him wait even longer than necessary? When we can just cover up those strange scents with our own? Or are you going to be a bad puppy and make us punish you?”
Seungmin gulped. “I’ll be good.” Minho’s punishments were always cruel and unusual and Seungmin really didn’t want to experience one right now when he had just come home from a long day at work.
“That’s a good choice.” One of Minho’s hands drifted to Seungmin’s chest, tweaking his nipple through his shirt.
“Oh,” Seungmin gasped, knees almost buckling.
Minho repeated the action and let his sweet pheromones seep out, purposefully rubbing his head and neck all over Seungmin’s back so that he was covered in them. Minho’s sweet scent wafted up to Seungmin’s nose and made him almost dizzy with desire, cock throbbing and straining against the fabric of his pants.
“Let’s go see Changbin now,” Minho whispered in Seungmin’s ear.
Seungmin nodded dumbly, letting Minho lead him by his tie into their shared room where Changbin was lounging on the bed, already naked, laying on his front, playing with his phone so that his muscular ass was on display, hole already gaping. Minho must’ve stretched him already, gotten him ready for Seungmin to fuck.
Seungmin started to walk towards the bed, head less clouded from Minho’s pheromones now, body screaming at him to pleasure Changbin.
Seungmin was jerked out of his headspace by a hand fisted in his hair, jerking him backwards. Seungmin growled, turning towards Minho with his teeth bared.
“Oh, the puppy thinks he has teeth does he? Wants to fuck the pretty omega on the bed?” Changbin wriggled his ass enticingly and Seungmin growled again. “Well that’s too bad. Kneel.”
Seungmin blinked in surprise. What? He didn’t get Changbin right now? Why had Minho been so eager to get Seungmin into this room then? “If you wanted to play games, then you should have let me shower first, hyung.”
Seungmin was met with a slap to the face, whipping his head to the side and leaving his cheek burning. Changbin laughed from his spot on the bed.
“I said kneel.”
Seungmin turned his head to look Minho in the eyes, gulping when he saw pure, icy steel staring back at him. Minho wasn’t playing games today.
Seungmin apparently still wasn’t fast enough to kneel, Minho using his leg to sweep Seungmin’s legs out from underneath him, sending him crashing to the floor. Their bedroom was carpeted, but it still fucking hurt, pain radiating up Seungmin’s legs. “What the fuck Minho. I was going to kneel.”
Minho ignored Seungmin and started to walk in a circle around him, appraising his still-clothed body. “What do you think, Changbin?”
Seungmin turned his head to look at Changbin, but Minho’s hand was in his hair, forcing him to stare straight ahead at the wall. Seungmin grit his teeth at the small pinpricks of the pain the action sent through his scalp. Minho really was pulling no punches today. And maybe that meant that Seungmin should behave, but he was annoyed. He really hated having other scents on his skin when he was with his omegas and Minho resfused to let him fucking shower.
“I think our puppy needs to learn his place,” Changbin responded. “He goes to work and is this big, important alpha and then he comes home and thinks that he’s still in charge.”
“Well maybe if I had been allowed to shower and decompress from the day then—”
Seungmin was cut off by Minho wrenching his head backwards, moving so fast that Seungmin almost got whiplash. Seungmin was now staring at Minho towering over him, head forced back as far as it would go so that he was looking Minho in the eyes.
“Changbin is right,” Minho growled, his tone of voice sending a shiver down Seungmin’s spine. “We were going to have a fun time today, but I think you need to be reminded of your place.” Minho extended the nails of his free hand into claws. “Take off your clothes. You have thirty seconds. If you take any longer or talk back, I shred them.”
Minho released Seungmin’s hair and Seungmin sprang into action, undoing his belt and taking off his pants and underwear in one smooth motion before moving to quickly loosening his tie and unbuttoning just enough buttons of his dress shirt to fit it over his head, taking it off with the tie and throwing it into the corner. All of his clothes were doubtlessly going to get hopelessly wrinkled and need to be ironed, but it was better than them being torn to shreds by Minho’s unforgiving claws. Seungmin had lost too many dress shirts to Minho and he really liked this one.
“Changbin, grab his belt and tie,” Minho ordered.
“No!” Seungmin protested, trying to turn around to stop Changbin, but Minho anticipated Seungmin’s movement and grabbed his hair, pulling Seungmin close. “If you don’t behave, I’m going to jerk off all over your slacks again.”
Seungmin’s mouth ran dry. That had been an awkward visit to the dry cleaner’s that he never wanted to do again. “Fine, but you better buy me new belts and ties for Christmas. You guys always ruin my good ones and—”
Minho stuck his fingers into Seungmin’s mouth, far enough back that Seungmin started to gag. “Oh puppy,” Minho cooed. “You just never know when to shut up.”
Drool was collecting in Seungmin’s mouth, spilling past his lips, dripping down his chin, but Minho still didn’t move his fingers from the back of Seungmin’s throat, pushing down against his tongue, his other hand still tangled in Seungmin’s hair, pulling hard enough that Seungmin was pretty sure he was going to go bald prematurely if Minho kept this up.
“So this is how this is going to work,” Minho said, backing up until he was sitting on the bed, pulling Seungmin down with him. “You’re going to lay here and present, choking on my cock while Changbin ties your hands together behind your back with your tie and then gives you five strikes with your belt. If you protest or move, that number doubles, got it?” Seungmin nodded as much as he could with Minho’s fingers down his throat and hand in his hair.
“Sir, should I use the buckle end?” Changbin asked, sounding innocent, but Seungmin knew it was a ploy. Changbin was such a suck up.
“Of course,” Minho replied. Seungmin could hear the smile in his voice. “What a good idea, Binnie.” Seungmin bet that Changbin was absolutely preening at the praise, the scent of his arousal was already thick in the air. “Seungmin!” Minho wrenched at his hair. “What are you doing? Unbuckle my pants already. Are you going to suck my dick through the fabric?”
Seungmin scrambled to unbutton and unzip Minho’s pants, not wanting to double the amount of times Changbin was going to strike him with his belt: with every hit, the likelihood that Seungmin’s poor belt would break increased.
Once Seungmin had fully freed Minho’s dick, Minho retracted his fingers from Seungmin’s mouth and used his grip on Seungmin’s hair to force him to take his dick all the way to the base. Not that it was hard or anything, Minho had a large cock for an omega, but it still paled in comparison to Seungmin’s alpha cock.
“Changbin, you can start now.”
Changbin grabbed Seungmin’s arms none too gently, wrenching them behind his back and tying them together with his tie. The angle made Seungmin’s shoulders ache, but at least the fabric was smooth, Seungmin supposed, there were worse things to be tied up with.
Then, Changbin stepped back and he heard rustling as Changbin grabbed Seungmin’s belt. The first hit didn’t come for a couple of seconds, the anticipation building. Changbin was probably taking the time to enjoy looking at Seungmin’s body, tied up and presenting for him, Changbin’s to ruin and bruise.
As the seconds passed, Seungmin’s patience waned. The air was teasingly cold against his bare ass, a stark contrast to the heat that would come with the hits. Seungmin wriggled a little in Minho’s hold, adjusting the angle so that Minho’s dick slid just a little bit further into his mouth, now teasing at Seungmin’s gag reflex, giving him something to focus on while he waited.
Seungmin was just starting to calm, slipping into the headspace he often did while cockwarming when the first hit came, quick and hard, a solid thwack as it connected with Seungmin’s skin, the buckle digging into the tender flesh of his ass, sharp pain radiating out from the spot where the buckle had connected.
Seungmin let out a small moan as the pain quickly morphed into molten pleasure, spreading through his body. Minho tightened his grip in Seungmin’s hair in response, the vibrations from Seungmin’s moan no doubt feeling good.
“That was one, again Changbin.”
Changbin hit again, this time a bit lower and harder. Seungmin jerked in pain, choking as the movement sent Minho’s cock plunging even deeper down his throat, but managed to recover, staying in presenting position, ass high in the air.
“Two.” Changbin reached out to massage the globe of one of Seungmin’s cheeks, a burning pain radiating out from where Changbin touched, digging his fingers into skin that would surely bruise. Seungmin ached to move, to try and escape Changbin’s touch, but he stayed in place, muscles tensing as he fought against himself.
As soon as Seungmin tensed, Changbin pulled away, the third hit following quickly. Changbin was a bitch, waiting until Seungmin tensed so that the hit would hurt more. This one landed on Seungmin’s other cheek, the buckle hitting him at such an angle that it dug into the skin. Seungmin was certainly going to feel that tomorrow and right now as sharp pain made his muscles feel wobbly.
“Three.”
The next two hits came in rapid succession, Seungmin moaning and wriggling as much as he could on Minho’s dick in an attempt to escape the burning pain.
“Four and five. Good job Changbin and Seungmin, you both did so well.”
“Thank you, sir,” Changbin responded, reaching out to knead his hands into Seungmin’s abused ass.
Seungmin moaned, legs turning to jello and collapsing out from under him, landing flat on his stomach, half in Minho’s lap.
“Now,” Minho said, completely ignoring Seungmin. “Changbin, don’t you think that Seungmin smells too much like others and not enough like us? We should fix that.”
“We should, sir.”
Seungmin whined, scared for what was about to come. It was already so much. Minho’s dick still in his mouth, Seungmin’s spit spilling out past his lips, coating his lips and chin, dripping down and creating a little wet spot on Minho’s pants. Seungmin’s cock was painfully hard, trapped between his stomach and the silk of the sheets, too smooth to give Seungmin the stimulation he so desperately desired. Despite the relative chill of the air, Seungmin’s ass was burning, pulsing in pain, still able to feel exactly where the buckle of his belt hit him.
“Changbin, you have permission to jerk yourself off, make sure you come on Seungmin’s back.” Minho then pulled Seungmin off of his dick with the hand still knotted in Seungmin’s hair, forcing Seungmin to arch awkwardly, back protesting at the angle. Minho’s free hand came up to wrap around the base of his dick, moving up and down in fluid movements. Seungmin wanted nothing more than to help Minho, have his hand join Minho’s on his cock. Seungmin’s hands were bigger, he could do so much better.
“I could help you with that,” Seungmin offered. “Wouldn’t you want my hand dwarfing yours, moving up and down slowly, twisting at the top just the way you like it? This handjob could feel so much better if you just untied my hands.”
“Absolutely not. Why would I want your big giant hands on my cock? My hands are so much smoother and gentler than mine. When was the last time you even put on lotion?”
Seungmin pouted. His hands weren’t that bad, he’d put on lotion last night before he went to sleep for Minho’s information.
Seungmin was too busy pouting to notice that Minho was tensing, legs shaking slightly before he started to come, coating Seugmin’s face in the substance. At the same time, Changbin came as well, covering Seungmin’s back, just as Minho had told him to.
“Rub it in,” Minho told Changbin. “Get the scents of everyone else off of him.”
Changbin did just that, hands roaming over Seugmin’s back as he rubbed his cum into Seungmin’s skin like a weird kind of moisturizer. Changbin took the time to dig his fingers into the sore muscles of Seungmin’s back as well, making Seungmin let out a positively pornographic moan.
“Oh, you liked that did you?” Changbin asked, repeating the action and forcing another moan out of Seungmin’s mouth. “You like having my scent buried into your skin? I bet even with a shower, you won’t be able to get me off of you. When you go to work tomorrow, everyone will know that your omegas claimed you.” Changbin moved his hands, spreading his cum to Seungmin’s front as well, hands moving upwards to cup Seungmin’s pecs, fingers brushing over his nipples, making Seungmin jerk and gasp.
“Oh that felt good, did it?” Changbin repeated the action and Seungmin was scared that he was going to cream the bedsheets, pop a knot from this alone.
“That’s enough, Changbin,” Minho said and Changbin removed his hands with a sigh. “We can’t have Minnie coming so soon, not with what we have planned for him.” Oh god. Seungmin was scared.
Minho used his grip on Seungmin’s hair to flip him over so that he was laying on his back on the bed, Minho leaning over him. His ass burned as it chafed against the sheet, delicious pain fizzing through his body.
“First though, I have to make sure he’s covered in my scent.” Minho rubbed his thumb through the drying cum on Seungmin’s face, smearing it across his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. Minho’s scent intensified, filling Seungmin’s nose, so thick that he could practically taste chocolate on his tongue. Minho’s fingers dancing over his skin, rubbing cum into his face made stars burst in Seungmin’s lower stomach. Minho just looked so sexy leaning over Seungmin with that possessive look on his face as he made sure that Seungmin was fully marked with his scent.
Minho kept rubbing the cum into Seungmin’s skin like some sort of face mask, tracing over Seungmin’s lips, tsking when Seungmin tried to bite his finger, other hand wrapping around Seungmin’s neck in warning. “Be good puppy, and you’ll get a reward.”
“What’s the reward? You—oh,” Seungmin was cut off by Minho squeezing his neck, just enough that Seungmin’s air got cut off a little.
“I said to be good, puppy, do I need to shut you up?”
There were suddenly thick fingers in Seungmin’s mouth, pressing down against his molars. Seungmin had honestly forgotten that Changbin was there, too focused on Minho rubbing his cum into Seungmin’s skin.
“Thanks Binnie, at least one of my toys can be good.”
Seungmin and Changbin let out tandem moans at Minho’s words. If Minho kept teasing like this, Seungmin swore that he was going to pop a knot untouched.
Minho then gathered some of his drying cum on his fingers and traced a line from Seungmin’s forehead down, tracking over an eyebrow, over one of Seungmin’s eyelids, down his cheek, getting teasingly close to Seungmin’s stretched open lips before continuing down his chin and to his neck, stopping right over Seungmin’s scent gland. Seungmin tensed in anticipation. Minho wouldn’t, would he?
Changbin deepened the press of his fingers in Seungmin’s mouth, forcing his head upwards to give Minho better access to his neck. “You’re going to be a good alpha and let Minho rub his scent into your skin, right? You’re going to go to work smelling more like your omegas than yourself.”
Seungmin choked helplessly around Changbin’s fingers as Minho slowly started to massage his cum into his scent gland, starting by rubbing light circles and slowly starting to press and harder and harder until Seungmin was sure that Minho was going to break through the skin and inject his cum into the gland itself.
Pain sparked in Seungmin’s neck, radiating from his scent gland and through his face and chest. Seungmin whined in protest, but Minho just pressed even harder, Seungmin gasping for air through his nose, trying his best to breathe through the mind numbing, overwhelming pain.
Minho gathered more cum from the side of Seungmin’s cheek and joined his first hand in pressing the cum straight into Seungmin’s scent gland, massaging small circles even harder than Changbin had ever massaged Seungmin. It made the pain spark, Seungmin’s vision going black and he started to thrash in Changbin’s hold, Changbin’s fingers being plunged even deeper into Seungmin’s mouth.
Finally, Minho pulled away and Seungmin’s vision cleared just enough to see a smug smile on Minho’s face. “I just scent marked you with my cum.”
Seungmin moaned. He didn’t even know that was possible, but a scent marking meant that Seungmin was going to carry Minho’s scent with him for days, only the highest grade scent blockers would be able to cover it. Minho’s scent was probably going to be even more potent than Seungmin’s own and the thought made Seungmin moan.
“Oh? Does our puppy like that? You like the thought that everyone is going to be able to smell me on you? Know that such a big strong alpha let a little omega scent mark him like he was some run-of-the-mill, cheap whore?”
Seungmin did like that. A lot.
Usually it was alphas scent marking omegas to show that they were taken. But the thought of Minho’s arousal imprinted into Seungmin’s skin for days made Seungmin’s head spin. Everyone would know that he had an omega at home that took control, only doled out to Seungmin the pleasure that he thought he deserved while he himself just took and took and took.
“Do you think he’s ready?” Changbin asked.
“Yeah, tie his hands to the bedpost.”
Seungmin was jerked out of his thoughts by that, whining in protest. He wanted to touch his beautiful omegas, wanted to run his hands over their golden skin, worship them the way that they deserved. He was but a devoted follower to the Minbin faith.
Changbin removed his hands from Seungmin’s mouth to reach under him and undo the tie and Seungmin chose that moment to strike. “Don’t you want me to run my hands over your bodies? Finger you open just the way you like? I have the longest fingers you know.” Changbin started to still and Seungmin knew that he almost had him. “Imagine me fingering you open, hitting all the right spots—”
There was the sound of skin on skin, pain blossoming on Seungmin’s cheek.
“You,” Minho growled, “just don’t know when to shut up, do you?” He grasped Seungmin’s jaw, squeezing his fingers into Seungmin’s cheeks so that Seungmin’s mouth was half opened awkwardly.
Now that Seungmin was quiet, Changbin finished tying his hands above his head, snuggly confined to the headboard. Like all the knots Changbin tied, it was tight and not something that Seungmin could break out of.
“Changbin come here,” Minho ordered, bruising grip still on Seungmin’s jaw. “Put your dick to use and shut him up.”
Changbin obeyed, sliding his almost fully hard cock into Seungmin’s mouth. His dick was thick, but not too long, and fit perfectly in Seungmin’s mouth, making his cheeks bulge slightly, teasing at Seungmin’s gag reflex with every move.
“There we go.” Minho wiped his fingers slick with Seungmin’s spit in Seungmin’s hair, giving the strands a little tug as he did so. “You’re so much prettier when you can’t talk, when you have cock in your mouth, filling you up.”
Seungmin whined and Minho laughed. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want eventually. First, I just need this.” He leaned off to the side of the bed and grabbed something, not slowing Seungmin what it was until he was sliding it down to the base of Seungmin’s dick, confining Seungmins’ knot so that it couldn’t expand any further. “There you go, now you can’t come prematurely.”
Seungmin whined again, bucking his hips, earning a smack on the side for his troubles. “Stop that, do you want me to ride you?”
Seungmin stilled. Yes. Yes he wanted that very much.
Minho reached around Changbin to gather some of the spit that had slipped out of Seungmin’s mouth on his fingers, using it to slick up Seungmin’s cock. It took all of Seungmin’s self control not to buck up at the action.
Minho then slung one of his legs over Seungmin’s torso, reaching behind him to line up his hole with Seungmin’s cock, slipping down onto it in one smooth motion. Seungmin moaned around Changbin’s dick. There was something so sexy about Minho being so aroused that his muscles were loose enough, passage slick enough to take Seungmin in one go.
Once Minho was fully seated, ass pressing into Seungmin’s hips, velvety smooth walls clenching around Seungmin’s cock, he started to move, gentle fluid circles with his hips that stimulated Seungmin just enough to drive him crazy. Seungmin’s entire body was thrumming with heat, pulsing with desire. He had Changbin in his mouth, Minho on his cock, and he wouldn’t ask for anything else.
Changbin let out a cry, jerking in Seungmin’s mouth.
“There you go,” Minho said. “Fuck Seungmin’s mouth in time with my fingers, okay?”
Minho must’ve started to move his fingers because Changbin started to thrust in and out of Seungmin’s mouth, slamming his cock back as far as it could go with every thrust, knowing that Seungmin could take it. Then, Minho started to really move, thick, muscular thighs clenching on either side of Seungmin and he lifted himself up and down on Seungmin’s cock, timing his movements with Changbin’s thrusts.
Seungmin had been wrong: this was everything. Seungmin felt like he was in heaven, had been brought up to mingle with the gods. Changbin thrusting into his mouth, heavy on Seungmin’s tongue, Minho’s thighs clenching on either side of Seungmin’s body, close enough that Seungmin could feel the muscles rippling beneath the skin and Minho fucked himself on Seungmin’s cock, movement rhythmic in only a way a dancer could achieve.
Seungmin could feel his orgasm building in his core, building and building to never be released, knot unable to pop due to the cock ring confining it. Seungmin moaned, bucking up his hips, trying to chase just that little bit more to spill him over the edge even though he knew that it would never come. For once, Minho didn’t scold Seungmin for moving, too caught up in his own pleasure, movements becoming quicker and quicker as he approached his own orgasm.
In Seungmin’s mouth, Changbin’s thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm, becoming Changbin just chasing his pleasure. Then, with one last, final, deep thrust, Changbin stilled in Seungmin’s mouth, the smell of pleasure peaking in the air as cum pulsed down Seungmin’s throat, Changbin’s cock so deep that Seungmin was forced to swallow. Judging by the shear amount of it, Minho had to be working Changbin through his orgasm, fingers most likely grinding against Changbin’s prostate.
There was a moan as Minho came as well, dick spurting cum across Changbin’s back, sitting down fully on Seungmin’s cock as his walls tightened and clenched, driving Seungmin absolutely insane.
After several minutes of heavy breathing, Seungmin’s desperate whines filling the air, Minho slid off of Seungmin’s cock and Changbin pulled out of his mouth. Seungmin was happy to see that Minho’s legs were shaking as he crawled up to Seungmin, taking the bit of Changbin’s cum that had escaped his mouth and rubbing it into the bite marks on Seungmin’s neck, on the opposite side of his scent gland.
“Hmm,” Minho hummed. “You swallowed too much of Changbin’s cum. I guess he’ll just have to come again so that I can properly rub it into your skin. Imagine both of our bites on your neck, Changbin’s covered in his cum and mine in my own.”
Changbin and Seungmin both moaned. Minho grabbed Changbin and manhandled him until he was straddling Seungmin’s midsection. “You’re going to be a good omega for me and make our alpha cum, right? Have him fill you up until your stomach is round with his pups?”
Fuck. Seungmin was going to die. He was so lucky that omegas had quick refractory periods. It meant that they got to have absolutely mind-blowing sex.
“And you, puppy. You’re going to eat me out, devour my slick. I’m not taking that ring off until you make me come, okay?”
Seungmin nodded his head enthusiastically, he could do that.
“Okay.” Minho sat down on Seungmin’s face at the same time that Changbin slid down onto Seungmin’s cock. Changbin was even wetter than Minho was, looser too from Minho fingering him open.
Minho reached behind him to pull Seungmin’s hair. “Start putting that useless tongue to use or you don’t get to come.”
Seungmin obeyed, licking around Minho’s rim gently, slurping up all the slick he could, relishing in the way it tasted like slightly bitter, salty chocolate. It was a taste that perfectly matched Minho.
Changbin started to move too, hands braced on Minho’s shoulders as he bounced up and down on Seungmin’s cock. He was less smooth than Minho, more desperate after coming two times and riled up from Minho’s words earlier, making him desperate for a knot. Seungmin didn’t mind the intensity, thrusting up as much as possible to meet Changbin’s thrusts while also moving his tongue in and out of Minho’s hole, slurping up all the slick he could. Minho was soaking though, producing more slick that Seungmin had hope of consuming, coating the entire lower half of Seungmin’s face. It was messy in just the way that Seungmin loved.
Seungmin changed the angle of his tongue slightly, and Minho gasped. “Fuck, Seungmin right there. Keep doing that. Oh.” Seungmin obeyed, all too happy to hear the sounds falling out of his omega’s mouth. Minho was normally so composed and Seungmin loved nothing more than to make him fall apart, make him rut aimlessly against Seungmin’s face, spreading his slick everywhere.
Minho’s sounds were clearly affecting Changbin too, his bounces getting harder and harder, breathy moans falling from his mouth.
Then Minho leaned forwards slightly, hand coming up to gently trace Changbin’s chin and guide his mouth to his own, connecting their lips. Minho took control of the kiss, licking into Changbin’s mouth, making him moan and lose his rhythm on Seungmin’s dick, hips stuttering.
Seungmin was absolutely dying. How dare his omegas kiss on top of him when Seungmin couldn’t touch, couldn’t join them. They looked so beautiful and perfect as they kissed, the wet sound of lips on lips and small breathy moans filling the air. This was going to drive Seungmin insane.
It didn’t help that Seungmin’s cock was aching, desperate to come, desperate to pop his knot into Changbin’s warm, wet, perfect hole. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long. With one final gasp into Changbin’s mouth, Minho came, squirting slick all over Seungmin’s face, Seungmin barely closing his eyes in time to avoid being blinded by Minho’s fluids.
Changin was then lifting fully off of Seungmin’s cock and the pressure was released from around his dick, Changbin falling back down onto it in one solid movement. It was too much for poor Seungmin. The coil low inside his stomach released as the pleasure crescendoed, his knot popping immediately, locking inside of Changbin and filling him up.
Changbin didn’t stop moving though, he kept rocking back and forth on Seungmin’s knot, Minho’s hand wrapped around his dick until he was finally coming with a loud groan, collapsing forward onto Seungmin’s chest.
Minho took his two hands, one coated with his own cum and the other with Changbin’s and started to rub them into the bite marks on Seungmin’s neck. “Look at you little alpha, being covered in your omegas’ cum like the little cum dump you are. These bite marks on your neck are going to look and smell so much better with our cum spread into them. They’ll serve as even more of a reminder that you let your omegas take charge in the bedroom, that you’re nothing but a whiny little puppy.”
Seungmin moaned, his cock pulsing in Changbin’s hole.
“Oh you like that?” Minho rubbed his hand a little harder into Seungmin’s neck. “You’re lucky that you have a big cock for your omegas to use as a dildo and a nice mouth that can give good blow jobs and eat us out well. Otherwise Changbin and I wouldn’t need an alpha.”
Seungmin whined, the feelings starting to become overwhelming.
Minho’s tone immediately changed, sensing Seungmin’s impending distress. “It’s okay,” Minho soothed, running one of his cum-covered hands over Seungmin’s face. “You did so well for us. Do you want me to untie your hands?”
Seungmin nodded shakily.”
“Okay.” Minho reached up to the head board and untied Seungmin’s hands with one yank. Changbin always tied quick release knots just in case.
Now that his arms were free, Seungmin wrapped around Changbin in a hug, whining and pouting when he realized Minho was too far away for Seungmin to include him in the hug.
“I’m sorry, puppy.” Minho crawled forward until he was included in Seungmin’s embrace, laying his face on Seungmin’s chest, right next to Changbin.
Now that he had both of his omegas safe in his arms, Seungmin hummed in contentment.
“Oh,” Changbin cooed, finally returning to his senses after his orgasm. “Did we fuck our Minnie speechless? After he wouldn’t shut up the entire time we were fucking?”
Seungmin whined. “I’m sorry,” Changbin quickly apologized, brushing Seungmin’s hair out of his face. Seungmin was happy that his hands weren’t covered in cum like Minho’s.
Eventually, Seungmin’s knot went down and he pulled out of Changbin, wincing at the flood of cum and slick that came out of Changbin’s hole. “Let’s get you two to the shower,” Minho said. “We have a lot of cleaning to do.” Seungmin thought that was the understatement of the year.