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Jungwoo quietly opens the bathroom door, taking care not to make much noise. He tiptoes towards his bed, wiping his eyes sheepishly, mindful not to disturb his brothers who are sleeping.
He and his brothers have been sharing a bed since they were very young, and even though they're older now, they continue the habit. Jaehyun, especially, is attached to the sweet tradition of sleeping together. He insists he can't go to sleep without the presence of his brothers, emphasizing the sense of security and safety they bring him. Cute little Jaehyun loves his brothers so much.
And his brothers genuinely care for him, perhaps even more than he realizes. They consistently indulge in his need for safety, a need stemming from their shared past. When they collectively broke ties with their abusive parents, who exploited them for money and greed during their challenging childhood, it marked a turning point.
The pivotal moment arrived when the brothers—much older now—collectively decided to cut ties with their toxic parents. They do what they want now, the only difference is that they do it with love. Almost all their actions are saturated with love for each other, almost to the point of being sickening. It's like savoring a forbidden fruit—you know it's not supposed to feel this good, yet the warmth of their connection is irresistibly satisfying, tinged with a sense of guilt and wrongdoing.
Perching on the edge of the bed with his feet grazing the floor, Jungwoo can't help but marvel at the scene in front of him.
Jaehyun's legs are on full display, accentuated by Doyoung monopolizing the blanket. They’re supposed to all be sharing a blanket, because they share everything, but Doyoung’s always had a habit of taking charge.
Jaehyun is clad in shorts and a simple, thin white top. Jungwoo feels his breath catch, his cheeks tinged with a subtle blush as he takes in the view. He acknowledges that a better man wouldn't make the choices he's about to, but he's never claimed to be that better man.
Jungwoo climbs onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress. Gently, he nudges Jaehyun's waist to create a bit of space between him and Doyoung, who's at the edge of the bed, peacefully asleep.
Jaehyun blinks, his vision blurry, and mumbles something under his breath. Jungwoo seizes the moment, capturing his lips in a kiss while maintaining his grip on Jaehyun's waist.
"Shhh, Doyoung hyung might hear you. You know how he is when you wake him," Jungwoo whispers, just loud enough for Jaehyun to hear. Jaehyun closes his eyes, still in the embrace of his own sleepiness.
Jungwoo lifts Jaehyun's shirt, revealing his slender, pale waist and the enticing line leading from his stomach to his belly button. Running his cold fingertips along Jaehyun's abdomen, Jungwoo elicits a reaction—Jaehyun arches his back, burying his face in the pillow to muffle any sounds. This gets a groan out from Jungwoo, who can't help but find Jaehyun's actions so cute and considerate.
Jungwoo's exploration of Jaehyun's body continues, as if he hasn't done it a million times before. It's a familiarity born from witnessing countless changes over the years—seeing it at its worst and its best. Despite it all, there's a profound love that lingers, a desire to press kisses onto every part he knows so well.
He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of Jaehyun's neck. Jaehyun's subtle gasp is absorbed by the pillow, heightening the tension of the moment.
Feeling Jaehyun's response, Jungwoo whispers, "You're too sweet, Jae," and he can't resist trailing more kisses along Jaehyun's spine. The sensation causes Jaehyun to shiver, his quiet sighs mingling with the sounds of Doyoung's quiet snores.
Jungwoo's spontaneity takes form as he sticks his tongue out, tracing a slow path down the slope of Jaehyun's torso. Each nuance becomes a source of excitement for Jungwoo—the slight ridge of pectoral, the faint trace of his ribs, and his flat stomach. The fine trail of hair leading from navel to groin adds a springy texture under Jungwoo's tongue. His fingers meticulously follow this path, stroking along a hipbone, down a thigh, and then back up to his stomach, using everything out of the five senses.
Jaehyun keeps trying to budge, as if he wants to open his eyes and protest, but Jungwoo intercepts each attempt, telling him to just go back to sleep and that he'll be quick.
Jungwoo, out of courtesy and perhaps to avoid laundry duty in the morning, takes the initiative to undress Jaehyun for him. With a careful touch, he situates Jaehyun's waist over his thighs, his fingers skimming the rims of Jaehyun's pants as he methodically removes them—it's deliberate and unhurried even though he said he would be quick.
Jungwoo resists the urge to giggle because Jaehyun, even when he's asleep, even when he's asleep, Jaehyun is already half-hard. Jungwoo follows suit, shedding his own pants with a sense of relief. The sound of fabric grating against his nerves disappears, and he feels more free with them off, even with the cold air against his bare ass.
Jungwoo aligns his hips with Jaehyun's, and the connection between them is instant, like magnets, as he curves against the boneless softness of Jaehyun's ass.
Jungwoo buries his head in the crook of Jaehyun's neck, breathing heavily. He bites softly, leaving a mark, and licks around the bitten area. Pulling back, he leans over the bed to open a drawer, the slight noise unsettling him. It usually wouldn't have bothered him if it weren't for the fact that he was trying to keep quiet. Among the myriad items—coins, random keys, pins, and folded papers—he sifts through until his fingers finally grasp a bottle of lube.
Squeezing the bottle, Jungwoo pours a sufficient amount of lube onto his fingers and his own cock. He eases Jaehyun's leg back into place over his hip before slipping one of his lubricated fingers between his legs, finding the entrance and stroking gently. Sensing Jaehyun's stiffness, Jungwoo adjusts, maneuvering his left arm beneath Jaehyun's body, curving it up and around for additional support.
Jungwoo moves his fingers in and out, gradually introducing another one. He knows Jaehyun's capacity, and he continues, knowing that Jaehyun can handle it. It's a rhythm they've mastered together.
As Jungwoo begins to scissor his fingers, stretching open Jaehyun’s hole wider, Jaehyun's breathing becomes more pronounced, weighted with anticipation. Gripping his pillows and squeezing his eyes shut, in response, Jungwoo rises and places a reassuring kiss behind Jaehyun's ear. Since they were kids, the area behind Jaehyun's ears has always been his calming spot. Whenever he threw fits or tantrums, a touch to this sensitive area worked like magic, making Jaehyun willing to do anything. A touch to this sensitive area held the power to pacify him. It's almost embarrassing, as Jungwoo's lips meet that familiar spot, the effect it has is palpable.
Jungwoo's fingers are practically sucked into Jaehyun's hot hole, as if his body needs his fingers in him or he'll die. Teasingly, he withdraws them, provoking a noise of annoyance from Jaehyun in his sleep. The quiet giggle that follows further deepens Jaehyun's annoyance. He reacts like an upset child, shaking his head left and right, with his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes still closed when things don't go his way.
But Jungwoo doesn't care; he decides it's time for a change. He's been too kind, fulfilling every desire, and now it's time for a playful shift. Jungwoo watches as Jaehyun's pink hole puffs in and out, seemingly inviting him in, especially when Jaehyun struggles to find his own words.
Losing his own patience, Jungwoo finally gives in. He aligns his cock with Jaehyun's hole and presses the tip in, drawing a moan from Jaehyun as he trembles with each inch Jungwoo pushes inside.
Jungwoo maintains a measured pace as he eases himself into Jaehyun, being mindful of Jaehyun's responses. Suddenly, he thrusts hard, prompting Jaehyun to flutter his eyes open, tears forming in the corners. Jaehyun looks down, taking in the sight of Jungwoo's cock bulging through his stomach, completely enveloping Jungwoo.
"You're so tight and warm—fuck. But you take me so well, like you were born for this. Made specifically for me, for us," Jungwoo murmurs, his words barely above a whisper, interwoven with groans of pleasure.
Jaehyun's own cock twitches in response, aching for attention. He attempts to reach out, but Jungwoo slaps his hands away, denying him the satisfaction. He's just so greedy.
Jungwoo catches Jaehyun off guard by abruptly picking up the pace. Words get stuck in Jaehyun's throat as he looks up, stifling his moans. Glancing at Doyoung, who sleeps with his back turned, Jaehyun silently pleads for some intervention, wanting to ask Doyoung to tell Jungwoo to let him be touched. The younger always listens to his older brother.
With Jaehyun's head repeatedly meeting the pillows, Jungwoo tightens his grip on a handful of Jaehyun's hair. The speed increases even more, and Jaehyun's moans escape, echoing in the quiet room.
"Please, Woo," Jaehyun cried out, on the verge of sobbing. His hips jerked forward into Jungwoo's, then back onto his cock with fervor, it was a desperate plea. “I don’t know how much more I can take of this.”
Despite Jungwoo's earlier warning, Jaehyun makes a considerable amount of noise. Reacting quickly, Jungwoo's hand finds its place on Jaehyun's throat, applying a gentle but firm pressure to muffle the passionate sounds emanating from Jaehyun's lips.
Suddenly, a hand glides onto Jaehyun's cock, its fingers moving in a steady, repetitive motion up and down. Sensing the shift in focus, Jungwoo relinquishes his hold on Jaehyun's throat. He glances to his right and notices Doyoung, who is half-awake but his back is still turned away.
Jaehyun releases his moans, overwhelmed by the simultaneous sensations of his cock being touched and Jungwoo pushing into him with near-perfect synchronization.
"Little whore won’t shut up unless he’s being touched too, you should know that," Doyoung groans, his sleepy acknowledgment accompanied by a slight shift in his sleeping posture to make it more comfortable for himself. Doyoung deftly uses his elbow for balance, the other hand maintaining a steady and consistent motion up and down on Jaehyun's cock.
Jungwoo is caught between the pleasure of Jaehyun's moans and Doyoung's comment; he starts to increase his pace. The room is filled with a cacophony of sounds — moans, groans, and the motion of Doyoung's hand on Jaehyun's cock, pre-cum spilling from the top.
Jaehyun is so overwhelmed; he arches his back and bites his lip to stifle his cries. He writhes against him, emitting unrestrained sounds, his eyes clenched tightly, his entire body strung taut as sinew. In an inevitable release, he climaxes, his entire body shuddering with the force of it.
Jaehyun allows himself to catch his breath, pressing his head against the pillows. He looks up, closing his eyes, with his mouth agape and panting, savoring the lingering feeling that ripples through his body.
But Doyoung had other plans; his hand tightens around Jaehyun's neck, forcefully turning his head until he's face-to-face with Doyoung's throbbing cock. Jaehyun is surprised to say the least, as his wide-eyed gaze meets the pulsating cock before him.
Doyoung gradually guides his cock into Jaehyun's mouth, the tip reaching the back of Jaehyun's throat. Doyoung emits a satisfied coo. The wet sounds of Doyoung's entry and Jaehyun's muffled gasps as he tries to adjust to the feeling.
Doyoung maintains control with one hand anchored on Jaehyun's jaw, ensuring his mouth stays open wide for him. After a moment of pushing his cock slowly in and out of Jaehyun's mouth, Doyoung picks up the pace. He tilts his hips, steadying Jaehyun's head as he starts to fuck his mouth with shallow thrusts, the rhythm increasing in sync with the mounting intensity in the room.
Doyoung locks eyes with Jungwoo, whose eyes are fixed on the unfolding scene. It was so hot that Jungwoo almost forgets he was quite literally inside Jaehyun, the warmth around his cock becoming addictive.
Doyoung randomly halts, catching Jaehyun off guard. As Jaehyun blinks his eyes open from the tears, he can see Doyoung and Jungwoo nodding their heads but not necessarily saying anything. In a silent agreement, Doyoung and Jungwoo seamlessly coordinate, initiating a simultaneous thrust into Jaehyun, meeting in the middle without preamble. There's no slow buildup; they dive right in.
Doyoung's grip tightens on Jaehyun's hair, and his nails dig into the scalp. All at the same time, Jungwoo's fingers dig into Jaehyun's thighs. The sticky residue of cum on Jaehyun's stomach makes him feel gross and so good at the same time.
Jaehyun is drenched in sweat, bullets trickling down the side of his face. He struggles to keep his eyes open, breathes heavily through his nose, and the air around him is saturated with a potent, manly musk. The repetitive sound of skin slapping and wet noises echoes in his ears, creating a sensory overload as pleasure courses through his body.
Jaehyun is now sobbing, his words muffled as doyoung's cock grazes against his throat, creating a raw and intense moment of emotion and physicality. Doyoung's hips begin to move more erratically, his movements stuttering as he senses himself approaching climax. In the charged moment, he contemplates his next move—should he make jaehyun swallow his cum or release it on his face? The indecision lingers briefly, and it becomes apparent that jungwoo shares a similar idea as their eyes meet, an unspoken agreement hanging in the air.
They both pick up the pace, then withdraw. Jungwoo moves closer, pressing his cock against jaehyun's cheek. In unison, they release their loads on Jaehyun's face, the room filled with twin moans marking the culmination of their shared pleasure.
Despite the cum on his lashes, Jaehyun manages to pry his eyes open. There's a glint of satisfaction as cum pools in the dimples on his cheeks, forming some post-pleasure adornment.
Jungwoo shifted to the side, wrapping his arms around Jaehyun and snuggling close. He nestled his head into Jaehyun's sweaty neck, seeking comfort in their shared warmth. Meanwhile, Doyoung sat on the end of the bed, commenting, "That's gross. We need to take a shower, especially Jaehyun." He tugged on Jaehyun's wrist, but Jungwoo resisted with a childlike pout, unwilling to let Doyoung take him away. Jaehyun couldn't help but giggle, though his throat ached.
His brothers are just so sweet to him, they take care of him so well.