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Hyunjae sighed, feeling the water hitting his body as he stood under the shower head. It had been a long day and after his workout he had a hearty meal with some of the members. Sangyeon had returned to the dorm earlier and Haknyeon wasn’t in Seoul, having gone back to Jeju. Hyunjae frowned. Thinking of Haknyeon… Hyunjae tentatively palmed at his half chub; his favorite dongsaeng for pleasure was in Jeju and Hyunjae was feeling the after effects. Hyunjae was horny, hornier than he thought he would be because of how busy they were yet here he was, lathering his dick with soapy water so he could jack off.
Hyunjae’s eyes naturally slipped closed as he took a grip of his heated dick and a short moan left his throat. His mind flitted to Haknyeon, his pert ass and his hole hungrily enveloping Hyunjae whole. The way Haknyeon mewled from under him and the way his hips would stutter whenever he was about to climax–
His train of thoughts were interrupted by the image of Sangyeon, standing at the foot of the bed, his manly hands placed on Haknyeon’s hips, ready to fuck Haknyeon into oblivion. Hyunjae grimaced, wiling the idea of his leader fucking their dongsaeng out of his head but instead Hyunjae moaned, thinking of the way Sangyeon snapped his hip against Haknyeon’s ass, how he gritted his teeth and tensed his jaw as he fucked into Haknyeon, his huge dick sculpting Haknyeon’s hole. Hyunjae placed his arm on the shower wall and let out a small wail, coming all over his hand and the wall, breathing harshly at the sight of his white seed flushing down the drain. Hyunjae grimaced, lathering himself with soap once more to get rid of any trace.
Hyunjae was paranoid, for what reason he wouldn’t admit it because it was stupid. Sangyeon didn’t know that Hyunjae had jerked off to the memory of him fucking Haknyeon and Hyunjae certainly wasn’t craving the feeling of that night, the time he had bottomed for the first time. Hyunjae was even too scared to try fingering himself again, despite having tried it before their shared night together. After their threesome, Sangyeon hadn’t acted any differently than he did before it. Sangyeon was still his funny yet reliable hyung. Sometimes, Sangyeon relied on Hyunjae after leading and hearing out all of the other members. Hyunjae liked that, it made him feel like he has an important role in the group, even if Jacob would never relinquish the title of vice captain to him.
“Hyunjae, what about you?” Sangyeon asked him one night, about two days after. Haknyeon was still in Jeju and Hyunjae didn’t feel like being on his computer so he found Sangyeon in the living room, reading something on his Ipad. Hyunjae paused, after forgetting what they were talking about because Sangyeon’s jawline and lips seemed more interesting to look at. He blinked, remembering that they had been talking about their worries about their next comeback. “It’s the end of the year, so there isn’t that much competition,” Hyunjae said laxly, “We just have to do our best.”
Sangyeon bit his lip. “Ah, but since it’s the end of the year there aren’t many chances to show off.” Sangyeon wasn’t wrong. Some music shows would be canceled and the general promotion circuit would be shorter thanks to the dwindling of the year, but they had to do the best they were given. Hyunjae felt guilty, because while Sangyeon was worrying about their comeback, Hyunjae was watching his hyung’s chest rise and fall with his breathing.
“Hyunjae, is there something bothering you?” Sangyeon had a small frown on his lips. “You’ve seemed out of it lately. Is there something you wanna talk about?”
I want to bottom for you again … Hyunjae’s eyes went wide when he realized his thoughts, like a drunken man spluttering his truth. “Uh, hyung… it’s nothing.”
Sangyeon didn’t seem convinced. “Is it actually? You’re always the one who says that we need to talk if there’s something wrong.”
Again, Sangyeon was right. Hyunjae was always pestering his members to be open with their struggles, but that didn’t mean Hyunjae listened to his own advice. “I’m fine hyung, I’m just…” Hyunjae bit his lip harshly before continuing, “I’m just sexually frustrated.” Hyunjae gasped, eyes wide, when he realized what he admitted. Realistically, he shouldn’t be so shy considering the nature of the go-ons in their apartment, yet Hyunjae found himself flustered and blushing.
“Oh. Is that so?” Sangyeon’s voice sounded croakier than usual. “I don’t know how to help since I don’t bottom… Maybe try hooking up with Chaemin again-?”
Hyunjae’s eyes squeezed shut as he wheezed, “I don’t feel like topping, hyung.”
Sangyeon paused. “Oh.” Hyunjae’s eyes were still closed, but he heard Sangyeon shuffle. “I can help with that. If you want.” Hyunjae shivered. “You want that, Hyunjae-ya? Why didn’t you just say so?” Hyunjae didn’t want to open his eyes. Sangyeon was grinning as he spoke, “When do you want it?”
He said it, not me… Hyunjae swallowed. Then again, Sangyeon’s dick is a beast, he might as well call it an it… “Tonight. Now.”
“Now?” Hyunjae was sure that Sangyeon was toying with him. Hyunjae nodded, his eyes opening. “Now.” Sangyeon smirked, now sitting on the coffee table on the couch in front of Hyunjae. His sweatpants revealed a clear tent in his crotch area. Hyunjae licked his lips.
“Go to my bedroom. You showered earlier, right?” Hyunjae nodded; Sangyeon smiled. “Good. I’ll be there in a minute. Sit tight.” Hyunjae’s legs felt like gelatin as he scurried to Sangyeon’s bedroom; he already could feel arousal in his lower belly. He didn’t know what to do, so he simply got rid of his sweatshirt and patiently waited for Sangyeon. Technically, he knew where the lube and Haknyeon’s butt plug was but he decided to obey Sangyeon’s words. Sangyeon returned soon enough, only wearing a white towel and his skin gleaming with wet warmth. He grinned attractively and let his towel drop to the ground, making Hyunjae’s mouth drop automatically. Sangyeon grinned once more and threw a bottle of lube onto the bed.
“Finger yourself. Open yourself up for me.” Hyunjae’s cheeks burned as Sangyeon sat himself onto the armchair he kept in the corner of his room, his legs parted in a way that would allow him access to his own cock.
Hyunjae hesitantly swallowed, but was met by a blank stare from Sangyeon. He took a quick breath and got rid of his bottoms, leaving Hyunjae as bare as Sangyeon. Hyunjae was now completely hard, but he ignored his cock as he dribbled some lube onto his fingers. Hyunjae was sitting on his ass, legs spread away from his body as he circled his rim. “You won’t be able to do anything like that,” Sangyeon said to him, as if sensing Hyunjae’s apprehension. “Lay on your back and spread your legs.” Hyunjae’s cheeks burned. Hyunjae wasn’t a prude at all, yet he felt like being that exposed was embarrassing… but he found himself turned on even still, so Hyunjae listened to his hyung and laid on the bed.
Hyunjae let out a small gasp when he finally managed to push his middle finger past the ring of muscle. It felt different from when Sangyeon had his fingers in Hyunjae, but he guessed it was because Sangyeon’s fingers were calloused from years of playing the guitar. Hyunjae drew in a quick breath and started moving his single digit, in and out but not past the rim, and his pace became more drastic, more desperate. “Put in another one,” Sangyeon then said to him, his voice completely even. Hyunjae couldn’t see him, but he’d guess that Sangyeon was playing with his cock. “I won’t be able to fit in if you don’t prepare well.”
Hyunjae whined as he shoved in his second finger, feeling the stretch in around his digits. He didn’t waste much more time and shortly after getting used to his slim fingers moving inside him, Hyunjae added a third finger. Hyunjae was breathing deeply, not moving until his hole was able to comfortably hold his three fingers. Sangyeon sounded like he was smirking as he said, “If you’re up for it, I’ll train you so that you’ll take my fist without so much of a wince.”
Hyunjae whined once more at that, feeling his dick twitch at the thought; he knew that Sangyeon was being hyperbolic, but he had also seen Sangyeon’s dick. It was practically thick as a soda can and it wasn’t short either.
“Fuck yourself,” Sangyeon said simply.
Hyunjae didn’t know how long he had been laying with his fingers up his hole, so he listened to what he was told. Sangyeon was right, it would’ve been impossible to fuck himself had he remained in his original position. On his back, he had more leeway as he pushed his fingers in and out, moving his hips in a way that would assure more stimulation. Sangyeon chuckled, saying, “Such a desperate slut. Desperate for dick. A top who is fingering himself open to have my cock.”
Hyunjae shuddered at Sangyeon’s words, arousal and embarrassment washing over him, before pushing forward and continuing the assault in his hole. He was slowly getting used to it, despite the ache beginning to settle in his wrist. Hyunjae was letting out whiny noises and breathy ahs as he continued thrusting his fingers inside his asshole. He could feel Sangyeon’s gaze on him, even being assaulted by pleasure by avoiding touching his own cock.
“Enough.” Hyunjae breathed once and removed his fingers, wincing at the squelchy noise the lube made. “I’ll fuck you now.” Hyunjae yelped when Sangyeon manhandled him to the foot of the bed, but his chest was on fire and his loins were burning. Hyunjae was discovering so many things he didn’t know about himself.
“Should I fuck you on your back or on your stomach?” Sangyeon asked, patting Hyunjae’s body-from his pectorals to his thighs, ghosting against Hyunjae’s aching and reddish tip.
“On my back,” Hyunjae eventually responded, his body twitching away from Sangyeon’s reach as he ran his fingers against Hyunjae’s rib cage. His voice was embarrassingly winded thanks to Sangyeon’s fingertips. He saw Sangyeon smirk. “Your stomach it is then.”
Hyunjae mewled then gasped, being manhandled once more into position. Sangyeon told him to place his forearms flush on the bed. Hyunjae felt deep shame yet burning arousal as Sangyeon gripped his ankles and spread his legs apart; he flinched when Sangyeon pressed a single finger into Hyunjae’s ass, as if testing how far Hyunjae’s own fingers had gotten. Hyunjae wriggled and Sangyeon removed his finger, saying, “Wait… lube…”
Hyunjae attempted to steady his breathing as Sangyeon dropped some lube around Hyunjae’s hole, using his finger to push it inside and spread the access around Hyunjae’s rim. Hyunjae hummed, beginning to feel impatient. Sangyeon pressed some kisses against Hyunjae’s shoulder blades as he murmured, “Ready Hyunjae-ah?”
Hyunjae breathed once through his nose. “Yes, hyung.” Suddenly, he felt his hole being breached by Sangyeon’s mushroom head, the split didn’t feel nearly as bad as the first time. Sangyeon was gentle, but Hyunjae knew that it was deceptive. Once Hyunjae was warmed up, Sangyeon would continue like a raging bull like the last time.
“Everything alright, Hyunjae-ah?”
Hyunjae swallowed, finding his voice weak as he responded, “Yes, hyung.” He could hear the grin in Sangyeon’s voice. “Should I go harder, Hyunjae-ah?” It took a moment for Hyunjae to think of a response, but Sangyeon was steady in his pace. Hyunjae felt Sangyeon’s essence all around him, Sangyeon had placed his arms next to Hyunjae’s head and everything around them smelled like Sangyeon. Hyunjae was intoxicated, head swimming. And his hole was getting drilled, so there wasn’t much thinking going on in his head. “Hyunjae-ah?”
“Yes, hyung.” Hyunjae lazily opened his eyes when he realized Sangyeon still hadn’t sped up. “I’m not entirely in yet,” he smoothly explained. Sangyeon stopped, adjusting himself and pulling Hyunjae closer, making the latter gasp, suddenly feeling way more full. Sangyeon laughed shortly at the way Hyunjae’s eyes went wide and started thrusting in short yet meaningful strokes, making Hyunjae’s jaw part. Sangyeon’s fingers were pressing into Hyunjae’s boney hips and Hyunjae’s eyes slipped close again, his body simultaneously trying to lean in and push away from the pleasure.
They went on like that, Sangyeon slapping into him as Hyunjae took it like a good bottom–the thought itself gave Hyunjae a shiver. Sangyeon kept on whispering to him in a stern tone about mounting a top or how Hyunjae is the kind of bottom that Hyunjae himself loved topping on regular occasions. It was making Hyunjae go insane. He felt so hot yet cold with humiliation. Haknyeon had long theorized that Hyunjae enjoyed humiliation but Hyunjae always dismissed it. He liked jerking off in front of a window, who cares? But Hyunjae understood it now, because the moment he reached for his dick, Sangyeon slapped his hand away and said, “Needy bottoms don’t get to play with their dicks.” Hyunjae whined and Sangyeon smiled, almost cruelly. He’s enjoying this as much as I am…
Hyunjae’s thoughts were cut short when Sangyeon stopped, grabbing the lube and dribbling some on his fingers and unsheathing himself from Hyunjae’s hole. Hyunjae whined again, hungrily sucking Sangyeon’s thick fingers into him. Sangyeon chuckled when Hyunjae moved forward to get Sangyeon’s fingers further inside him. “Ah, ah, no,” Sangyeon chided, as if Sangyeon’s thrusts had diminished Hyunjae’s mental capacity–he wouldn’t be entirely wrong. “Whores don’t get greedy. You’ll only receive what I give you.”
Hyunjae moaned when Sangyeon grabbed him and said, “Let’s try this, shall we…” He wasn’t asking Hyunjae, he was merely directing him, like an actor in his play–except Hyunjae wasn’t meant to have a voice. He was only meant to receive whatever Sangyeon gave him.
Sangyeon had Hyunjae underneath him, Hyunjae bent over the bed like someone naughty and about to get spanked. Or someone about to get brutally fucked. Hyunjae was trembling, waiting for Sangyeon’s first move. “I didn’t want to give you want but…” Sangyeon sighed and Hyunjae moaned as Sangyeon entered him from behind in one swift swoop. “I love fucking bottoms. Needy ones like you, especially.” Hyunjae let out a garbled moan when Sangyeon started thrusting in and out. Hyunjae’s mouth lulled open with a bated moan at the feeling.
Sweat was pouring from Hyunjae’s back as Sangyeon continued to take him from behind. Sangyeon’s pace was unrelentless, holding Hyunjae’s hips steeled as he gritted his teeth. Hyunjae’s eyes were half-closed, his arms pliantly splayed by his sides as Sangyeon’s dick stretched him from within. Sangyeon suddenly stopped, grabbing Hyunjae’s wrists and securing them at his lower back. Hyunjae felt his dick twitch at the new position; he wriggled experimentally but found that he couldn’t move his upper body much. That realization made his whole body burn and Hyunjae felt like his cock was going into overdrive as it leaked pre-cum. When Hyunjae let out a throaty moan, Sangyeon’s hand around Hyunjae’s wrists tightened as Sangyeon said, “Next time we should have Haknyeon in the room…”
Hyunjae was too fucked to answer. “I’ll make him watch his hyung get fucked like the needy bottom you are. I’ll have Haknyeon sucking you off, while you get your insides reorganized by my dick. How does that sound?”
Sangyeon grinned happily as Hyunjae let out a gurgling sound from the back of his throat. His dick was aching, but Sangyeon holding his arms meant that he couldn’t reach to alleviate the feeling. “Mm, imagine Haknyeon seeing you like this. You’re usually the top dog, fucking him. Instead you’re bent over like a dog in heat.”
Hyunjae’s insides hurt from the embarrassment pouring through his body like lava, yet his dick was impossibly hard–he was impossibly turned on. Sangyeon was pressing every single button that Hyunjae didn’t even know he had and Hyunjae wasn’t entirely sure he could hold on for much longer.
“Maybe I should get Eric to watch, hm? Didn’t you take his virginity?” Sangyeon leaned down, speaking practically against Hyunjae’s neck and his stomach did somersaults. “Imagine his face when he sees the hyung he admires so much fucked out underneath me.” Hyunjae whined, as if to protest, but it turned into breathy noises when Sangyeon changed his thrusting angle, now hitting directly into Hyunjae’s prostate.
“Maybe I should call Sunwoo and Chanhee as well? I’m sure Sunwoo would be shocked to see his hyung this way, he might even want to join… and Chanhee… He’d have some choice words for you.”
Hyunjae’s body started to squirm from beneath Sangyeon–the mental imagery of Eric’s shocked face as Hyunjae drooled across the bed, Sunwoo palming his chub as Chanhee’s nasal tone barraged verbal abuse at Hyunjae was too much. Hyunjae let out short wails, sounding similar to a cat, his high voice saying, “Hyung, hyung, I can’t, I can’t–”
“What?” Sangyeon’s cool voice interrupted Hyunjae’s pleas. “You want to finish? But I’m not done yet.” Sangyeon paused for a moment, allowing for Hyunjae to catch his breath–even then, he was trembling. Every nerve in his body was on fire and all of his senses were shutting off and turning up at once. “Will you let me finish?”
Hyunjae’s throat was too dry to produce any noise so he only nodded. Sangyeon seemed to have taken that as an answer enough because Sangyeon resumed his pace, alternately hitting and missing Hyunjae’s spot. Hyunjae felt the familiar twinge in his lower stomach, his hips stuttering against the mattress as his loins tightened. Hyunjae’s climax lasted for a few seconds longer than usual, leaving Hyunjae’s ears feeling hot and his body vibrating. His climax was unceremonious and Hyunjae would’ve felt relieved despite it, but Sangyeon didn’t seem to pay any mind to Hyunjae having finished.
Sangyeon fell silent for the first time since they ended up on the bed. His hands weren’t holding Hyunjae’s, instead Sangyeon’s calloused hands moved to Hyunjae’s hips, sculpting them in his grasp as he intensified his pace. Hyunjae was being soundlessly jostled around as Sangyeon chased his climax, the only noises between them were Sangyeon’s grunts of pleasure.
Hyunjae’s insides were tightening again as Sangyeon kept on entering him like a battering ram. Hyunjae had long before gotten used to the delicious stretch, yet the speed and the impact was stirring in his lower stomach again. It was moments later when Sangyeon let out a loud groan, finishing into his condom and Hyunjae saw fireworks before his eyes.
Sangyeon sounded winded as he asked, “Did you finish untouched?” Hyunjae blinked, realizing that he wasn’t fastened in position anymore. He moved, wincing as he turned to look at Sangyeon and grimaced at his groin. “I think I did,” he admitted. Sangyeon smirked, seeming proud of himself, as he walked off–where he wandered off to, Hyunjae didn’t know, but Hyunjae didn’t have the brain capacity to question anything. Sangyeon returned a few minutes later, now wearing boxers and holding a bottle of water. He wordlessly gave it to Hyunjae and the younger one stood up when he realized Sangyeon was going to gather the sheets to put them in the wash.
It wasn’t nearly as awkward as Hyunjae feared it would be afterwards. Then again, he should’ve seen that coming considering their separate yet joint arrangements with Haknyeon.
Once they were both cleaned up and wearing pajamas, they returned to the couch area where Sangyeon had on a football match. Sangyeon wasn’t even looking at him as he asked, “Liked it the second time around as much as the first?”
Hyunjae scowled at Sangyeon’s self-satisfied smile and gave a non-committal noise as a response and Sangyeon only grinned. “Good. Because I have some ideas for when Haknyeon gets back…”
Hyunjae’s eyes widened, suddenly all too aware of the dull pain in his lower back as Sangyeon cackled at his wordless reaction.