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Jisung eyes the hook on the ceiling of the extra room of their new apartment. They agreed that it wouldn’t be a gym, but Minho did want to hang a punching bag now that he’s getting back into boxing regularly. Jisung doesn’t mind. In fact, the fact that Minho installed the hook before even ordering the bag is giving him a great idea. And luckily his favorite hyung is reliable enough that he knows the hook was installed well and able to hold a fair amount of weight.
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Lately the members have had more individual schedules, which can be a bummer, but is definitely working out in Jisung’s favor this week. He sets everything up and just waits for Hyunjin to arrive. He’s nearly vibrating with anticipation when there’s a knock at the door. It’s just for politeness’s sake, of course, and it gives him the moment he needs to school his features before Hyunjin walks through the door.
Hyunjin walks past Jisung, eyes down, entering his room before he begins stripping. In no time, he’s fully nude and on his knees beside Jisung’s door, just waiting for instruction.
“Good boy.” Jisung follows him in, grabbing the items from his desk before stepping behind Hyunjin’s kneeling form. “Are you plugged?”
“Yes, sir.” Hyunjin already sounds a bit breathy. They don’t always play this way, but when they do, he’s turned on before his knees hit the ground.
Jisung smirks at the sharp intake of breath as he secures the collar around Hyunjin’s neck. Today is going to be fun. As he comes around to the front of the other man, he turns the collar and lets the attached chain drop some, ensuring Hyunjin feels the weight of it. Hyunjin’s eyes widen, but he keeps them downcast and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He’s used to the collar, but it’s rare that his dom uses a leash.
Jisung doesn’t give any warning before he’s walking away, forcing Hyunjin to scramble after him for fear of getting dragged. Once they’re outside the door of Minsung’s extra room, he’s instructed to stand.
“Keep your eyes on me or the floor.” Jisung’s gaze is hard. “Any sounds will result in a punishment. Understood?”
“Yes sir. I’ll be quiet.”
Typically Hyunjin’s pretty good at following directions, so he’s not particularly concerned about the prospect of punishment. Plus, he loves when he’s allowed to look at Jisung early on. The gasp when they enter the room does tempt him, though. It clearly did not come from Jisung. He immediately turns his eyes downward again for fear of letting curiosity get the best of him. He knows for a fact that Minho is not here right now, but who else could it be? He and Jisung have never played with anyone else like this.
Jisung smiles. He knew Hyunjin would be good, but he kind of hoped that he’d slip up. Jisung takes a few steps closer to the table he’d placed under the hook, giving the leash a little slack so that Hyunjin won’t move with him. He reaches out and rattles the chain hanging from the ceiling. His smile widens at Hyunjin’s reaction. It’s small. A little flinch before standing even straighter. He gives the leash a sharp tug, causing Hyunjin to stumble towards him.
“Be a good boy and hold this while I check something.” He hands Hyunjin the leash and circles the table. The man on top of it squirms a bit under his stare. Jisung trails his fingers over a taut stomach before he steps around to take in his backside. Tiny and adorable. He gives it a decent slap, eyes on Hyunjin as he flinches at the sound again. One more slap and he gives it a squeeze before reaching to pull the plug out of him. Seungmin sighs again, more heavily this time. The plug had been vibrating for quite a while.
The remote is just behind him on the table. Jisung could’ve turned it off before pulling it out, but he wants Hyunjin to hear it. He finishes his slow lap around the table, placing him in front of Hyunjin again. He doesn’t know what’s happening but he’s already hard and ready. Jisung wraps his hand around his chin and tips his head up so he can look him in the eye. He was sure Hyunjin would break and take a peek, but he’s pleasantly surprised.
He rewards him with a kiss. He knows it’s hard for Hyunjin in this moment, feels the way he brings his hands up to his chest, aching to touch Jisung. When Jisung pulls back, he decides it’s time. He pulls Hyunjin by the leash again and sits him at the head of the table before detaching it from the collar and tossing it to the side. With his eyes downturned again, Hyunjin sees a pad of paper and a pencil in front of him.
“You have three minutes.” Jisung fists his hand in Hyunjin’s hair this time, his grip just this side of painful, pulling his head up with a sharp jerk. “Draw him.”
Hyunjin takes in Seungmin before him, kneeling on the table, his arms suspended above his head, wrists locked together connected to a chain hanging down from Minho’s hook. Not a stitch of clothing on him. His cock is hard and Hyunjin can see the tip is glistening with precum. He gapes for just a second before picking up the pencil and beginning his sketch.
If given more time, Hyunjin would relish this opportunity. He’d take his time with the sketch, until he feels like he’s captured every detail perfectly. Then he would paint, because such beauty deserved to be captured as vividly as possible. But he only has three minutes.
Jisung tries to focus on his watch instead of Hyunjin, but it’s hard. His lips pursed in concentration, his eyes focused, Hyunjin is exceptionally beautiful this way. Too soon the three minutes is over, and Jisung almost regrets setting such a short time limit. Almost. Hyunjin’s drawing is rough but lovely. Rather than telling him that his time is up, Jisung decides to yank on the collar again. Hyunjin nearly falls on the ground, but recovers quickly. Their eyes meet before nerves set in and Hyunjin looks down again. Jisung said he could look at him, but maybe he’s worried that he’ll somehow break a rule if he keeps his eyes up. Hyunjin is really a great sub.
Jisung pulls him around to the other end of the table. “Up.”
Hyunjin crawls onto the table. He’s dying to look up and see the rest of Seungmin, but he doesn’t dare raise his eyes. He does not want to miss out on anything Jisung planned.
Sensing his thoughts, Jisung offers a boon. “You can look at him now.”
Hyunjin’s gaze is hungry as he takes in those broad shoulders, that tiny waist. Stays love to talk about Jisung’s waist, but Seungmin’s is just as small. Just as biteable. Hyunjin’s eyes drift lower and he bites his lip.
Before he can even form a coherent thought about Seungmin’s ass, Jisung’s hand is in his hair again. He shoves Hyunjin’s head down at the same time that he grabs Seungmin’s hip and pulls him back a bit, causing his back to arch. “Lick, Jinnie.”
Immediately, Hyunjin’s hands are on Seungmin’s cheeks, spreading him so that he can eat him out with abandon.
When Jisung positioned Seungmin this way, he walked him through what he had planned. He also told him to react naturally, no sound restrictions like Hyunjin would have. The practiced tongue darting in and out, and exploring as much as it can reach, draws a groan from Seungmin’s lips. He’s been waiting for longer than he would’ve liked, and the anticipation had been killing him. He arches his back even more, pushing back onto Hyunjin’s tongue.
Jisung is greatly enjoying the sight in front of him, but he’s getting a little impatient. He decides it won’t hurt to undress himself. He sets the key to Seungmin’s cuffs on the table before stripping. He palms himself, as he watches for just another few seconds before he grabs Hyunjin by the hair for a third time. He really loves the silky feel of it. He pulls Hyunjin back, tilting his head so that he looks up at him again.
“Unlock Minnie’s hands and make sure his wrists are alright.”
“Yes sir.” Hyunjin grabs the key and scrambles around the table to get in front of Seungmin. He takes in the blush across his cheeks and preens just a little, knowing that he was the cause of it. Once he’s unlocked them, Hyunjin takes Seungmin’s wrists into his hands, rubbing at the slight red marks around them one at a time. They look just fine, but he knew they would. Jisung wouldn’t have left him like that if he thought there was a chance that he’d be too uncomfortable or end up losing circulation or something. “His wrists are good, sir.”
Jisung smiles at the way Hyunjin unconsciously sinks back into his standard kneeling position and tears his eyes away from Seungmin to stare at his own hands. “Turn around, Jinnie. Ass up.”
A smile breaks across Hyunjin’s face as he follows the order. Seungmin looks to Jisung, his hands itching to reach forward and touch Hyunjin.
“Minnie, remove his plug and make sure he’s stretched enough to take you.”
Seungmin moves before he even finishes, just as eager as Hyunjin. As soon as the plug is out, one hand is on Hyunjin’s hip while he puts two fingers into his stretched hole. He pumps them a few times then adds a third. He presses against Hyunjin’s prostate and is just a little disappointed when a gasp is all he gets out of him.
Jisung, on the other hand, is impressed. Hyunjin is really serious about the ‘no sounds’ order. While Seungmin plays with Hyunjin, Jisung grabs the lube and climbs up behind Seungmin, checking to ensure that he’s ready as well.
“Okay, Minnie, you can stop.” Jisung can almost hear Hyunjin’s whimper. He squirts some lube into his hand and reaches around to stroke Seungmin’s length a couple times. The resulting moan brings a smile to his lips. He brings himself right up to Seungmin’s ear to whisper before addressing Hyunjin. “Fill him up for me. Jinnie, you can make whatever sounds you need to now, baby.”
Seungmin takes himself in hand and lines up with Hyunjin’s entrance. He does whimper this time, so ready for what’s to come. Seungmin enters him slowly, both hands gripping his hips now. Hyunjin’s breaths come harder; he still tries to hold back, but a drawn out moan escapes once Seungmin bottoms out.
“Fuck.” Seungmin breathes before looking over his shoulder at Jisung. “Can I talk to him?”
Jisung considers for a moment. He pushes down between Seungmin’s shoulders, encouraging him to rest against Hyunjin’s back. “Go ahead.”
Seungmin trails kisses along Hyunjin’s shoulders before whispering. “What a good boy. Staying quiet even though I know you want to scream with my cock inside you. You’ve been so patient, so good, all night. I can’t –”
He cuts himself off with another groan as Jisung presses inside of him roughly. Jisung sinks in to the hilt, relishing the tight squeeze. Seungmin’s length twitches in response as he subsequently thrusts a bit more into Hyunjin, drawing a moan from the latter.
Patient as he’s been, Hyunjin’s reaching his limit now, starting to push back to get some friction, backing Seungmin against Jisung in turn. Unable to access Hyunjin, Jisung lands a harsh slap to Seungmin’s right cheek. The resounding sound, doing nothing to deter him, if anything Hyunjin’s more turned on knowing that Seungmin is the one receiving his punishment. He rocks back again, and Jisung administers another slap to the other side this time. Seungmin lets out a small sigh but does nothing to correct Hyunjin’s behavior.
Jisung is amused, curious to see how much Seungmin’s willing to take before he reacts, so he keeps quiet. Without any direct consequence aside from the pleasure he seeks, Hyunjin is emboldened. He continues to thrust himself back with increasing vigor, fucking himself on Seungmin’s cock. To his credit, Seungmin’s only apparent reactions are his ever tightening grip on Hyunjin’s hips and his panting breaths. His ass has taken on a pretty pink hue that Jisung can’t help but admire as he continues alternating his spanks every couple strokes.
After a particularly hard slap, Seungmin can’t take it any more. “Fuck, Jinnie!” He sinks his teeth into Hyunjin’s shoulder then, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to hurt.
Hyunjin yips and Jisung laughs before threading his fingers into Seungmin’s hair and yanking backwards. He’s got an edge to his voice, threatening and powerful. “Naughty puppy. You shouldn’t chew on things that aren’t yours.”
Seungmin gasps his apology when Jisung bites the juncture where his shoulder meets his neck. It’s not very hard, but the sting of disappointing Jisung and having to be reprimanded makes it feel much more harsh.
“I was going to let you come first for being so accommodating to my bad lil Jinnie, but now I don’t know if you deserve to.”
“Please Hannie,” Seungmin is not above begging. “I won’t do it again. Thank you for letting me borrow your toy. Please, let me come.”
Jisung knows that Seungmin actually deserves a reward for withstanding so much stimulation, especially considering he’d been waiting for a reaction like that. But he relishes the power he has over the men beneath him. “What did you just call me?”
Seungmin whines, puppy eyes getting big. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to. Please, sir, I’ve tried so hard to be good. Please? You and Jinnie feel so good. I need it.”
While he talks, Hyunjin clenches around him periodically, causing him to stutter out his plea. Jisung shoves him forward to hide his smile. “You did put up with Jinnie’s misbehavior, so you can come when you’re ready.” He lowers his voice an octave. “Hyunjin shouldn’t come until I do.”
Hyunjin knows better than to argue, so he simply pouts and lets out a little whine. Jisung moves his hands to Seungmin’s hips and guides him forward. That’s all the encouragement Seungmin needs; he begins pumping into Hyunjin, forcing out soft ‘ahs’ with every stroke. Jisung is content to follow along with him at first, but his need for control soon takes over; he slips an arm between Seungmin and Hyunjin and presses his chest against Seungmin’s back.
“Flatten out, Hyun.”
It’s a bit awkward considering their position on the table, Hyunjin’s chest spilling over the edge of it. He keeps one hand on the ledge and reaches the other to the floor in front of him. Jisung knows this won’t last too much longer and the precariousness of his situation will help Hyunjin to focus on staving off his climax. He snaps his hips at a punishing pace, angling so that he hits Seungmin’s prostate with each thrust.
Seungmin lets loose then, just taking it. His moans are loud and musical. The sound of them spurring Jisung on. Together they climb higher and higher. Hyunjin is barely hanging on by a thread between the friction of his cock now pressed to the table and the rebounding grind of Seungmin behind him. He tries to lift his hips to relieve a little of that pressure, but the new angle has Seungmin grazing his own sweet spot.
With an emphatic groan, Seungmin finds his release, and Hyunijn sighs at the warm sensation spreading through him. Jisung renews his effort, increasing his pace yet again. He wants Seungmin to ride that wave as long as he can. Jisung soon falls over the edge himself, his movements becoming erratic. After a few moments, they both slump forward on top of Hyunjin, who nearly sobs.
Not one to leave his job unfinished, Jisung pulls out and sits back on his heels. He guides Seungmin to do the same, and they both take a moment to watch Seungmin’s cum drip from Hyunjin’s stretched rim.
Jisung tuts. “Can’t have that, can we. Jinnie, back on your knees, but you can keep your head down. Seungmin, clean up your mess.”
Seungmin pulls Hyunjin up by his hips, helping him to settle into position before dragging his tongue up and into Hyunjin’s hole before sucking on his rim, causing Hyunjin to shudder. In the meantime, Jisung uses two fingers to scoop his own dripping cum and press it back into Seungmin. This sets off a short chain reaction - Seungmin groans at the overstimulation, the sensation pulling another moan from Hyunjin.
Jisung lets out his own sigh of contentment, watching as Seungmin switches from his tongue to his fingers and litters kisses along Hyunjin’s thighs, ass, lower back, anywhere he can reach. He can hear the soft murmurs of “you’re so pretty like this,” “that’s it, baby,” “let me hear how much you like it.” He can tell from the way Hyunjin squirms when Seungmin starts to massage his prostate. Hyunjin’s moans shift into one prolonged groan. Jisung climbs off the table, making his way around it.
With the barest push on his elbow, Seungmin follows Jisung’s unvoiced order to take Hyunjin’s length in hand. He thumbs the precum on his tip, using it to ease the glide of his strokes before pulling his hand away, to Hyunjin’s dismay. Hyunjin whines and chokes back a sob when Seugnmin withdraws his other hand as well.
Almost immediately, though, Seungmin’s hands trade places. Suddenly the hand coated in lube and his own cum is wrapped around Hyunjin jerking in time with the thrust of his fingers. Jisung admires the pure pleasure on Hyunjin’s face from his new vantage point at the head of the table. He sinks down to one knee, grabbing Hyunjin’s chin and tilting his head up for a sloppy kiss. Hyunjin’s eyes fly open at the contact, but fall shut again as he basically just pants into Jisung’s mouth.
Jisung smirks as he brings his mouth up close to Hyunjin’s ear. “Alright, baby, let me hear how pretty you are when you come.”
Though he hadn’t been told he needed to wait for permission, he clearly had been. Nearly as soon as the words leave Jisung’s mouth, Hyunjin comes with a cry and a slew of garbled curses as well as his partners’ names. Jisung catches him as he slumps forward, and together he and Seungmin position Hyunjin so he can lay fully on the table, basking in his afterglow.
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After giving him a couple minutes to catch his breath, Jisung helps Hyunjin into a sitting position. He carefully removes the collar from around his neck, rubbing gently at the revealed skin. “Time to get cleaned up, baby.”
They all get to their feet, and Jisung takes Hyunjin’s hand, hesitating before taking Seungmin’s as well. Seungmin doesn’t react beyond a raised eyebrow and a slight quirk of the right side of his lips. He’d told Jisung that he should just focus on Hyunjin’s aftercare, but that doesn’t mean he was going to listen to him. Besides, the hand holding is symbolic more than anything; he needs to let go to get through the door. He didn’t count on Seungmin then taking Hyunjin’s other hand. It’s cute.
When they reach the bathroom, Jisung places his hands on Hyunjin’s hips, slowly guiding him into Seungmin. “Hold him for me?”
“Yes, sir,” Seungmin snarks, but he wraps his arms around Hyunjin, hooking his chin over his shoulder.
Jisung smirks and pats his head. “Good puppy.”
Hyunjin giggles, hands framing Jisung’s face as he brings him in for a kiss. Then Jisung sets about getting things ready for their shower. Towels and clothes acquired, water bottles and snacks ready on his nightstand, and water warm, the three of them slip into the shower. The way they wash up mirrors how they were in the other room; Seungmin is gently sudsing Hyunjin up while Jisung does the same to him.
They discuss the scene between lingering kisses, touching on their favorite aspects. They agree to play together more often, maybe even play around with the dynamics to see what would work best for them. Seungmin apologizes for the dark fingermarks on Hyunjin’s hips, making sure to press a kiss to each one. He doesn’t miss the heat in Hyunjin’s gaze when he takes the bruises in, though.
As Jisung dries Hyunjin with the fluffiest towel he owns, the latter wonders aloud, “What are you going to do with my drawing?”
Seungmin’s head whips around to hear the answer as well. Jisung laughs. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I kinda just wanna keep it in my drawer.”
“In that case,” Hyunjin suddenly turning shy despite all they’ve done. “Minnie, would you sit for me again?”
Seungmin doesn’t quite succeed at hiding his smile. Even if he had, the blush painted across his cheeks and pinking up his ears would’ve given him away. “Sure, Jinnie. Whatever you want.”
Once they’re all dressed in their comfies, they pile into Jisung’s bed with him in the middle. Hyunjin passes the snacks to the other two while Seungmin presses play on Howl’s Moving Castle. The conversation continues in fits and starts, interspersed with more sweet kisses and shushes to focus on good parts of the movie. By the time the movie ends, they’re just a sleeping pile of intertwined limbs and peaceful smiles.