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Basketball is the one thing Vernon can count on beating his hyungs at. But when it comes to pretty much anything else, he always feels a bit… inferior. It’s not that he actually feels bad about himself. Not like he has a complex or anything. It’s just a bit hard to always have to compare yourself to the likes of fucking Mingyu who—incidentally—has this very moment just taken off his sweat-stained shirt to reveal his magazine-cover upper body in all its swole, bronze-tan glory.
“That was a good game,” Seungcheol says, earning a bombastic side eye from Mingyu as he also removes his clothes. The Seventeen leader has good reason to be chuffed; he had Vernon on his side, which meant Mingyu and Wonwoo were cooked from the start.
“It was,” Wonwoo agrees, smiling placidly. Far be it from him to fret over such earthly concerns as winning and losing at basketball as he removes his steamed-up glasses, wipes them, and neatly folds them away in their case. Squinting slightly—Wonwoo is blind as a bat without his extra set of eyes—he reaches back and pulls off his t-shirt in one quick motion.
Why must they all be so fucking jacked? Even Wonwoo, who used to be the skinny little bookworm of the lot, has magically bulked up under Mingyu’s relentless influence. It’s not fair, to be honest. Vernon goes to the gym, too. Religiously. But his body just doesn’t seem to want to cooperate.
He undresses and wraps his towel around his waist, feeling scrawny as he trots along after his meaty hyungs who exchange nonsensical banter on their way to the showers, towels draped casually over their shoulders. They’re all so chill and unbothered in each other’s company. And why shouldn’t they be? After all, the lot of them, Vernon included, have known each other for years. And yet, Vernon feels decidedly self-conscious as he takes off his towel and finds a place underneath the last remaining shower head, between Seungcheol and Mingyu.
As he mechanically starts soaping himself, he tries not to stare as his eyes take in the mouth-watering visual buffet on offer. Mingyu—it goes without saying—is like some fucking Greek god with his broad sculpted chest, tapering waist and perfectly round little bubble butt. Meanwhile, Seungcheol’s thick shoulders and upper arms make him look so, well, daddy (ugh why must that word exist?), and he just wants to squeeze that big fat ass of his. Wonwoo’s physique might be more modest, more compact, but then…
…he has something else to make up for it.
He really shouldn’t be looking at and comparing his hyungs’ dicks in the shower. It’s just so base. So low. Not to mention how it’s yet another thing that makes him feel inadequate in comparison.
But he can’t help himself.
Seungcheol has the shortest dick of the three of them, but it’s thick, with a big head, and sticks out diagonally from his body underneath a dark patch of neatly trimmed pubes. Mingyu’s long dick is beautiful, of course. Nothing about that man is anything less. He is clean shaven; his dick looks smooth, and Vernon finds himself wondering how soft it would be to touch just sweetly dangling relaxed and unhardened like that.
But Wonwoo takes the prize. Wonwoo is fucking hung. He also shaves, which means every inch of the thing hanging halfway down his thighs is on full display. It’s so thick and hefty. He’s just started shampooing his hair, and, as Vernon watches, trails of foam run down the front of his body, travelling down his chest to his abs and onwards to streak his thick dick which wiggles slightly with the motions of his body as he lathers his hair.
His dick looks so hot all dripping with suds like that.
Oh shit.
Vernon realises too late. The blood is already going to his dick and there is nothing he can do to stop it. Trapped between Mingyu and Seungcheol, there is no corner for him to hide his rapidly growing erection in.
Oh god, what are they going to think?
He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think of something awful, like the time Dokyeom laughed so hard he got ketchup up his nose, but no dice; the insides of his eyelids are plastered with nothing but images of his hyungs’ naked bodies—muscles, asses, and dicks.
Sensing defeat, he opens one mortified eye and peeks down. Yep, he’s completely hard, his erection sticking out like a flag. A red flag, that is. Signalling what a fucking pervert he is.
That same mortified eye slides to the left and his worst fears turn out to be true; Seungcheol is looking right at him, and Vernon feels himself die on the inside as his hyung drops his eyes straight down to his dick, making no secret of the fact that he is studying his erection. But then he looks up again, one corner of his mouth curving upwards, and gives Vernon a wink as he slides his hand down to his own dick—and starts toying with himself softly.
This can’t be happening.
He should look away. Or run away. Or just disappear somehow. But he doesn’t; instead, he watches spellbound as his leader’s dick swells up, unapologetic, just two feet away from him.
Semi-hard, Seungcheol stops touching himself and gives Vernon a smile before reaching over to the soap dispenser, proceeding to lather himself without a care in the world, as if having a hard-on while showering next to his mates was perfectly normal.
It’s so fucking hot.
But…
With fresh dread, he remembers Mingyu and Wonwoo to the other side of him. Wonwoo is thankfully totally oblivious to what’s going on, eyes squeezed tight because of the shampoo running down his forehead and gathering in his eyebrows while he hums softly to himself, lost in his own little dimension
However, the same cannot be said for Mingyu, who is watching him intently with an inscrutable expression. His lips are slightly parted and he blinks twice in rapid succession when their eyes meet.
And that’s when Vernon realises Mingyu is hard, too, his shaved cock pointing invitingly in his direction, pulsating slightly. It looks even more perfect erect, long and of even girth throughout except where it thickens slightly just behind the head. And that’s exactly where Mingyu’s fingers close around his shaft and start jerking his long dick. Right in front of Vernon’s salad—except there’s no salad.
His mind reeling from all this visual information, Vernon woozily turns his head back towards Seungcheol who is now also working his dick with decisive strokes and fixing Vernon with his eyes. He lets his eyes travel down Vernon’s body and when they reach his dick, he nods suggestively at Vernon with a quick toss of his head.
Vernon feels searing hot and ice cold all over. Does he mean…? Could he really…? Would they want him to…?
Face burning, he shoots nervous glances at Seungcheol and Mingyu as he timidly reaches down with his right hand and gingerly grips his own small but rock-hard dick. At that exact moment, he catches sight of Mingyu doing his double-blink again and running the tip of his tongue over the right side of his upper lip.
The air leaves his lungs in a hot sigh, and new air rushes in, making his head swim. Seungcheol is nodding at him, a look of determination on his face as inches closer, jerking himself steadily.
Vernon’s hand slides along his dick, very slowly and hesitantly at first, in case something goes horribly wrong, but it doesn’t, and slowly he gains pace, repeatedly checking his hyungs’ reactions as he joins in with them.
Damn. This feels so wrong, so taboo, the three of them touching themselves next to each other, jerking off together, but at the same time, it’s so fucking hot.
His eyes dart between Seungcheol and Mingyu, taking in the sight of his hyungs pleasuring themselves right next to him. He can’t take his eyes off their big, beautiful dicks, and he feels half-nauseous with the thought of what it would feel like to reach out and touch them. Feeling another man’s dick like that is something Vernon has had fever dreams about in secret for years but has, of course, never dared act on, assuming it would never come to anything more than a guilty fantasy to rub one out to.
But it’s as if Seungcheol can read the innermost reaches of his mind. Standing right next to him, he reaches for the hand Vernon is using on himself and guides it to his own dick.
Vernon’s breath catches in his throat as his fingers close around his leader’s member. Oh, fuck! It’s so thick; the feel of it in his hand is so different from his own, skinnier cock. He can barely believe the sight of his own hand on it, fondling it, tentatively tugging on it, trying to figure out how to work another man’s dick for the first time.
Seungcheol doesn’t interfere, lets him play and explore, meeting his glance with a dark look when Vernon looks up shyly. As if that weren’t enough to send his heart racing, moments later he feels a prod against his hip, and looks around to see Mingyu, having also closed in, holding his dick against Vernon’s skin and starting to rub himself against him.
Vernon swallows his own saliva in a desperate attempt to soothe his parched throat, then reaches out with his left hand and places it on Mingyu’s dick, all the while timidly monitoring his hyung’s reaction. But all Mingyu does is let his eyelids droop and lean his hips forward into Vernon’s hand as the younger boy starts exploring his length.
It feels completely different from Seungcheol’s. The shaft is longer, narrower than Seungcheol’s in the middle—albeit still quite a bit thicker than Vernon’s own cock—almost like a handle behind the chunkier part near the head. The texture is also different—more elastic and rubbery compared with Seungcheol’s stiff, solid erection.
How can this even be happening? It’s beyond his wildest dreams, but here he is—standing in the shower, fondling the dicks of his jacked, gorgeous hyungs, his hyungs that he looks up to so so much…
He doesn’t get to finish that thought, though, and has a heart attack instead.
“Guys, what the fuck are you up to?” It’s Wonwoo, squinting at them, a puzzled expression on his face.
Vernon panics and quickly lets go of the two dicks in his hands. Exactly! What the fuck are they up to?
“Oh, Wonwoo-hyung,” Mingyu complains, in that spoilt, bratty tone he has when he’s feeling bullied by his group members. He takes his forsaken dick in his hand and resumes stroking it himself. “Vernon got a bit excited, and we’re just helping him out.”
“Oh, we’re calling it ‘helping out’ now, are we?” Wonwoo asks, arching one eyebrow but smirking slightly to one side.
“You should take some responsibility, Wonwoo-ya,” Seungcheol chimes in, and proceeds to give Vernon another heart attack. “He was admiring your big cock, which is why he went all hard.”
Vernon stares at him in shock, mouth open, but Seungcheol pays him no heed, sidling right up to him and sliding his hand caressingly across one of his pecs. “Hansol likes his hyungs being helpful. Right, Vernon?”
“Right, Vernon?” Mingyu echoes, closing in from the other side, blinking at him affectionately.
Vernon looks around at all three of them, speechless, with a creeping suspicion he’s unwittingly been caught up in some intricate drama he isn’t in on.
Before he can even start formulating an answer, Wonwoo comes to his rescue. “You should be careful around those two. All they ever think about is cock,” he observes wryly.
Seungcheol breaks out giggling at Wonwoo’s dig, but Mingyu explodes with indignation. “Pfft, look at you pretending to be all good and holy,” he retorts, maintaining eye contact with Wonwoo as he makes a point of placing one hand on Vernon’s shoulder and reaching over with the other to run his fingertips over his abs.
On the other side of him, Seungcheol hasn’t stopped either, continuing to caress Vernon’s chest with one hand and running the other down his back and onto his ass.
Two hyungs touching him, teasing him, feeling him up, while a third watches on.
“You’re being such a spoilsport, Wonwoo-ya,” Seungcheol says, but, unlike Mingyu, his tone is playful, almost factual, and free of reproach. He looks at Vernon, eyes dripping with affection. “Look at our cute, innocent dongsaeng,” he continues. “You should join us.”
Wonwoo, albeit still smirking, rolls his eyes and turns away from them, reaching for some soap to lather his body and pointedly ignoring them.
“Don’t mind him,” Seungcheol reassures a blushing Vernon. The words cute and innocent are ringing in his ears, making him feel all kinds of queasy, and yet he doesn’t protest when he feels his hand being guided back to his leader’s dick and, after a hesitant glance to check that Wonwoo is no longer looking—no longer judging—starts stroking it again.
It looks so big in his hand.
“You like my dick, huh?” Seungcheol says, flashing him an indulgent smile.
His leader’s voice is caressing, yet firm, and it makes something within him snap. He bites his lower lip, chews on it, bursting with the desire to scream out loud just how fucking much he likes it. But he can’t. Can’t bring himself to admit it; to admit that he’s a big fan—pun intended.
So instead, his soul shrivels up for the nth time as a pathetic, pleading whine escapes from his throat and past his tortured lips to echo around the shower cubicle.
What the fuck is wrong with him? Conflicting surges of embarrassment and excitement pump blood to his head, his cheeks, and his dick, but—mercifully perhaps?—he gets little time to ponder his own idiocy.
“Get on your knees,” Seungcheol instructs, with soft urgency, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
So he does as he’s told, the hard, tiled surface of the shower area floor abrading against his kneecaps.
The group leader plants himself squarely in front of him, holding his dick upright inches from Vernon’s face. Seen from the underside, so close to his face, it looks even thicker.
He’s dimly aware that Seungcheol is saying something, but the words aren’t wording in his brain. He is focused on nothing but the dick in front of him, watching spellbound as it moves closer.
And closer.
Until it touches his face.
He hears himself moan at the sensation of his hyung’s dick coming into contact with his cheek, brushing against his lips, under his nostrils. He breathes in deep, taking in his hyung’s smell, and he wants it. Wants it so bad.
Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s reaching for it with his hand, grasping it and holding it against his lips, closing his eyes as he pushes himself against it, feeling the silken firmness of it pressing all over his face. And he feels a hand on his head, stroking his hair, and through the haze, he parses the words falling from above.
“Suck me.”
His lips part, and the dick, his hyung’s big dick, slides in to fill his mouth, the feel of it rubbing past his lips and over his tongue, and then deeper towards his throat.
The fingers in his hair tighten their hold, the roots in his scalp protesting unheeded as his head is tilted backwards and the dick in his mouth starts thrusting rhythmically into him.
His hyung is using him, using his mouth, his dick probing ever deeper into him. He struggles to keep his lips tight around the thick shaft, anxious to keep his teeth out of the way while his salivary glands work overtime, taking in the flavour of precum and water and hints of soap in his mouth. It’s suffocating and intoxicating and—he doesn’t want it to stop.
But then, he feels his hyung ease up and he opens his eyes, dazed and confused, as Seungcheol’s cock leaves his mouth. He swallows and licks his lips, blinking as he peers upwards to find Seungcheol being pushed to the side by Mingyu’s towering bronze silhouette, his long beautiful dick soon occupying the centre of his field of vision.
Vernon’s eyes flit from Mingyu’s cock to Seungcheol’s cock to Seungcheol’s face to Mingyu’s smouldering gaze, and in between it all, there’s Wonwoo, still under the showerhead across from them, still covered in suds, but he’s stopped soaping himself and is watching them, the smirk gone from his face, replaced by an expression much more serious—much more intrigued.
But there’s no time to dwell on that; Mingyu is caressing his face, pushing his dick against his mouth, eager for his turn. And Vernon obliges—who wouldn’t?—closing his lips around Mingyu’s beautiful penis.
The shape is completely different from Seungcheol’s, and the taste is different, too. Pushing his tongue out, he explores it, running his mouth down the side of it, making his way from tip to base with his lips and tongue. Mingyu is holding his head, but he’s gentler, more soft, than Seungcheol, moaning and clearly enjoying the sight of Vernon playing with his dick.
“Agh, Vernon,” he hears him moan, “that feels so good.”
Vernon makes his way back to the tip of Mingyu’s dick and takes in its length. It slides in, the second dick to enter his mouth this afternoon, this lifetime, and it’s so long, touching the back of his throat before he can even take the whole thing in. He holds it there, forgetting himself in the moment, just enjoying the feel of it filling him up to the point where he is starting to choke, but then his head is gripped on either side firmly and he feels his hyung draw back slowly before starting to gently fuck his mouth, settling into a steady rhythm accompanied by throaty sounds of pleasure.
“Kiss him,” comes Seungcheol’s voice above.
The words are not much more than a hoarse whisper, but Mingyu’s response is immediate. Pulling out of his mouth, he kneels down beside Vernon and brushes his wet hair out of his face, then tilts his head and moves in. Their mouths meet, Mingyu at first delivering soft, short kisses to his lips, but then he opens his mouth and his tongue is on Vernon’s lips, probing them, and Vernon lets him in, letting out a moan of pleasure at the taste of Mingyu filling his senses.
How can this be? He is kissing Mingyu, tongue halfway down the throat of the most gorgeous man he knows. Reality has decided to fuck off, and instead here he is, making out with the unattainable, sliding his hands over his perfect pecs—fuck, there’s so much to grab—and down his gorgeous abdomen until he has dick in his hand again, feeling Mingyu do the same, reaching down to massage Vernon’s dick with practiced expertise as their kiss grows ever more frantic.
“Fuck, yeah.” Seungcheol’s voice reaches Vernon from above. “That’s so hot!”
He feels a hand on his head, and then he feels something intruding on his kiss with Mingyu, vying for the attention of their lips, pushing its way in between them. He recognises the shape of it, the feel of it, the flavour of it; it’s Seungcheol’s dick, inserting itself, taking its rightful place among their kiss. Without opening his eyes, Vernon’s lips slide from Mingyu’s mouth onto the leader’s dick, sucking the side of it in concert with Mingyu on the other side, their tongues touching as they pleasure Seungcheol in unison.
“Oh yeah, suck my dick,” Seungcheol groans. “Such good little pussyboys.”
The word sinks into his mind, making his cheeks burn.
He opens his eyes and watches entranced as Mingyu takes the lead, letting Seungcheol enter deep into his mouth before energetically—greedily—settling into a bobbing rhythm as he sucks wetly, moaning noisily. And Vernon gets it; Mingyu who is so tall and jacked and strong; Mingyu, who he’s always thought of as the ideal of masculinity, likes it; likes being told what to do, likes being used for his hyungs’ needs.
Mingyu is a pussyboy.
Which must mean that Vernon himself…
“C’mon, don’t keep it all to yourself,” Seungcheol laughs. “Give Vernon a chance, too.”
Mingyu looks up at Seungcheol, eyes unfocused, pupils blown, but carries on for long seconds, taking his leader’s cock deep into his mouth again and again, savouring every moment until, finally, he slides his lips all the way to the base and gradually lets the thing slip out of his mouth, then sinks back, watching Vernon with his mouth still hanging open, his chiseled chest heaving as his lungs make the most of their hard-earned break.
Vernon’s head is swimming. He doesn’t want to take his eyes off Mingyu, but his Seungcheol-hyung is waiting for him, dick at the ready. He wants them, he wants it all, he realises as his lips part again and dick gets slotted in between them yet again.
And that is when he notices.
Wonwoo is standing diagonally behind Seungcheol, a mere foot or so separating them. His eyebrows are knotted in a near-sighted frown, looking at Vernon with the group leader’s dick in his mouth, studying him with a cool intensity that borders on concerning.
They’re all looking at him. All three of them. But Vernon doesn’t stop, closing his eyes as his lips and tongue speed up and he feasts ever more intently on Seungcheol’s dick.
“You were right,” Wonwoo hums. “He does look kinda cute.”
Without breaking his rhythm, Vernon opens his eyes again.
And it’s right there. Just a few inches from his face.
Wonwoo’s massive dong.
It’s even bigger now, engorged from Wonwoo touching himself while he watched Vernon suck Seungcheol off, and yet it still hangs down, the weight of it preventing it from going fully horizontal.
“I think daddy wants to play,” Mingyu says, giggling as he gets up from Vernon’s side.
“Fuck, yeah,” Seungcheol concurs, steadying Vernon’s jaw and pulling out of his mouth. “Wonwoo-ya, feed him that big dick of yours.”
Vernon blinks up at the three of them towering over him, but then his eyes are on nothing but Wonwoo’s dick moving closer and closer.
“Looks like he wants it,” Wonwoo muses, stroking his thick thing right in front of Vernon’s face.
“Do you, Vernon?” Mingyu bursts out, his voice raw, breath hitching. “You want Wonwoo-hyung’s dick?”
“You gotta tell me, baby boy,” Wonwoo joins in.
Oh fuck.
They’re not gonna do this to him, are they?
Vernon looks at them, one after another, but there is no mercy. Only three pairs of eyes boring into him with steely determination.
“What do you say, boy?” Seungcheol demands. His playful tone is gone, replaced with the full commanding authority of the leader of the pack. “Tell us what you want!”
Their eyes all on him…
Waiting.
Wonwoo furrows his brow, looking over wistfully at Seungcheol, sighing with feigned disappointment. “I guess he doesn’t really want my dick.”
Vernon squeezes his eyes shut to hide the traitorous welling up at the corners of his eyes. The inside of his head is a mess of alarm bells and red flashing lights, but he can no longer stop what’s happening.
The words escape, imbued with a life of their own.
“No, please! I want—I want it, ok?” he blurts out, his breathing raw and shallow, in a pathetic, pleading whine that makes his toes curl. “Please, don’t make me beg!”
But the words don’t stop there.
“I want all your dicks! On me! All over me! Please, just cum all over me!”
“Fuck, yeah,” Seungcheol growls with satisfaction.
“He is a good boy, after all,” Wonwoo adds with a gentle snicker.
His eyes still pressed shut, he feels a hand grab his hair to tilt his head back, and then he feels it, the weight of it, laid across his face.
“Shit, that looks so hot!” Mingyu murmurs.
Eyelids fluttering open, he feels the tears escape down his cheeks as he opens his mouth to lap against Wonwoo’s awesome dick. Probing, his lips only barely fit around the large head pressing against them. Ignoring the slight concern that he might dislocate his lower jaw, he steadies himself by grabbing Wonwoo’s hips and manages to open further to allow Wonwoo to ease his dick into his mouth.
Damn, it’s thick.
He feels Wonwoo’s hands on either side of his face as he starts thrusting into his mouth. He does his best to press his tongue up against the underside of his dick like he did for Seungcheol and Mingyu but, to be honest, he fills him up so completely that there is little space to manoeuvre.
“Look at his little mouth filled with that big cock,” Seungcheol rasps, biting his lower lip as he strokes his dick.
“He’s taking it so well,” Mingyu chimes in, also working himself.
Wonwoo is taking it slow, but thrusts himself deeper and deeper into Vernon with gradual determination. He can feel the pressure building at the back of his mouth as the head pushes against the entrance of his throat.
He can feel his insides react to the intrusion, urging him to stop. But he doesn’t stop, the effort of fighting the mounting gag reflex squeezing more tears from the corners of his eyes.
He reaches down. He’s never been this hard in his life. As his fingers close around his own dick, the sounds of Wonwoo starting to moan reach him from above.
“Fuck, yeah, Vernon,” Seungcheol says. “Come for us.”
He runs his fingers up and down his shaft, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body at the triple sensation of Wonwoo in his mouth, his hand on his dick, and the sounds of approval coming from his hyungs.
They crowd around him, all three of them, Seungcheol and Mingyu coming in from either side to jerk themselves right next to Vernon’s face, the tips of their cocks grazing the skin of his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids.
He reaches up and takes hold of Wonwoo’s dick with his left hand and pulls back, easing it out of his throat and bobbing his head on it greedily for a few moments before letting go of it. He then grabs Mingyu’s dick and attacks it with the same energy, making Mingyu moan like the pussyboy he is. And then it’s Seungcheol’s turn.
All three of their big dicks are his, in his mouth, in his face. Rubbing against him, slapping his face, thrusting into him.
He jerks himself harder and harder.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Mingyu breathes as Vernon yet again closes his lips around Wonwoo’s dick, letting the head play across his lips and tongue.
“Cum in his face!” Seungcheol commands, moving in to slap Vernon’s face with his dick as Mingyu works himself with increasing desperation.
Mingyu’s whines reach fever pitch and the next thing Vernon knows is the feeling of hot, thick liquid streaking across his cheek, nose and eyebrow.
“Oh, shit!” Wonwoo exclaims, pulling his dick out of Vernon’s mouth to jerk himself right in front of his face. “He looks so pretty!”
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, too,” Seungcheol growls, positioning himself next to Wonwoo with the tip of his dick just under Vernon’s lower lip. Then he starts groaning with pleasure, and Vernon blinks rapidly as ropes of cum shoot from the leader’s dick to land on his lips, nose, and in his hair, mixing in with Mingyu’s seed to leak down the sides of his face, sticking to his lips,
He’s filthy, and he knows it, and he opens his mouth wide as he jerks himself in rhythm with Wonwoo whose big dick is half an inch from his lips as they reach their climax at the same time.
His body convulses and his mind goes blank. Wonwoo’s hot cum rains over his face, pooling in his mouth, at the same time as his own dick shoots his load over the floor of the showers.
For the next few moments, there is nothing but the sound of the running water of the showers and laboured gasps as the four of them regulate their breathing.
“Woof, that was quite something,” Wonwoo finally says with a big exhale.
“That was hot as fuck,” Seungcheol concurs, splashing water over his face as if to cool himself down.
Mingyu kneels down next to Vernon. “You’re a mess,” he giggles, then lets some shower water pool in his palm and helps get some of the cum off his face. Before he’s quite finished though, he leans in and licks Vernon’s cum-stained lips before segueing into a soft kiss.
“I’m gonna get jealous if you keep kissing him like that, Gyu-ya,” Wonwoo complains languidly.
“Well, maybe you should be jealous,” Mingyu teases as he helps Vernon to his feet and proceeds to help him wash his face and his hair.
Vernon closes his eyes, zoning out as the warm water runs down his body. His legs are trembling, and his heartbeat and breathing still haven’t quite returned to normal. He listens to his hyungs chatter playfully about the things they’re gonna do to him next time as they join Mingyu in running their hands all over him, caressing him and getting him clean—
—and he wonders if he’s the luckiest boy in the world.