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The evening finally arrived at the boys’ getaway after a long day filled with food and activities.
Sunghoon, Jake, and Ni-ki shared a room and went back to wind down. Though it wasn’t exactly a proper wind-down session yet, they still had extra content to film. A “behind the scenes” look at what ENHYPEN supposedly does when they’re just relaxing.
They spent the next few hours playing games and joking around, the cameras still rolling as they tried to act natural. It dragged on until midnight, when the staff finally announced they were wrapping up for the night.
Sunghoon had long since decided the endless filming was pointless; he knew they’d probably use only five minutes out of the hours of “candid” footage they were recording.
But once the staff stepped in and switched off the cameras, that’s when the real winding-down time finally began.
“You guys will never guess what movie I managed to get my hands on,” Jake says with a grin.
“What is it?” Sunghoon replies, already suspicious. Knowing Jake, it’s definitely not something PG.
“It’s that new one with that really hot actress. you know, the one with the huge tits.”
Ni-ki gulps. “B-but hyung… isn’t that one banned in Korea? Because of the nudity and… you know… other stuff?”
Sunghoon and Jake both burst out laughing.
“Ya, Ni-ki-ah,” Sunghoon says, shaking his head. “It’s just a movie.”
Jake nudges him playfully. “Relax. If you get scared, I’ll hold your hand.”
Ni-ki shoves Jake’s shoulder. “Ugh, I hate you guys.”
“Sooo… are you guys in?”
Sunghoon and Ni-ki exchange a look before both giving a small nod. Jake immediately pulls out his laptop and connects it to the TV.
Ni-ki stretches out along the longer side of the L-shaped couch, naturally claiming the space since he’s the tallest of the three and needs the extra legroom.
Sunghoon chooses the seat on the far right end, leaning comfortably against the armrest, while Jake drops into the middle spot between them.
From the very first scene, the movie feels sensual and suggestive but nothing too wild yet.
About an hour in, Sunghoon groans and stretches. “Bro, when does this get good? I’m falling asleep over here.”
Jake waves him off. “Relax. My friend told me the second half goes crazy.”
The whole time, Ni-ki has been unusually quiet. After realizing they haven’t heard a single word from him, Sunghoon and Jake glance over.
Ni-ki is completely still, eyes glued to the TV, watching without blinking.
The movie finally hits a turning point.
On screen, the actress, now down to nothing, arches against the dimly lit bedroom wall as the male lead begins to enter her. The lighting hitting her tits perfectly.
Jake notices it first.
He’s slouched comfortably, one arm thrown along the back of the couch behind Ni-ki’s shoulders. His eyes flick sideways, a casual scan, nothing obvious.
Then they catch the unmistakable outline straining against the soft gray fabric of Ni-ki’s sweatpants.
A smile slowly creeps across his face. He doesn’t say anything immediately, just bites the inside of his cheek as he looks back at the TV, clearly fighting the urge to laugh.
Sunghoon notices.
“What?” he murmurs quietly, glancing over.
Jake tilts his head ever so slightly toward Ni-ki.
Sunghoon follows the gesture.
“Oh.”
Ni-ki’s fully hard. His bulge sitting high against his lower stomach, thick enough that the waistband of his sweats has ridden down slightly from the pressure. Every tiny shift of his hips makes the fabric slide and catch in a way that only draws more attention.
Sunghoon exhales through his nose, a quiet amused sound.
“You good over there, maknae?” His voice has a sarcastic tone to it.
Ni-ki flinches, and immediately yanks one of the throw pillows across his lap.
“I- I'm fine,” he mutters, voice half an octave higher than usual. His ears violently red.
“Just… concentrating on the plot.”
Jake snorts so hard he almost chokes.
“Plot, huh?” Jake leans in closer to Ni-ki, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Because from here it looks like you’re really invested.”
“Shut up.” Ni-ki shoves Jakes shoulder. The movement only makes the pillow shift, revealing the situation again for a split second before he clamps it back down.
Sunghoon stretches both arms above his head. His shirt riding up, exposing his toned abdomen, his legs opening a little wider, like he’s settling in for the show.
He glances at the screen, then back at Ni-ki.
“Movie’s getting good,” he says mildly. “You sure you don’t wanna… adjust?”
Ni-ki glares straight ahead, jaw tight. “I said I’m fine.”
“You’re literally tenting,” Jake deadpans, no longer even pretending to watch the film. On screen the actress is now on her knees giving the male lead a blow job of a lifetime. “Like. Full camping vibes.”
Ni-ki groans and drops his face into the pillow. Muffled: “I hate both of you.”
Sunghoon chuckles softly, dark and amused.
“Relax. It’s just biology. Happens to everyone.” A pause. Then, quieter: “Even us."
Jake leans closer until his shoulder bumps Ni-ki’s.
“Wanna know a secret?” he murmurs. “I’ve been half-hard since the shower scene 30 minutes ago.”
Ni-ki peeks out from behind the pillow, eyes wide. “Hyung-”
“And your hyung over there,” Jake jerks his thumb toward Sunghoon, “has been palming my bulge on and off the entire movie, but you probably haven't noticed that huh.”
Ni-ki swallows hard. The pillow stays glued to his lap, but his grip on it slightly loosens.
The actress on screen lets out a long, broken moan breaking the tension in the room.
Jake laughs under his breath.
Ni-ki doesn’t answer.
He just slowly, very slowly, lets the pillow slide an inch lower.
Sunghoon moves first. Not fast. Not aggressive.
He just reaches over Jake as if he’s passing the popcorn, and hooks two fingers under the stretched waistband near Ni-ki’s hip. He doesn’t pull it down, just tugs lightly to let his flushed, leaking tip slip free.
Ni-ki’s whole body jerks like he’s been shocked. A choked noise escaping his mouth.
“Hyung- ”
“Shh,” Sunghoon says gently. His thumb starts brushing over the newly exposed skin, smearing the bead of pre-cum that’s gathered there.
“You’ve been hard for almost the entire movie. Let it breathe Ni-ki-ah.”
Jake, who's in the middle watching everything unfold starts palming his own cock. He scootches in closer until his knee presses against Ni-ki’s, his eyes flicking between Sunghoon’s hand and Ni-ki’s face.
Ni-ki’s head leans back against the couch. Eyes squeezed shut, his chest rising and falling too fast.
“…Hyung, more please,” he whispers as he pulls his sweatpants down to his ankles.
Sunghoon doesn’t hesitate.
He wraps his long fingers around the base, his grip firm now and starts stroking from root to tip. Ni-ki’s hips snap up into it before he can stop himself, letting out a broken whimper.
Jake swears under his breath. “Fuck. Look at him. His dicks bigger than mine.” Which was true. The length and girth of his cock matched perfectly to his height.
Sunghoon keeps the rhythm steady, watching Ni-ki’s face the whole time, every flutter of lashes, every hitch of breath. They had all night so he wasn't in a rush.
“You’ve been hard for so long Ni-ki-ah” Sunghoon murmurs. “Must hurt.”
Ni-ki nods frantically.
Jake finally moves.
He slides a hand up the inside of Ni-ki’s thigh, his palm cupping Ni-ki balls while Sunghoon’s fist is working, rolling gently, feeling how tight and full he is.
Ni-ki’s legs fall open wider on instinct.
Jake leans in again, this time his mouth is right against the shell of Ni-ki’s ear.
“Wanna cum like this?” he breathes. “Both of us touching you while that stupid movie keeps playing?”
Ni-ki makes a helpless sound, half sob, half plea.
Ni-ki’s whole body locks up first, spine arching off the couch. His thighs trembling violently, his muscles jumping under his skin.
Sunghoon has no plans of slowing down. His grip tightens just enough, stroking through the first load of cum that rips out of Ni-ki with a brutal force. White stripes burst out across his own stomach, the splatter high enough to hit the hem of his ridden-up shirt, then again, and again, messier and hotter landing on Sunghoon’s knuckles where they’re still wrapped around him.
A hoarse groan slips from Ni-ki’s open mouth, trembling at first, then rising fast into a broken, unrestrained sound that fills the room. His head thrashes once, twice, then drops back hard against the backrest of the couch.
“F-fuck hyung-” Ni-kis barely coherent, more air than words. Another shudder rolls through him and he spills his cum again, weaker this time but still enough to drip down over Sunghoon’s fingers, pooling in the dip of his own navel.
Jake lets out a low, appreciative whistle even as his own hand keeps gently rolling Ni-ki’s balls through the aftershocks, drawing out every last twitch.
“Jesus Ni-ki,” Jake murmurs, voice thick. “That was so fucking hot.”
Ni-ki can’t answer. His chest heaves like he’s run ten miles. Sweat beads along his hairline, dark strands plastered to his forehead. His lips are swollen from biting them earlier; now they just hang parted while he gulps for air, little whimpers slipping out between each exhale.
Sunghoon finally eases his grip, but doesn’t let go completely. He gives one last slow, slick pull from base to tip, milking the final trembling drops until Ni-ki whines high in his throat and weakly tries to squirm away.
“Too much-too much-” Ni-ki gasps, hips jerking.
Sunghoon only hums, low and pleased, then brings his cum-slick hand up to Ni-ki’s mouth.
Ni-ki doesn’t even hesitate. His tongue peaks out, shy at first, then bolder, lapping at the mess coating Sunghoon’s fingers like he’s starving for it. The sight makes Jake groan under his breath, his own cock now at full hardness after all of that, waiting for his own turn.
Ni-ki swallowed his cum, his voice already wrecked, “…more?”
Sunghoon smiles, wiping his hand against Ni-ki t-shirt.
“Oh, we’re nowhere near done with you yet, maknae. Now it's our turn to have some fun.”
Ni-ki just shivers, already half-hard despite the mess cooling on his stomach, and lets his legs fall open wider in silent invitation.
The movie credits start rolling on the TV, but no one cares.