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Jeonghan scrolled on his phone in his spacious, dimly lit room. The door was open ajar and it was silent— Mingyu was a surprisingly calm housemate, typically going to Seungcheol’s house to drink and cause a mess, to Jeonghan’s relief.
Speaking of drinking, Jeonghan’s phone buzzed suddenly.
Jihoon, 9:42PM: thought about it, i’ll be there shortly
A grin bloomed on his face. Earlier, near the end of practice, he had pulled the younger aside. While Jihoon was not an avid drinker, he had recently become more adept, and began to even accept invitations. Since his enlistment date was so soon, Jeonghan thought it would be a good time to get one-on-one time with the members, starting with Jihoon.
He was glad to see Jihoon had taken up on his offer, and pushed himself up to set up. They’d drink and have deep talks in the living room, where Jeonghan quickly set a few bottles of soju and beer. He made sure to place cushions on the floor, where he knew Jihoon preferred to sit.
Jeonghan knew Jihoon would take a while to arrive. After all, the younger lacked a drivers license, and taxis took a bit longer in this area. With time to spare, he strolled back to his room, slumping onto his bed once again.
The door— although it was open— was knocked. He slightly lifted his head. “Hm?”
At the answer, Mingyu pushed the door further open. “Hi hyung. Are you, uhm, busy right now?”
Ah. That was their little code for I want to get fucked real bad, just with a bit more decorum. An amused smile danced on Jeonghan’s lips as he glanced at his phone to check the time. This could be fun.
“Well, Jihoonie’s gonna come over in maybe 15 minutes.” Jeonghan started with a faux expression of how unfortunate, just so he could see the pout on Mingyu’s face. Satisfied, Jeonghan continued: “But that doesn’t have to stop anything, if neither of you mind. Come here, Gyu.”
Mingyu blinked, confused, but obeyed anyway as he walked towards the older. “What do you mean, hyung?” He asked, sitting on the bed next to Jeonghan.
Jeonghan gave a thoughtful hum. “Well, something crossed my mind just now. I’m leaving for basic training in a few weeks. How are you going to live without me?” He mused. “What if someone else can help you while I’m gone?”
Mingyu perked up. If Jihoon was the one coming today, then…
“…You want Woozi-hyung to—“ He sputtered.
“Why, puppy? You don’t like it?” Jeonghan pouted, gently grabbing Mingyu’s shoulders to handle him down onto the bed and against the headrest. Within seconds, Jeonghan was sitting on top of the laying man, thighs surrounding Mingyu’s thick ones.
Mingyu looked up to Jeonghan through his eyelashes, swallowing. “No, I do— I mean, it’s just, I don’t want Jihoon-hyung to think I’m weird.”
Jeonghan cooed, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss on Mingyu’s nose. “Don’t worry about that at all, baby. Trust me.”
Jeonghan had seen Jihoon in some scenarios even comparable to Mingyu, so he had no concerns whatsoever. He tapped his phone, which was on the bed next to Mingyu, checking the time. Ten minutes left.
Jeonghan turned back to the man under him. “You want hyungs to take care of you today, hm, puppy?” He purred, using one hand to stroke Mingyu’s hair as the younger leaned into it and nodded quickly. Pleased, Jeonghan moved himself off Mingyu and crouched under their bed to get their props. It would be best to soothe Mingyu into his headspace before Jihoon came. “Strip while I’m getting this, puppy.”
Mingyu obeyed instantly, even folding the clothes and setting them on the bedside table. He waited eagerly, not moving an inch, and remained silent, knowing he got terribly vocal once the scene actually started. Mingyu couldn’t contain the grin on his face when Jeonghan brought out his collar and leash— a matching black leather pair, delivered from a website that specialized in these things. It was perfectly suited for Mingyu, made so pulling the leash would lighten the collar, and just the sight of them already aroused him.
Jeonghan returned to his original position of sitting over Mingyu, slightly grinding forward against the younger’s hardening dick. Jeonghan had been advised to rest his body a bit in preparation for enlistment, and he wasn’t in the mood to do too much right now, thankfully. It reminded him of when Seungcheol had to get surgery, and Mingyu had gotten so upset that he couldn’t get fucked roughly. No matter how much Jeonghan wanted to, he obviously couldn’t manhandle anyone the way Seungcheol could.
He leaned forward, and without even needing to command him, Mingyu tilted his head back and bared his neck. Jeonghan clasped the collar around his throat, tugging a few times to ensure it was secure, and attached the leash on shortly after. Mingyu let out a small whine when his collar was tugged, making Jeonghan laugh softly.
Jeonghan knew they didn’t have much time, so he quickly began to coax the younger into a haze. He mumbled honeyed words into his ear, devouring Mingyu’s whimpers each time he grinded down on his hardness. Mingyu reached out, desperate, and Jeonghan allowed him to kiss him, sloppy and clumsy like a stupid dog. He liked giving Mingyu a chance to pretend like he has power, because they both knew that he was well comfortable under Jeonghan’s foot.
Mingyu moaned, rutting up against Jeonghan’s dick, the fabric of the older’s clothes rubbing against his cock deliciously. Jeonghan giggled, “Don’t you fucking dare, mutt,” cruel words betraying his sweet tone. He knew it always made Mingyu even more turned on— to be humiliated and treated like this.
The doorbell rang.
Mingyu jolted up like an actual dog, eyes wide and curious, but Jeonghan pushed his chest down. He grabbed his phone, unlocking the door with his app, shooting Jihoon a fast message.
Jeonghan, 10:02PM: come in, doors unlocked. don’t come in my room yet, wait and listen and you can decide for yourself if you want it.
The vague message would be enough for Jihoon to be intrigued, and the front door opened with a loud click. Jeonghan smiled and bit his lip, tightening his grip on Mingyu’s leash and pulling enough to make him uncomfortable. “You can be loud, puppy. We want Jihoonie to hear.” He allowed.
Mingyu whined, shifting around to try and escape the suffocating feeling of the collar. Jeonghan smirked, pulling it taught and watching Mingyu squirm with glimmering eyes.
“What’s that, mutt? Hyungie can’t hear you,” He taunted, proudly eliciting louder whines from the younger. Mingyu panted, his eyes glossing over with soft tears, his breath shortening and chest tightening. The collar was restricting his breathing ever so slightly—just how he liked it.
Jeonghan smiled, passing his free hand over the younger’s lips and gently forcing his mouth open. He guided their lips together, slowly but painfully, having his tongue explore every corner of Mingyu’s mouth. The latter moaned, body tensing up and hands finding their way around Jeonghan’s back, gripping and snagging at anything he could touch. Mingyu was becoming restless—he wanted to be a good boy and so it was taking everything in him to not grind against his hyung, which meant he needed to release the tension some other way.
When Jeonghan sucked on Mingyu’s lip, his dick throbbed, and he let out a shuddering whimper, body convulsing into itself. His volume increased as Jeonghan’s assault continued, occasionally yanking the collar to make him shut up.
The elder leaned back, admiring the mess Mingyu was—panting, eye glossy, skin wet and slimy, lips parted, and dick pathetically hard. He pouted, eyes pleading to get fucked.
“Dumb pup. Look how pathetic you are, sitting here and waiting for me. Can’t do anything on your own, can you?” Jeonghan mused, using a single finger to tilt Mingyu’s chin upwards, staring down at him condescendingly.
“Does this mutt need his hyungs to tell him what to do?”
As if on cue, Jihoon pushed open the door to Jeonghan’s bedroom, smirking at the scene before him. The bulge was clearly visible in his pants—he had been listening since his arrival, and fuck was it a pleasant surprise.
He strutted towards the bed, climbing on top of it and stationing himself next to Jeonghan, staring down at the pathetic muscle man.
Jeonghan leaned over to Jihoon, humming with dark eyes. “You’ll listen to me today, Woozi-yah. Won’t you?” The younger nodded quietly, eyes focused on the man below, but not making any movement. The air in the room was different now, a new player entering the arena.
Yet, it was painfully clear that it was Jeonghan’s game.
“Do you want me to prep him, or can you do it yourself?” Jeonghan asked the man who had just entered the room. “I’ll teach you how to do it. You’ll need to know for later.”
Jihoon swallowed. “Okay. Teach me.” Mingyu panted up at him, thighs twitching apart as they spoke like he wasn’t even there.
Jeonghan got off of Mingyu, reaching his arm out to grab lube from the bedside table. He tossed it to Jihoon before leaning back on the pillows near Mingyu’s side— it gave him the best view.
“Start with one and go slow.”
Mingyu squeaked, hand jutting out to grab Jeonghan’s wrist. The older pursed his lip but only slightly tightened his grip on Mingyu’s leash. He looked down, pleased. Jihoon’s hands were long but thin, calloused by years of piano and guitar playing. They slid into Mingyu beautifully, whose inner thighs were glistening with precum and lube.
When Jihoon began to pump in and out, Mingyu couldn’t contain his whines. His toes curled and he kicked in all directions to the point where Jihoon had to hold his thigh down with a firm hand. Before they knew it, he had already inserted another into Mingyu.
Jihoon curled his fingers and Mingyu’s fingernails dug Jeonghan’s skin, leaving angry red imprints. Jeonghan tsked, and pulled Mingyu’s leash forward to pressure his breathing. “What did I say about scratching, pup?” He scolded harshly, using the hand Mingyu was grasping and switching so he was the one holding Mingyu’s wrist now.
He held it hard, muttering quietly in Mingyu’s ear to make him leak more. The younger gasped, trying to twist his arm free, but it was futile.
“One more and then you can start fucking him properly.” Jeonghan ordered, observing how Jihoon moved. He was proud to see the younger follow immediately, squeezing in one more digit into Mingyu’s wet hole. “Hyung,” Jihoon spoke, surprisingly calm for a situation like this. “Can I kiss him?”
Jeonghan thought for a minute, finger brushing over Mingyu’s artery. “Go ahead. But be careful, puppy bites. Just push him down, pull his hair. He’ll calm down.”
Mingyu’s dick twitched hearing them talk about him like that. Jihoon smirked at him, now that he was given permission, and leaned forward. Mingyu was meek initially, but as Jihoon touched his lips and entered his mouth, he melted immediately.
Jihoon moved expertly, hands working just as well as his tongue. Even Jeonghan was impressed, and he wondered how happy Soonyoung must be every night.
Despite how hard Jihoon pressed him down, Mingyu was still strong enough to jostle him, his legs kicking too much for comfortability. In response, Jihoon bit harshly at his lower lip, extracting a loud whimper from the younger. Jeonghan noticed, and took it upon himself to tighten Mingyu’s leash. It wrapped suffocatingly around the man’s windpipe, but it was enough reprimand for him to stillness. He merely laid there, allowing Jihoon to swallow his moans.
Mingyu felt absolutely helpless. His legs shifted around Jihoon, trying to bring them around the older so he could get some friction on his aching dick. The assault on his lips became numb, the bites becoming less of a shock as Mingyu’s mind clouded with nothing but a need for pleasure.
“Nnh-“ Mingyu whimpered, feeling his lips become free and Jihoon’s fingers leave his ass and force his thigh down instead. Jeonghan smirked and tugged harshly on Mingyu’s leash, making the younger’s head jut to the side and a cough elicit from his mouth.
“Not yet, nasty mutt.” Jeonghan cooed, eyes glinting with mischief and rolling up to Jihoon. “You need to follow the guide of your hyungs, yeah? Jihoonie here wasn’t done, so you don’t move at all until he tells you to. Understand, dumb pup?” Jeonghan flicks his gaze back to Mingyu, cocking an eyebrow and locking eyes with him for intimidation.
Mingyu’s face contorted into shame, a pathetic whine escaping his lips as he attempted to nod.
“Good,” Jeonghan mused, relaxing his grip on the leash. “Keep going, angel.” He purred, coaxing Jihoon to continue.
Jihoon’s heart thudded at the nickname, and he wasted no time before yanking Mingyu’s chin back in his direction and forcing his mouth open with the hand that was once in his hole.
“Your hyung is right,” He began, referring to Jeonghan. “You really are a dumb mutt. Can’t listen for shit, can you?” Jihoon leaned forward, following Jeonghan’s example. He licked his lips, making sure Mingyu saw them glisten while keeping them just out of reach.
“Do I need to promise you treats? If I give you a treat, will you do a trick for hyung?” Jihoon’s head tilted to the side, mimicking the persona of an animal to degrade Mingyu’s own habits.
“How about this,” Jihoon began, tracing his thumb over the lower lip of Mingyu’s parted mouth. “If you follow orders, Jihoonie hyung will fuck you real good. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Huh?” He taunted, pushing his thumb slightly into the younger’s mouth. Mingyu just sat there and gaped.
“Speak, pup.” Jeonghan ordered, grip flexing on Mingyu’s leash as a threat.
“Yes, hyung, please—“ Mingyu pleaded, muffled by the digit pressing on his tongue. “I like it, I want- I want it, so badly, please.”
Jihoon was hypnotized by the man under him— his dazed eyes, sweat-slick forehead, and parted mouth pleading for him all combined sent heat to the older’s cock. He couldn’t resist doing something. “Open your mouth, Gyu.”
Mingyu’s mouth parted, assisted by Jihoon’s thumb pressing down. Jeonghan watched intently, hand not on Mingyu’s leash slipping down to rub himself just slightly over his shorts.
Jihoon leaned forward, tucking his own hair behind his ear. He gathered saliva on his tongue, urging Mingyu’s head even further backwards, before spitting harshly into his mouth.
Mingyu didn’t even need a command before swallowing whole, moaning at the warm taste. Jihoon sneered. “So obedient.”
Jeonghan added in a low voice, “Let’s see how well you can follow these orders, though.”
Jihoon leaned back, using the hair tie on his wrist to pull up his hair into a tight bun. He then licked his fingers a few times before thrusting them back into Mingyu’s desperate hole.
Jeonghan grunted, pushing himself up. He shifted and reached out, no longer pleasuring himself, and used his hand to wrap around Mingyu’s weeping dick.
Mingyu gripped Jeonghan’s forearm, whimpering with wide eyes.
Jeonghan looked to Jihoon and nodded.
Mingyu’s entire body was jostled by the movements. Jihoon’s fingers moved mercilessly in and out of his hole, and Jeonghan was cruelly pumping his cock, slick with precum. It made the youngest’s hands shake as they desperately gripped.
“Mmh, ah, hyung- hyungs, please, please, mph-“
Jihoon crooked his fingers, pressing deep against Mingyu’s insides. Mingyu squeaked, nails digging into Jeonghan’s arm. “I can’t- ‘m gonna-“ His head fell back, hair sticking to his forehead.
Jeonghan hissed into Mingyu’s ear as he jerked him off. “Don’t you dare cum until your Jihoon-hyung gives you permission.”
Jeonghan sped up and sped up and Mingyu’s whines grew louder until-
With a wet squelch, Jihoon pulled his fingers out and Jeonghan simultaneously released his grip, leaving Mingyu a panting mess. “No, hyungie, I was so close, hyung,” he gave a frustrated cry.
Jihoon merely shook his head. “We said, follow instructions. When Jeonghan-hyung is gone, you can’t forget all your training, puppy.” He said, pushing his fingers into Mingyu’s hole once the younger’s breathing soothed.
Then, the cycle began again. The two would touch and coax Mingyu closer and closer to release, before stopping right before he could climax. It left Mingyu pleading, agonized by their torture. At one point, he tried to keep completely silent so they wouldn’t be able to tell when he was close. Unfortunately, Mingyu was far from good at controlling himself, and Jeonghan at least was incredibly adept at detecting it.
Finally, after the fourth denial, Mingyu couldn’t take it anymore. He writhed, loud and desperate when Jeonghan and Jihoon removed their hands. By now, precum had leaked all over Mingyu’s stomach and the bed, leaving a large wet spot they would need to clean later. His dick was red and twitching and it was a pathetic sight.
Mingyu was in a daze, breathing heavily and loudly as he pushed himself up. Jeonghan made a surprised sound, about to pull the leash to force him down, but his expression morphed into curiosity. Pup was disobeying. This could be fun.
Mingyu, when he wasn’t cowering and squealing in the bed under him, was much taller than Jihoon. Jihoon looked up at the man, scoffing. “I never said you were allowed to-“
Mingyu collapsed over him, grabbing the older man’s shoulders and laying his chin over Jihoon’s left shoulder. Jihoon yelped when he felt Mingyu’s heavy weight- especially over his left thigh. Jihoon had been kneeling forward on the bed, but now, Mingyu had slotted the leg between his own.
Mingyu’s grip was tight. He held on with desperation and began to rock forward, pleading sounds slipping out of his lips. Jeonghan and Jihoon were both in too much shock to react immediately as Mingyu humped, rubbing his wet dick all over Jihoon’s shorts.
Jihoon’s breath stuttered, body tensing and trying to hold itself up under the weight of the younger. “You mutt, get off—“ He demanded, gripping Mingyu’s waist and attempting to push him off.
Jeonghan snapped out of his trance. He yanked the leash, forcing Mingyu’s body off of Jihoon’s. He fell backwards onto the bed with a whine, the sound muffled due to the increasing pressure from the collar on his throat. Jihoon winced, the younger’s fingers scratching him ever so slightly as he fell.
Jihoon panted, staring at Mingyu incredulously. The pathetic pup was clawing at his collar, trying to release the tension of its grip. His whole body quivered, hips jutting upwards as if the air would give pleasure to his worthless dick.
“Step back, angel.” Jeonghan called, his gaze dark. Jihoon obeyed, sliding off of the bed and watching the expert make his move. Jeonghan tugged the leash, pulling Mingyu’s head just a few inches from his.
“Do good pups move without being told?” He began, breath fanning onto Mingyu’s teary face. “Do good pups pleasure themselves? Do good pups climb on top of their owner? Huh? Answer me, you dumb fucking mutt.” Jeonghan demanded, yanking the leash so the tightness would pinch the younger’s throat.
The puppy yelped, mouth falling open with a gasp. His lips shook, searching for air as he choked out a response. “N-no, hyung, b-but i’m a good pup, I swear—“
He was cut off by Jeonghan shoving him onto the floor. Mingyu’s knees slammed against the hardwood, his body cowering over itself with shame. The leash was loosened and dropped, but the two older men looming over him made Mingyu stay put, like the good pup he claimed to be.
“No,” Jeonghan started. He turned to Jihoon, a cocky smirk forming on his face. “How dumb can one dog be? He’s been a bad pup, hasn’t he?” Jeonghan sneered, watching as Jihoon nodded in agreement.
Jeonghan crouched down to Mingyu’s level, eyes glinting playfully. “Look at the mess you made on your hyung’s shorts.” He cooed, grabbing the younger’s chin and forcing him to look at Jihoon. “Is that something a good dog does?”
Mingyu shook his head, chewing on his lip.
“It’s not, isn’t it? Say it. Say how bad you are.”
Mingyu whined, his eyes shutting in embarrassment. His thick muscles looked so pathetic and worthless as he was reduced to nothing but a dumb fuck by the two older men.
“I-I’ve been a bad dog…a very bad mutt. I-I should be glad to—to have such good hyungs, I—I’m sorry, i’m sorry—“
Jeonghan stood up and walked beside Jihoon.
“This stupid pup can’t apologize for shit,” He began, reaching for his phone on the side of the bed. Jihoon nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips. “Should he be punished, hyung? A good puppy can’t be made without learning from its mistakes.”
Jeonghan smiled. “You’re learning already, my little angel.” He rubbed Jihoon’s back, using his other hand to open up his camera app. “But you’re right. Dumb fuck needs to be punished.” Jeonghan’s gaze hardened.
“Step on him, love. The disgusting mutt deserves it.”
Mingyu yelped, muffling his mouth with his hands as Jihoon’s foot came down, the friction of the white socks he was wearing rubbing against his aching dick. The older stepped down, eyes glued to the mess— almost mesmerized— as he ground it down against the floor.
The pain sent jolts of arousal up Mingyu’s sweaty body, and little sounds escapes his lips with every press against his cock.
Click.
The flash made Mingyu’s tearful eyes narrow, and he flushed red at the thought of this embarassing moment being captured. “Hyung-“
Mingyu was cut off as Jihoon stepped his weight on his dick once again, punishing him.
“I’m so sorry, please, I’m so sorry, hyung, I need- I can’t stop it, I have to-“ He wailed thighs twitching as his dick leaked little by little.
Finally, Jihoon removed his foot, sock already stained. He tsked. Jeonghan snapped another quick photo before reaching down with a groan and grabbing the discarded leash taut. “Now that he’s been punished, I’ll teach you to fuck him, Jihoon-ah. And since he’s so avid on not being able to control himself, I suppose this mutt won’t mind you fucking as many orgasms out of him as possible.”
With that, Jeonghan tugged the leash towards the bed. On shaky legs, he pushed himself up and fell onto the mattress between Jeonghan and Jihoon. The man was a panting mess, and his dick looked as if it would come with a single touch.
Jeonghan leaned over Mingyu with an analytic gaze, reaching out with his slender hands and pushing two fingers into his hole. They slipped in with ease, and Mingyu moaned, head buried in the bedcover.
Jeonghan didn’t finger him for long, pulling his fingers out swiftly after just warming him up. Jihoon had already discarded his shorts and boxers, giving his own impressive dick a few pumps. Jeonghan took a hold of the man’s dick, smiling proudly as he lined it up with Mingyu’s hole.
Mingyu groaned loudly, forehead falling forward to lean against Jeonghan’s shoulder. Jihoon grunted as he thrusted out, then fully in again. He was awe-struck by how well the younger took him, how warm his hole was. He continued to grind his hips back and forth, the bed shaking underneath their weight.
Jeonghan sneakily pulled out his phone with the hand not on the leash, reaching and clicking record. “Look how dirty he is,” He rasped to the camera, panning it over the man’s sweaty, destroyed body shaking from the thrusts. The phone picked up well on Mingyu’s moans and the wet sounds filling the room. Jeonghan moved the camera over to Jihoon, his toned body captured well by the lighting. The man laughed shyly, looking away.
Mingyu was nearly drooling against Jeonghan’s shirt, breathing hot against the older’s neck. “Hyung,” He keened. “It feels, feels so good, mmph—“
Jeonghan cooed, bringing the camera closer to Mingyu’s face— or whatever of it was visible, considering how his sweaty hair fell over his forehead and half of his face was nuzzled into Jeonghan’s shirt. Still, the screen easily depicted the desperation painted on Mingyu’s face.
Jihoon continued to pound into him, skin slapping skin as he tightened his grip on Mingyu’s hips. He moaned, feeling the younger get tighter. As if on queue, Mingyu’s whimpers grew louder and louder. Jeonghan drew the camera closer to his trembling face. “Are you close, puppy?” He cooed, a taunting edge to his voice.
“Haah—mmnfh, Hyung, I—mmn, so good—close—“ Mingyu whined, his sounds barely coherent enough to form words. His hands grabbed frantically at Jeonghan’s shirt, pulling and grasping to ground himself to reality.
Jeonghan hummed, letting the mutt yank on his shirt. His gaze didn't falter. “Jihoonie,” Jeonghan began, eyes fluttering with mischief. “Baby, slow down.” His soft words held a commanding tone that made Jihoon obey immediately, Mingyu whimpering and squirming at the sudden decline of speed.
“Hyung—“
“Quiet, mutt.” Jeonghan’s words made the youngest shiver. Mingyu’s glossy eyes stared through his sweaty hair and into the camera, mouth agape and panting with the slow rhythm of Jihoon’s thrusts.
Jeonghan moved the camera to focus on Mingyu’s aching dick, using his other hand to tug the leash one last time before using that hand to draw up the side of Mingyu’s pathetic hardness.
“You want it so badly, don’t you, puppy?” Jeonghan cooed, tapping the tip and watching Mingyu twitch with each contact, edging him. He whined, lolling his head to the side away from Jeonghan’s shirt. “Y-yes, hyung—please, j—mmnh, more, please—hyung..” Sweat dripped down the side of Mingyu’s face, illuminating his tense, tanned body.
“Hmm,” Jeonghan began, slowly dragging his hand up and down Mingyu’s dick. “I don’t know, should your hyungs give you more?” His eyebrow raised.
Jeonghan flipped the camera to emphasize Mingyu’s face and let go of his dick, yanking on the leash and pulling their faces together.
“Remember what we said?”
“Hyung, please—“
“Bark for your treat, pup.”
Jihoon slowed his thrusts completely, now just letting his dick rest inside of Mingyu. The two men looked at Mingyu, intrigued.
Mingyu’s throat ran dry, mouth laying agape as his eyes darted back and forth between his two hyungs—his two owners. His face burned with embarrassment, his chest heaving while he tried to catch his breath.
Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, waving his phone back and forth. “Go on, mutt. Don’t get camera shy now.”
Mingyu’s dick twitched at the degradation. He whined, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. He was so close—
Jeonghan smiled widely as pathetic yips escaped his puppy’s lips, suppressing a moan of satisfaction. Jihoon let out a shaky breath, eyes hazy yet commanding over Mingyu. He traced his thumbs in circles over Mingyu’s hips, not missing the way the younger’s barks trembled as he did so.
“So, the mutt can listen?“ Jeonghan mused, pulling his face away and tugging on the leash, making Mingyu’s voice choke to a halt. The elder looked the mess of a man up and down, licking his lips. “Louder, pup.” He demanded, loosening the leash so Mingyu’s sounds could be heard. “Come on. We don’t have all day, you dumb dog. Don’t go mute on us—you want your treat, don’t you?”
Jeonghan jutted out his chin. “Speak.”
Mingyu, this time, barked without hesitation, his humiliation dying down as his brain focused on the reward. His lips quivered, but his voice remained loud and carried his yips across the room.
Jeonghan pursed his lips, masking yet another satisfied smile. He drew his hand up to Mingyu’s lips, shushing him with a finger and using his other hand to focus the camera back onto Mingyu’s dick.
“You really are pathetic, aren’t you, puppy?” Jeonghan questioned, taking the hand once on the youngest’s lips and using it to trace the side of Mingyu’s dick again. He squeezed the shaft, watching Mingyu quiver.
Jihoon groaned from above them both, his hands on Mingyu’s hips loosening their grip. He looked at Jeonghan with eager eyes. “Hyung,” he began, licking his lips. “Can I fuck him more? Please.” Jihoon panted, eyeing Mingyu, who was writhing below him. “He looks so good…”
The elder contemplated for a moment, not even sparing Jihoon a glance, and used his thumb to push down on the tip of Mingyu’s leaking dick. He smiled as precum slicked across the surface, a thin line drawing between his finger and the youngest’s hardness. An idea crossed Jeonghan’s mind, and he nodded towards Jihoon.
“…Fuck the damn dog.” He said, biting his lip. “He barked, didn’t he? I suppose we should reward him.” Jeonghan brooded, sliding his hand down Mingyu’s dick and resting it at the base.
Jihoon regained his previous thrusting speed in no time, already filling the room with harsh skin to skin contact.
“Ah, ah, ah—hyung, mmnh, ahh—“ Mingyu whined, curling his head back into Jeonghan’s side. His body bounced with each thrust, his hard muscles surprisingly mobile when fucked relentlessly. Jihoon tightened his grip on Mingyu’s hips, forcing his body to resist the movement so Jihoon could go deeper.
“Hyung—“ Mingyu’s pitiful cry rang above the sound of wet skin slapping, his sweat slicked body trembling underneath his owners. He stared at Jeonghan through his wet eyelashes, eyes pleading something he couldn’t voice.
Jeonghan cooed mockingly and tightened his grip right as Jihoon’s thrusts quickened. Mingyu’s dick pulsed under his fingertips, ready to nearly burst. “No, no, hyungie—hyung, hyunghyunghyung—“ the younger blabbered, unable to maintain eye contact. Jihoon’s thrusts were so deep and rough, rearranging his insides and molding his hole perfectly.
It was clear Mingyu was so close to release, but Jeonghan’s hand restricted him just in time like a makeshift ring. It tightened and refused to let an inch of relief through, drawing out frustrated cries from the pup.
“Bark for hyungs, bark like you really want it.” Jeonghan hummed, still squeezing Mingyu’s dick with his pointer and thumb.
Mingyu was so far gone and desperate for release at this point that his voice rang out instantly through his quivered lips. Breathy barks found their way between his moans— “Nnh, hhah, hyung” with bark, bark, bark. They were high-pitched and whiny, in sync with Jihoon’s rapid movements.
Jihoon was slamming into him so beautifully that Mingyu’s mouth slacked open, his jaw completely useless as all of his energy was focused on chasing sweet release rather than keeping his mouth closed. His barks sounded much more like pathetic shouts than a dog’s call, but his hyungs couldn’t care less.
Jeonghan focused on the pitiful yet luscious man below him. The harsh slapping of Jihoon’s dick in Mingyu and the latter’s worthless pup-like cries made his mouth water, his grip instinctively tightening on the base of Mingyu’s aching dick as his own begged for friction. His thumb and pointer finger curled together, caught in a daze and forcing Mingyu’s dick to twitch uncontrollably.
“Hyung, hyung, hyung—pleasepleaseplease—“ Mingyu begged, tears pricking the corners of his eyes and blending in perfectly with the sweat that wet his entire body. His body had no moment of rest, craving that release, and he hoped and prayed that his barking pleased his hyungs—
“Let it out, puppy.”
Jeonghan barely pumped his fist once on Mingyu before wet streaks of white flew from the younger’s dick, coating his stomach and Jihoon’s chest. Mingyu shook as he came, unable to see anything other than stars as Jihoon pounded into him and Jeonghan continued to jerk him off.
“Ahh-ahn, mn, hy-hyung, ahh—“ Mingyu wasn’t conscious of the noises he was making, the sounds spilling out of his mouth faster than the cum spilled from his dick. His eyes rolled back and his mouth slacked, drool spilling over the edge and tears streaming down his face.
“Jihoonie baby, don’t stop.” Jeonghan urged, his hand wet with sweat and cum as he practically milked Mingyu. Jihoon nodded eagerly, wanting to chase his own orgasm as well. He jutted his chin towards the camera, gesturing for Jeonghan to adjust its view. “Show the mutt. I wanna document him getting fucked dumb.” Jihoon groaned, dropping his head.
Jeonghan hummed in agreement, proud the younger was taking after him. He had no concerns—Mingyu would be well taken care of while he was gone. His hand was sticky and slick as he removed it, Mingyu’s cum slowly dripping to a slow stop. Despite this, Jihoon continued his rhythmic movements, pounding Mingyu further.
Quickly, Jeonghan took his sticky hands and offered it in front of Mingyu. The younger, barely lucid by how well he was being fucked, lapped at it hungrily and clumsily until it was clean with his spit. Jeonghan cooed with satisfaction, Jihoon’s thrusts continuing throughout the whole thing, sending quiet uh, uh, uhs throughout the room.
Eventually, Jihoon’s hips sputtered into irregular patterns, his fingers digging deep into Mingyu’s waist. After having already came, the younger’s entire body trembled with overstimulation and exhaustion—yet, although Jihoon’s tempo changed, his strength never faltered as his dick reached deep inside.
“Shit,” Jihoon panted, suddenly speeding up for a few seconds, rapidly pistoling inside Mingyu’s loose hole. The younger squealed and whined, collapsing entirely against Jeonghan, no longer able to hold himself up. Jihoon moaned loud and high-pitched as he fucked Mingyu into the mattress and Jeonghan’s lap, ultimately spilling inside and filling the warm cavern.
“Good boy,” Jeonghan purred, this time to Jihoon, not Mingyu. He stopped the recording, tossing the phone away to focus on his boys. Mingyu was still clenching around Jihoon’s cock, milking every last drop of cum.
“Hyung,” The youngest keened. “So—so full, hyung,”
Jihoon mumbled babbling words, a mix of warm, good, and a string of colorful curses. Some cum began to spill out between staggered thrusts, dripping onto the bed below.
Jeonghan stroked Mingyu’s sweat-slick hair affectionately. “Such a good pup, so good for hyung. Both of you, my good boys.” The younger was nearly passed out, cheek resting against Jeonghan’s thigh. Above, Jihoon caught his breath, eventually pulling out with a wet sound.
His eyes fell from Mingyu to Jeonghan, cheeks pink as he smiled slightly. The older giggled and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips that were swollen from biting. “Did so good, Jihoonie. I’m so proud of you, took such good care of him.” He praised.
Jihoon sighed sweetly, relaxing his muscles and scooting backwards, creating a little bit of breathing room between him and Mingyu. He ran a hand through his hair, shying his gaze away from Jeonghan, who continued to praise him relentlessly. “Aish, I’m amazed, Jihoonie—you did so well, Mingyu will really enjoy having you.”
Mingyu perked up at the sound of his name, the loss of pleasure beginning to ease him out of his headspace. Jeonghan pat Mingyu’s head, drawing a sigh from the younger. Jeonghan continued to address Jihoon.
“Yah, Jihoonie,” He began, a pout forming on his face as he glanced towards the bedroom door. “Do you not want to drink with hyung anymore?”
Jihoon blinked, staring blankly at the elder. Drink—wha…?
“Aish, you hate me!” Jeonghan whined, throwing his hands in the air, causing Mingyu to jolt at the loss of contact. Mingyu looked to Jihoon, confused. Jihoon mirrored his expression.
Jeonghan deepened his pout and crossed his arms. “Yah, don’t look at hyung like that…the soju, Jihoonie! You forgot, didn’t you…aish, just say I’m not important to you!”
Something clicked in Jihoon’s mind, and he made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth. Right. The soju. He looked to the door, then to Jeonghan, then to Mingyu. “I thought the plans changed—“
“Nu uh, I still wanna drink!” Jeonghan whined, sliding off of the bed and tugging Jihoon with him. The younger turned back to Mingyu, who sat up immediately and watched with wide eyes. “Hyung—“
Jeonghan waved a hand in Mingyu’s direction, dismissing his thoughts. “Relax, puppy,” He cooed. “You should rest, Jihoonie here took his sweet time roughing you up, yeah?” Mingyu stared for a second before eventually nodding, relaxing his shoulders and reluctantly staying put.
“Good boy,” Jeonghan teased, pulling Jihoon to the door and twisting the handle. “Rest well, puppy—I want some time alone with our Jihoonie here. You won’t mind, right? Plus, I can teach him some more…aish, baby, puppy—you’ll be in such good hands when I’m gone. Okay, see you!!”
Without another word, Jeonghan pulled Jihoon through the door, the two of them disappearing with nothing more than a soft click. Mingyu stared where they once stood, his mind running blank except for one thought:
Who would take care of him when Jihoon was gone?