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Po has always been—to put it simple—the freakier of the two.
When Thame and Po first got together, their sex life was fairly vanilla. Or at least to Po’s standards it was. To Thame, this was a whole new world.
Before Po, Thame had never been in a relationship, not only that but he had basically no experience except one make out session prior to Po. So when his sweet, loving and adorable P’Po showed him a world consistent of things he had never even thought existed, it was like opening a can of worms that seemed never ending.
God, he didn’t even know his P’Po could be so.. freaky. Po looked like innocence incarnate, his doe eyes Thame never got enough of, his soft way of speaking that never failed to make him melt, his shy demeanor Thame would’ve never guessed would disappear so quickly the minute Po got horny.
Never in a million years would Thame have thought that those same doe eyes he couldn’t get enough of, would’ve been used against him. Those doe eyes that looked at him affectionately seemingly also had the ability to look at him needily, pleading, begging and so insanely horny that Thame embarrassed himself once by coming in his pants simply because Po looked up at him when he was down on his knees.
It was embarrassing but Po being the freaky little angel he is, enjoyed the effect he had on him so much he lapped up his cum soaked sweats with no shame.
To sum it up, Po was a sweet little devil in disguise and Thame had no idea he could only get freakier.
Po had a friend group. That wasn’t new to Thame, he had met them at their reunion party back when Po and him first moved in together. But what Po had failed to mention was that there were a couple of people missing that day.
Three people to be exact. Three people who looked almost exactly like him.
If you saw Thame’s face when three different versions of his P’Po sat down at their table at a restaurant they agreed to go to, you would’ve thought he saw a ghost appear in front of him. Po had mentioned earlier that he had wanted Thame to meet his other three friends and Thame had happily agreed to it but Po should’ve at least warned him that he would be surrounded by three of his multiverses.
Thame, for the first time in a while had been reduced to silence, his mouth was open and his eyes were wide, switching between every figure surrounding him as if trying to see if they would disappear in front of him or worse speak in an alien language he only thought existed in tv shows.
Po looked at him concerned, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand to silently ask if he was okay. Thame snapped out of it when he felt the brush of Po’s thumb and smiled hesitantly, still in pure disbelief at the three figures sitting down in front of them.
“Guys, this is my boyfriend Thame! And Thame, these are the friends I told you couldn’t make it to the reunion.” Po said enthusiastically. Thame bowed his head slightly with a wai, “H-hello, everyone.”
He heard someone scoff at his greeting and turned his head towards the sound. It was the P’Po that looked like he worked out a shit ton and the one that looked the least like him with his hair browner than Po's.
Po rolled his eyes at the guy and muttered a quick, “Be nice.” At him before turning back to Thame, “That’s Thiu, a wannabe gangster that pretends he doesn’t like to feed the stray kitties next to his gym.” Thiu huffed at his introduction, crossing his arm over his chest before giving Thame a curt, intimidating nod.
Thame looked away instantly at being dismissed, instead settling his gaze onto the next P’Po, the one with longer hair, grown all the way to the end of his neck. His gaze was cold but less like the ‘I’ll beat you up if you talk to me.’ from Thiu and more like ‘You have five minutes to prove why you’re worthy of my time.’
Thame gulped with a nod, “That’s Moth. He’s an artist and speaking of which, has a gallery opening soon we will definitely attend, right Moth?” Po asked, making Moth hum slightly, “The ticketing will be closed soon.” Thiu scoffed at that, looking at Moth with annoyance, “And you can't spare four extra ones for your friends? We’re literally your only friends.”
Moth rolled his eyes, his headache already forming between his brows, “As if you’re one to talk. Just shut up and order whatever protein nonsense meal you claim helps with anything.” He shoots back, glaring at him before whipping his bangs sassily from his face.
Po sighed with a look that said he was far too used to this to stop it. He looked at Thame slightly apologetic and Thame just offered him a smile back, tightening his grip on his hand to assure that he was okay. In fact, it was quite amusing watching the two bicker.
Thiu and Moth kept going at each other, insults thrown dating back to the school life they shared together and it only seemed to fire things up even more, but a loud clear of a throat stopped their movements almost instantly.
It was the P’Po that looked the most composed. He had glasses on and if it weren’t for that and the completely different dress styles, Thame would’ve surely mistaken him for his boyfriend. “I’m Mok.” The composed P’Po had said, his voice absolute and almost professional like. Thame blinked at him before nodding, “Po talks a lot about you.” He mentions, sipping his drink right after saying so.
Po looked at him shyly with his cheeks coated in pink, “Shut up Mok.” He hushed, avoiding Thame’s eyes. Thame smiled proudly at him, watching how Po floundered around with the menu. He must’ve not noticed how inevitably in love he looked because he heard Thiu in the background making a noise akin to throwing up.
He gazed towards Thiu and then at Moth, who seemed to shake his head at his antics, before shyly looking away with his own cheeks coated in pink. “At least this one seems better than the last.” Thiu comments offhandedly, making Mok sigh in defeat.
Thiu looked around, sensing the tense atmosphere before raising his hands, “What? It’s true, that bastard was a rude ass fucker for leaving Po like that. I’m just… glad this one behaves nicer.” Po laughed at his comment and nodded, “Yeah don’t worry he does.”
“Plus didn’t you beat Earn to a pulp when you found out what he did? ’m pretty sure Thame doesn’t want that, does he?” Moth mentions casually, raising his brow at him with the coldest gaze Thame has ever felt. He gulped harshly, god save him. This felt so weird. He knew it wasn’t Po but man, having someone look at him like that with the face of his boyfriend really threw Thame off his horse.
Mok cleared his throat again. The only one saving him from the deadly look P’Po—No, Moth was giving him. “Let’s not scare Thame shall we? But…” He trailed, scanning Thame from head to toe as if he was assessing whether or not there was any danger, “Did Moth ever mention how I tracked his location?”
Thame was seriously dreaming, he had to be because how come one day he suddenly meets not one, not two, but three different variations of his boyfriend who seemingly would kill him if he hurt the main variation.
Po whined loudly, his hand coming up to cover his face, “Can you guys please behave like normal people and not like vigilantes who have it out for my boyfriend? I invited you to meet him, not threaten him!” They all shrugged, Thiu leaning back onto his chair with nonchalance, Moth crossing a leg over his other and Mok nodding quietly while still looking at him like he was assessing a threat. “Let’s just order food and catch up, plus Thame was really excited to meet you all.”
It took a while for a conversation to flow properly, after all Thame still felt like he was in an alternate universe of some sort but when the atmosphere began to soften, Thame figured he got along with everyone fairly easy.
Thiu, the one that looked like he could beat him with just one punch was funnier than he had made himself seem. He swore a lot was the first thing Thame made note of. He laughed with his chest and bickered with Moth so much about pretty much everything.
Moth, the artist and the one with a piercing gaze was much more talkative than Thame expected. He would ask questions about their relationships and would ask Thame about his interests though his expression remained completely uninterested. Thiu got on his nerves a lot and the only way he calmed down was when Mok or Po talked to him.
Mok, the one that was the most composed out of the three, didn't speak much. He hummed, nodded, occasionally asked a question here and there but didn’t really add much to the conversation. He only really spoke when Moth and Thiu were at each other’s throats.
Thame looked over at Po to find the man already staring at him, his gaze soft with the same gentle smile Thame never not reciprocated. He slid over his food towards Po and gestured at him to eat more, his hand intertwining with Po’s underneath the table, away from everyone's view. He was glad to meet Po’s friends because that meant he got to see another side of him he wouldn’t have known he had otherwise.
They spoke about their school days and how they somehow made their friendship work even for being so different. Thame laughed at the anecdotes they shared, “For people so different, you all sure do look alike.” Moth sighed exaggeratedly at that, “Tell me about it. During high school since it was mandatory for everyone to have the same hairstyle, everyone and their fathers mistook us for each other.”
Thame stifled a laugh behind a fist while Po nodded with the same exhaustion they all shared, “We had to wear nametags so people didn’t mix us up but even then people still did. Everyone thought we were quadruplets.”
“Wait, so you guys aren’t related at all?” Thame asked, causing all of them to make noises of agreements, “We aren’t and yes, we checked. But luckily everyone styled themselves in a way that differentiated us from each other. I dyed my hair, Moth became a ‘fashionista’, Mok looked like he never had a hair out of place and got perscription glasses and Po was always the softer out of us four so it wasn’t hard to differentiate him.” Thiu talked lazily, his plate scraped clean with no meat left on it.
Po leaned his head on his arm which was rested on the table and looked at Thame, “Thiu over here, got scolded for his hair but still kept it because he hated when people called him Moth and that pretty much sums up how our high school life went.”
They talked a bit more about anything else really. Thame invited them to one of his shows and everyone agreed they would be there, it was fun even though Thame struggled to comprehend how alike everyone looked.
When they said their goodbyes and reached home, Po was almost instantly on him, shoving him against the door with a needy kiss. Thame reciprocated immediately, balancing himself from the sudden movement. He sighed against Po’s lips, his hands instantly traveling towards his waist while Po gripped his hair and caressed his ear with his thumb.
They parted to catch their breaths and laughed when they locked eyes. Po’s eyes flickered between his lips and eyes, muttering something along the lines of, “My handsome baby.” Before kissing him again with that same unadulterated need.
Thame whimpered softly as Po tangled his tongue with his own, whining when Po gripped his hair to guide the kiss. They stumbled back clumsily, walking until Thame felt the couch against his calves.
“P’Po..” He whispered, his gaze glossy while he watched Po remove his shirt before sitting on his lap. Po looked at him with hunger, it was the only word that described him perfectly right now. He settled his palms back onto his waist while Po ran his hands through Thame’s soft strands of hair.
Thame couldn’t help but lean in closer, nuzzling his head towards the feeling while his eyes closed briefly, a content sigh leaving his mouth. “Such a good puppy, aren’t you?” Po whispered softly, grinding his hips down subtly onto Thame’s hard clothed cock.
Thame whimpered, nodding his head, tilting his lips to signal Po he wanted a kiss. Po smiled at his action, bringing down his hand to rest it against his cheek, his thumb brushing against his bottom lip before pulling him into a kiss.
They moved slowly against each other, Thame’s soft whimpers and moans mixing with the wet sounds of their tongues. Po pulled on Thame’s shirt, his palms going underneath the fabric to trace his body which never failed to make him shudder beneath his hands.
They continued their actions in the bedroom, their bodies pressed together as a promise and whispers hushed between their moans. Po had ridden him until his legs quivered and then had said something that Thame wasn’t sure he imagined or misheard.
“I wonder if you’d behave this good for all of us.”
Thame was mid orgasm when Po had whispered that, his mind blanking right after before he could ask what Po had meant by that. He knocked out right after too, which lessened his confidence on whether or not Po had actually said what he thought he did.
What did he even mean by that? Who was ‘us’? Thame was in a whole uproar when he remembered the faint whisper Po hushed. He looked at Po, who was sitting on his desk, working on a project he recently got assigned to. His mind was itching to ask whether or not he had heard correctly, itching to ask what he meant by that but shook it off, settling on having misheard him.
But then it happened again.
Thame was sucking Po off, on his knees with his hands behind his back with Po guiding his head gently. He was swallowing Po’s pulsing cock down his throat when he heard, “I bet you’d be such a good boy for us.” His vision blurred when Po came down his throat, his mind fuzzy at being called a good boy.
But again with that ‘us’ thing and it had only increased after attending Moth’s gallery opening.
They were in the bathroom of the damn place when Po pulled him into a stall and pushed him down on the closed toilet seat. He had kissed Thame so needily spit dripped down his chin and onto his clothes. Po had ridden him into oblivion, stifling his moans by shoving two fingers down his throat, he was so incredibly sexy but again another sentence slipped his mouth that caused Thame to genuinely feel like he was reaching psychosis.
“I bet your big cock wouldn’t be able to handle us with how easy you come.”
Thame’s cock pulsed with cum, deep within Po. His mouth was too preoccupied for him to question whatever Po told him. Po came right after, catching his release with paper towels so it wouldn’t stain any of their clothes. They calmed down with Po shushing him sweetly and rocking him back and forth subtly.
They cleaned up as best as they could and went back to the trio waiting for them in the corner of the room. Thiu smirked when he saw them while Moth raked his eyes all over Thame with a hum. Mok on the other hand showed no emotion but Thame caught the way Mok glossed over his figure before going back to sipping his drink.
Thame flushed under their attention, hiding subtly behind Po. He expected Po to shy away too like he always did when he wasn’t horny but no. Po looked almost proudly at them, signaling something with his features Thame had no clue to read.
“Was the bathroom’s design to your liking?” Moth commented, looking over at Po then at Thame, smirking when he noted the blush high on Thame’s cheeks. Po laughed, taking a swig of his glass that sat on the small standing table, “Mhm, come join us sometime.” He said jokingly or Thame thinks he did.
He was too flustered to notice the hint of seriousness behind his tone. Thiu clicked his tongue, tilting his head with a mean grin, “Only Moth?” He teased and Thame supposed he could’ve connected the clues by now but he hadn’t. He was too busy trying to calm his heated face from being exposed.
Po hummed but said nothing further, turning to Thame who was still struggling trying to fan his heated face, “Thame? Want to go home now or do you still wanna hang around?” He asked and Thame fluttered, “Uh, no. We can stay! I- uhm-” He stuttered, burning more underneath the eyes of all four of them.
Mok let out a noise akin to someone suppressing their laughter before straightening up, “The night’s still young, let’s head out to eat.” They all agreed and left when Moth closed his exhibition.
Despite his previous embarrassment, they had fun. They ate, talked, teased and the overall mood was really lighthearted if not for the stares Thame received every once in a while. Moth was more obvious with it while the other two glanced every now and then. Thame didn’t know what to make of it and Po seemed entirely unaffected by whatever it was.
What the hell was going on?
Over the past few days, Thame had been reduced to a completely confused puppy. He would listen to Po’s every word with focus he didn’t even know could sharpen even more than it already has when it came to Po.
He’d listen to anything that could’ve hinted at what this ‘us’ thing was about. He asked subtle questions like, “P’Po is there anything you would like to, I don’t know, do?” or “What are you interested in lately, phi?”
But every single question of his gave him absolutely nothing. Po would always look at him with that soft expression—not a hint of confusion or anything that could give anything away—and answer, “Hm.. Not that I can think of.”
Thame was very, very close to giving up until he decided that he was going to confront Po about it no matter what.
He planned it all in his head. He would make dinner, sit them down, have a casual conversation before asking him what the hell he meant with ‘us’. He was proud of his plan, getting ready to cook his best meal just to reward himself for being brave.
He was humming while he cooked, stirring the cheesy mashed potato in the pot, not noticing the presence of someone behind him. He jumped slightly when arms circled his waist and calmed the second the familiar scent of detergent reached his nose.
“Phi~ I’m cooking, you can’t just sneak up on me like that.” He whined slightly, turning off the stove so he could face Po. Thame’s breath hitched when he turned, Po looked breathtaking. Don’t get Thame wrong, his P’Po always did but he looked particularly beautiful when he parted his hair to the side and he knew that Thame loved when he did so.
Thame’s gaze flickered all over Po’s face, tracing every angle to assess whether or not it was his birthday or some important event for Po to dress up like this. The man wore an oversized hoodie that was definitely Thame’s and had sweats on that he knew made Thame go crazy. God, his plan might fail due to how badly his brain short-circuited around him.
“Thame..” Po muttered, using that soft voice that never failed to make Thame’s knees feel weak. Po stepped closer, his nose brushing against his, arms circling around his waist while looking up with those wet doe eyes, “I-” He began, biting his lip in hesitation. Po sighed softly, closing the gap between them, kissing Thame slow enough for him to feel every ounce of desperation within his body.
Po backed him up against the counter next to the stove, sighing when Thame’s tongue breached his mouth. They parted millimeters away from each other, Po’s eyes searching him with a contemplation Thame has only ever seen when something has been weighing on his mind.
Thame rested a hand on his bicep, stroking his thumb over his clothes as a way to tell him that he can say whatever he wanted, but instead Po pecked his lips twice and moved away to set the table. Thame watched his back while Po moved to grab the plates, his mind fuddled with concern.
They ate in silence, clattering of utensils against plates being the only sound within their apartment. Thame had planned to ask about the thing but he couldn’t. Not when Po looked like his mind was elsewhere.
The silence broke when Po finally gazed up from his plate and onto Thame, “Hey, Thame?” He started, fidgeting with the sleeves of his hoodie. Thame perked up at hearing his name, his attention solely focused on what Po had to say, “Yeah, phi?”
Po bit his lips slightly, eyes flickering nervously. “You know how you said that you’d be willing to try anything?” Thame tilted his head at that, nodding slowly, allowing Po to keep talking. “Uhm, so what if, hypothetically, I wanted my friends to..” He trailed, cheeks tinted with a slight pink hue.
“Your friends to..?” Thame quired, noting the way Po looked more shy than ever. “Joinusduringsex.” He practically fired out, hiding his face between his clothed palms. The food Thame had attempted to shove in his mouth fell right back onto his plate upon hearing that.
“What?”
Po whined, peaking through his fingers to see his reaction, “You don’t have to agree, it was just a question! Hypothetically too, so like whatever just forget I even asked!” He spluttered, getting ready to stand up to head to the sink.
Thame held his wrist before he could leave. He shook his head slightly, trying to process whatever Po had attempted to say, “So.. let me get this straight.” He said, tightening his grip when he felt Po attempting to pull away, “You want your friends.. to join us.. when we’re having sex? As in like they’re joining us physically?”
Po looked at him for a second before nodding, “And with friends you mean..?” Thame asked and if you asked what his face looked like right now, he’d say a mixture of stunned and speechless because never in his twenty two years did he expect Po to suggest anything of the sorts.
“Uhm.. Thiu, Moth and Mok..” He whispered and Thame could feel his breath stutter at those names. He swallowed loudly, his throat bobbing up and down just at the thought. “A-and what exactly do you want out of this uhm.. Orgy?”
Po groaned loudly, shaking his wrists out of Thame’s hold, “Don’t call it that~” Thame laughed softly at his behavior, his shock from earlier settling into something calmer, “But isn’t that what it is? Or do you prefer the word fivesome?” He teased and Po hit his shoulder for that.
“I- Let’s clean up first and then talk, okay?” Po said softly, Thame nodding in agreement. Once they cleaned up, they sat down on the couch almost awkwardly, both hesitant to speak. “So.. You want Thiu, Moth and Mok to join us during sex.” Thame breaks, unable to handle the suspense lingering around in the air.
Po hummed, diverting his eyes, “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it a lot and they have too.” Thame licked his lips and settled back a bit more comfortably, pulling Po on his lap so he could face him, “You’ve mentioned this to them?”
“I have and at first they were hesitant but eventually said that they would be up for it so long you’re okay with it.” He explained, fidgeting with the strings of Thame’s trousers. Thame caressed Po’s sides with his thumbs to ease him out of his nervousness, pulling him in closer, “And if I’m not okay with it?” He mentioned and he could physically feel Po’s shoulder sag at his question.
Thame stifled his laughter, Po looked like a sad little kitty who just got refused their favorite treat. “Then we forget this ever happened. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to.” Po said earnestly, looking Thame in the eyes with honesty that made him coo softly.
Thame hummed, “And if I say I’m okay with it?” One sentence and he could feel Po light up like the city when it was Songkran. He bit his lip to contain his amusement and watched Po shyly squirm against him, “If you’re okay with it, then I’ll text the others and we start planning a date for when it can happen.”
“Okay.”
Po shot his head up, “What?” Thame leaned closer towards him, pressing a peck on his cheek, “I said okay. I’m okay with it, Phi.” Po’s gaze almost instantly filled with want. He wrapped his arms around Thame’s neck, “Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into? You said yes without asking me the things I thought you would ask.” Po mumbled, pressing a kiss against Thame’s jaw.
Thame’s eyes fluttered close at the feeling. Po hummed at his reaction and subtly grinded down on his lap, watching as Thame’s mouth opened with a soft moan, “One might say you’re desperate for it.” He whispered, licking down his neck.
“Didn’t ask what we would do to you, didn’t ask about how it would play out, didn’t even ask whether you even get to physically participate. Just so, so desperate for us, aren’t you?” Thame whimpered loudly, the sound that left his throat far from the ones he usually makes.
Thame whined as Po raked his hands beneath his shirt, his mouth open with shallow breaths leaving, “Ngh~ What, ah~ What would you guys do to me?” He asked breathlessly, his hands shaking with the amount of arousal that seeped within his veins.
Po chuckles at his desperation and licks the shell of his ear, “What wouldn’t we do? Hm?” He removes Thame's shirt in one swift pull, leaning back to admire his wrecked state. Po then moves to get rid of his own shirt before leaning back into Thame’s space, “Maybe we’d put our hands all over you..”
The younger man whined at the thought, feeling phantom traces of hands skimming over his upper body. “Maybe we’d kiss you all over, mark you with hickeys you won’t be able to hide no matter how hard you try.” Po whispered, leaving a bright red mark right below his ear.
Thame began breathing heavily, his hands unable to stop shaking with need. Po laughed softly at his reaction, trailing his fingers down Thame’s chest so he could rub his nipples with his thumbs. Thame’s back arched in surprise, a whimper escaping his throat.
“We’d use you. Make you stretch out all of us and forbid you from touching yourself..” Po continued, wet loud kisses against Thame’s skin ringing through the apartment. “We’d lay you down and use that big fat useless cock of yours until we’re satisfied. Make you come over and over again and you’d have no other option than to just take all of it.” Po moaned, rocking his hips back and forth harshly.
Their clothed cocks rubbed against each other, making both of them groan and whimper. Thame had tears in his eyes, gazing at Po who looked so pleased with himself for being the cause of his tortuous arousal.
“P’Po..” Thame managed to whimper, his cock throbbing hard in his pants. He needed relief and Po was doing nothing but tease him. “Shh, it’s okay ter. Phi will take care of you so well.” He hushed, sliding down on his knees to relieve Thame of his aching problem.
The moment Po was settled on his knees, he yanked down Thame’s pants along with his boxers, freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. Po moaned when he saw trickles of pre-cum sliding down Thame’s shaft, his hand coming up to spread it all over his cock.
“Mmh, you would be so wet for us, wouldn’t you? Just leaking all over before we even use you properly.” He moaned, swirling his tongue around Thame’s tip. Thame let out a strangled whimper at the feeling, his fingers clenching the couch cushions to stabilize himself.
Po smiled against his cock, his other hand slithering down to press and prod his perineum. Thame groaned loudly at the pleasure, his palm reaching out to push Po down further. Po gagged harshly at the movement but tried his best to welcome Thame down further, bobbing his head faster. “Ngh~ P’Po, you feel so good. Mngh~”
Po popped Thame’s cock out of his mouth before Thame got carried away and began stroking his dick rapidly, “Yeah, baby? Phi’s making you feel good?” Thame whined at the question, his hips bucking up while he nodded uncontrollably, “Mhm, Phi feels amazing~ ‘M close, ngh~ Please?”
Po smiled up at him, spitting on his cock to fasten to pace, “We’d drain you so well baby. Empty out all the cum you have stored for us and you’d let us, wouldn’t you? You’d let us use you like the good little fucktoy you are.” Thame cried out a moan at the degradation, his mind spinning at the thought of his cock being wrung dry by his Phis.
“I would. I would. A-all of you can use me. I’ll be a good boy, ah~” Po watched as Thame fell apart watched as his good boy quivered beneath his palms. “You’re such a good boy, baby~ C’mon, come for me. Come for Phi, we’ll take good care of you. I promise, baby.”
Thame came hard. His cock twitched as cum coated his stomach and Po’s hand. His thighs quivered with pleasure while his eyes rolled back, his moans loud against his ears. Po worked him through his orgasm, Thame writhing in overstimulation as he continued to stroke him.
When Po finally slowed down, Thame sank onto the couch, his soft cock twitching against his stomach. Po wiped him down haphazardly with one of their shirts and sat next to Thame, guiding the man in his arms, “You did so good for me.” Po whispered against his hair while Thame made a noise akin to approval.
After that amazing handjob, Thame and Po talked properly about the orgy.. Or fivesome or whatever you called it. They spoke about their respective safe words, about their boundaries and Po only ended the conversation once he was entirely sure that Thame was okay with it.
And Thame was a lot more okay than he originally thought he would be. He agreed happily and honestly, he didn’t seem nervous at all…
Well that was until he came face to face with all four of them at once.
Thame had completely forgotten about the fact that he had invited them to watch one of his shows and god, was it torture to see four types of P’Po staring at him with hunger he couldn’t help but squirm under.
Look, they planned to meet up for the thing next Saturday. However he failed to remember that his show was on a Friday night, the day right before Thame would probably get his world rocked and fuck, did it make Thame realize he was absolutely unprepared for having four gorgeous beings wrapped around him.
When he entered the venue, he signaled to Po that he would be heading backstage to get ready for his performance and that Po should tell the security guard when he wanted to go backstage. He left before he could notice three figures entering the venue with mouthwatering gazes.
Thame was sitting in the makeup room—his hair parted neatly with dark shadow underneath his eyes—when four figures made their way over to him. His band was stationed in the room next to his, changing into their respective outfits which was why he was alone at the moment.
He startled when a hand touched his shoulder. He looked up from his phone and gazed towards the mirror when he saw P’Po, no.
Moth.
His eyes widened while Moth maintained eye contact with a sly grin on his face. “Oh? Don’t tell me you mistook me for Po.” He teased, sliding his palms up to Thame’s shoulders. Thame shuddered at the movement, “I-”
A laugh reached his ears from the entrance of the room, Thiu. Almost instinctively he knew. Moth slid a palm up the back of his neck, kneading him slightly before stroking the hairs at the nape of his neck, slightly demanding his attention back onto him without saying anything.
Thame’s eyes closed almost instinctively at the touch, goosebumps forming beneath his leather jacket. “Po told us he told you our little secret.” Moth started, tightening his grip just a split second before going back to soft strokes, “He told us you weren’t nervous at all but… I don’t think that’s the case now, is it?” He whispered slowly.
Thame gulped, opening his mouth to disagree but he was unable to get the word out the minute Mok stepped into view. The man was quiet like he usually was yet something in his whole stance gave away how affected he really was.
They were surrounding his chair like hyenas getting their first meal after a drought. They wore different clothing, had different styles but god, Thame felt like he was surrounded by clones of his favorite, most attractive, dessert.
His brain was practically empty at being surrounded like this, his eyes skimming over each and every one of them. Thiu’s mocking smirk, Moth’s agonizing touch, Mok’s piercing gaze through his glasses and Po.
Po, his sweet, adorable, boyfriend in the middle of it all.
Without realizing, Thame whimpered. He didn’t notice he did until Thiu laughed loudly right after and Moth’s hand stilled against the back of his neck. The color in his face changed almost instantly. His cheeks coated in a red hue that creeped all the way down to his neck.
Po’s eyes were wide while Mok kept staring. “God, all we did was stand behind him and he moaned like a desperate pup. Po, are you sure he’d be able to handle anything?” Thiu teased, his eyes locked on the way Thame desperately tried to hide his face.
Moth hummed, “Yeah, Po. Look at him, he can’t even maintain eye contact.” He joined, grabbing Thame’s cheeks between his fingers to stop him from hiding. He made Thame look into the mirror, his fingers light against his cheeks but tight enough for him to be unable to look anywhere else.
Thame whined again, his eyes shiny at being teased so openly. His hands clenched the fabrics of his pants, trying to keep his mind at bay for his performance but they were really making it difficult for him to not want to drop down on his knees for them.
He half expected Po to tell them to stop teasing and somewhere within him he knew he would hate it if he did. But Po was forever his freaky little boyfriend and made things worse for him by placing his hands onto his shoulders, “Don’t worry. He’s a good boy, he’ll be good for us. Right, Thame?”
“Okay, that’s enough.” A voice broke through. Mok. He saw how Mok sternly gazed at them while perching his glasses up his nose, “He has a show and it wouldn’t be any good if you keep teasing him like this.” He said, his tone absolute yet Thame saw how his hands clenched by his sides and he wanted so badly for Mok to tease him too despite him making a really good point.
Thiu rolled his eyes while Moth let him go, raising his arms in defeat. “You’re such a party pooper.” Moth mumbled, leaning against the vanity, right next to Thame. “I was enjoying his reactions, you know?”
Mok sighed at them and locked eyes with Thame through the mirror, "Tomorrow we have all the time in the world.” His voice was monotone yet the sentence he spouted made Thame feel it deep in his abdomen, his breathing hitching at the implication.
Po smirked at Mok, “Seems like someone is also as impatient as us~” He teased, his brow curved as he watched Mok clear his throat. “I’m simply assessing the situation. Thame is performing soon.” He said monotonous.
Thiu snorted at his pretend professionalism and tapped Mok’s cheek annoyingly, “It’s okay to want him, you know? Po gave us permission plus the pup likes it.” Mok swatted his hand away from his face and noted how wrecked Thame looked just from their presence alone.
He felt heat climb up his stomach and forced it away by gazing away from Thame and onto a random area within the room. “Phi..” They heard, all their heads whipping towards Thame instantly.
Thame gulped at the eyes gazing in his direction and nervously began fidgeting with his pants, “I, uhm.. I want-” He stuttered, his face burning with the amount of attention he was receiving. He felt incredibly hot, his pants were tight and suffocating against him ever since that whimper escaped him.
He wanted them to do something, to do anything even if it probably wasn’t a good time to do so. He held their stares through the mirror, every one of them silent to let Thame finish his sentence although all that he wanted to say was expressed through his features.
Thiu hummed at him to continue while Moth looked directly at him from where he was stationed. Po tilted his head with lidded eyes while Mok’s gaze pierced through his stature, god was Thame pathetic.
“What do you want, puppy?” Moth asked, trying to ease his nervousness. Thame squirmed a little at his tone, his fingers playing with the hem of his outfit, “I.. mmh.. I want.. Please~” He mumbled, his sentences intangible with embarrassment.
Po chuckled, styling Thame’s hair that had fallen out of place. “Want what, baby?” Thame whined softly, his eyes shiny with need. “Need you.” He mumbled, his features twisting into something akin to pleading.
Thiu stepped closer towards the chair, leaning down to whisper, “All of us, pup?” Thame nodded rapidly at the question, his ears bright red. He was so pathetically desperate right now that shame barely existed in his mind.
Moth clicked his tongue and looked at Mok first before deciding on anything. He saw how Mok attempted to say something, probably something along the lines of ‘They should save this for tomorrow’ or ‘Thame has a performance and we shouldn’t disturb him’ but he physically felt how those words got swallowed down the more he looked at Thame.
He bit his lip to bite back a grin, allowing himself to slide onto Thame’s lap where he could feel his build quivering. “Aww~ Poor needy baby.” He mocked, his palm lightly tapping the side of Thame’s face, “A little teasing already has you worked up, doesn’t it? But we can’t do anything right now, puppy. You have a show in twenty minutes.”
Thame whined at being reminded, looking at Po to silently beg him to do something. “I-It’s enough time~” Po licked his lips, leaning down to peck Thame in hopes of calming him down but Thame held his ground by chasing after Po’s lips and pulling him down by the neck to kiss him properly.
Po made a surprised noise but quickly closed his eyes to reciprocate the kiss. Thame sighed softly against him, holding him tightly so Po couldn’t deprive him of anything. Po smiled against his lips and tilted his head to slide his tongue in, tangling it with Thame’s which caused the younger man to moan.
He pulled away roughly when he realized he needed air, Thame chasing after him with a whine. Only when Thiu chuckled loudly did he realize what he just did and quickly hid his face in between the crook of Moth’s neck.
Mok, who was supposed to be the rational one in the group, stayed silent. He couldn't help but note every single twist in Thame’s feature, he was simply addicted to watching him. Thiu was too, he liked watching how Thame squirmed from a single ounce of attention and he knew it had something to do with the fact that they all looked alike.
It was only natural of course.
Moth softly stroked the back of his head, shushing him softly while he whimpered in embarrassment, “You just couldn’t wait, could you puppy? Your makeup will get smudged if we do anything and I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t want your fans to see you all wrecked just because you couldn’t wait, right?”
Thame nodded against him while Moth slowly pulled him out from where he was hiding, “Look at you, all teary eyed.” He said, wiping away the smudged shadow underneath his eyes. Thame leaned into the touch, nuzzling his head against his palm while looking at Moth with needy eyes that pleaded him to do something, anything.
Moth laughed gently at the reaction and quickly came up with a solution to dispel his needy crisis, “How about this? We’ll head out while you go ahead and perform.” Thame shook his head before he could finish, which caused Po to grip the back of his neck, “Be a good boy and listen to P’Moth.”
Thame stilled against the touch, softly nodding at Moth to tell him he was listening. Moth pecked his cheek and continued, “As I was saying, you’ll perform and if you do a good job.. We’ll give you a nice little treat after the show.”
“But only if you do a good job.” Thiu added, crossing his arms over his chest. Thame let out a shaky breath, “P’Mok will join too?” His eyes looked at Mok through the mirror. Mok sighed, his expression twisted in contemplation. He closed his eyes briefly before giving Thame a firm nod, “Hm, only if you’re good.”
Thame clenched his fists against his side, fidgeting slightly beneath Moth, “Okay. I’ll be good.” Moth hummed proudly at him, pressing a kiss on his cheek before standing up. “Okay puppy, we’ll head out now. Go do your best and remember our deal, okay?”
Thame nodded at them, watching their figures disappear behind the door. So, yeah. Thame did not at all think it through because the minute all four of them stood behind him he knew he was fucked.
Look, you would be too if you had four people that looked like they came straight out of your wet dream surrounding you. Not to mention, Thame always was subby when it came to Po and having three other P’Po’s really did not help with that at all.
But if you asked him whether or not he would take it back, Thame would look you straight in the eyes and act as if you asked something outrageous. In other words, no. Thame would never ever take back anything, he was exactly where he wanted to be.
While he was performing, Thame felt a thrum in his veins he knew wasn’t adrenaline from the show. People screamed out the lyrics of whatever song he was singing but that barely registered in his mind.
He was interacting with the crowd, had jokes between sets and was focused while he played his guitar but really, even that he barely processed. His mind was still stuck in the waiting room, still stuck on the four people who were frankly his heaven on earth.
His veins struck with nervousness he couldn’t help but have. Throughout the show, his eyes would automatically settle near the bar area where those same four people his mind was stuck on resided. Their attention was fixed on him and god, did it do something to him.
He let out a shaky breath as they ended their last song, his fingers trembling with excitement while he watched Moth and Po clap proudly at the back. The band said their goodbyes and Thame saw how those four figures were no longer stationed at the bar. His pulse leapt hard.
The group told him that they were heading to the club around the corner, asking him whether he wanted to join. Thame laughed softly, his fingers fidgeting with his sleeves, “Not today, I have work tomorrow.” He lied smoothly, already making his way to the fitting room where he knew they were.
The door was wide open when he reached the room, his feet moving in without much thinking. He closed the door behind him and turned around to see four figures staring intently at him. Thame gulped, no one spoke until Moth gestured at him to come closer. Thame’s eyes fluttered as he made small steps towards the sofa where the group was stationed.
Mok was sitting in a lone chair near the mirrors, Po was standing next to him while Thiu was sprawled on the couch with Moth at the end of it. Thame felt wrecked simply from their presence alone.
When he stood in front of Moth, the man patted the area next to him, pulling him down when he saw Thame making no movement, his hand immediately coming up to pat his hair, “You did so well onstage, pup.”
Thame whined at the praise, his eyes fluttering close without him registering it. Po hummed at his reaction and leaned against the vanity, “He’s talented, isn’t he? Sang so well while pretending he wasn’t bothered by our deal at all.” Thame’s eyes shot open at being exposed, his ears tinted with red as he made an embarrassed sound.
“Hmm, I suppose we should hold our end of the deal. He did do a great job after all.” Moth said with a sigh, nodding at Mok to come closer. Thiu scoffed in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest, “I’ll sit this one out. The pup looks like he’s seconds away from passing out just from you patting his head.”
“Me too, I’ll let you guys reward him.” Po added, sitting on the chair Mok left empty. Mok adjusted his glasses over his nose and leisurely walked towards Moth and Thame without saying a word. Thame swallowed nervously, Mok’s presence more intimidating than the rest.
Moth stood up to push Thiu off the couch, ignoring the threat to push him back by focusing his attention on Thame. “Let’s give him an appetizer for tomorrow, shall we? Just a little treat for doing so well on stage.” Moth teased, pressing a wet kiss on the side of his neck which caused Thame shudder.
Moth smiled against his skin, leaving more wet kisses on his throat while his hand slithered down to palm Thame’s clothed cock. Thame moaned at the feeling, his cock twitching instantly against Moth’s hand. His mouth opened to pant while his eyes fought to stay open.
He whined when Moth opened his zipper and whimpered when a hand shoved its way down his pants. God, was he fucked. “Po, you didn’t tell us he was this big.” Moth said breathlessly, tracing his big cock with his palm, “He’ll stretch us out like crazy.”
Thame moaned at that, they talked as if he wasn’t there and he could feel his brain getting fuzzy with arousal. “Hm, I usually need four fingers for his cock so you better prep beforehand.” Thiu hummed low, “Does he last? Because Moth barely did anything and he’s already leaking.” He mocked, noting how Thame twitched at his words.
“He can but even if he doesn’t, we’ll use him till we’re satisfied, right Thame?” He asked, his velvet voice making Thame nod rapidly, “Y-yes, you can use me ah~” He huffed, his chest heaving with the stimulation of Moth’s hand on his cock.
Moth shushed him softly to calm him down, working his hand faster to spread the pre-cum. He was so incredibly wet, the noises bouncing off the walls of the waiting room. “Mok, you’re so quiet. You agreed to give him his treat, right? C’mon, don’t let the pup wait too long now.” Moth teased, pulling away his hand to kneel at Thame’s feet.
Mok, who was standing idle a few feet away from Thame, began moving. Thame didn’t know what he expected Mok to do exactly but he definitely did not expect the man to drop down next to Moth. Thame was breathless at the view, Moth and Mok on their knees next to each other, their faces so alike yet so different.
Moth looked delicate almost, looked like mischief wrapped in a silk blanket. Mok looked composed, his gaze dark behind those frameless glasses. Thame twitched at the sight, his head dizzy at being stared down from beneath him.
“W-What are y-” He stuttered and before he could finish, Mok engulfed his length halfway. He choked out a moan, his hands clenching at his sides and his eyes closed shut, “Ngh~ ah~ Phi~ P’Mok, Ngh~”
Mok didn’t stop. He bobbed his head up and down the length, ignoring the strain in his throat when he tried to take in more. The sounds were obscene and fuck, did it make Thame feel good. He cracked open his eyes to watch the movement of Mok going up and down on his cock, groaning loudly when he felt Mok’s throat squeezing down his length.
Mok popped off, licking down his shaft expertly without saying a single word, Moth giggling next to him. Moth brought a hand up to hold the base of Thame’s cock and quickly leaned in to join Mok with his teasing, his tongue running along the sides of his cock.
Thame threw his head back at the sight, two beautiful men, licking his dick sloppily, teasingly. They played with him as if he was nothing more than a toy for them to use. His whimpers and moans were mixing with the dirty noises of them sucking the sides of his cock.
Thame watched as their tongues subtly met each other around his length, he whined when they began swirling their soft, wet tongues on his tip. “F-fuck~ P’Moth, ngh~ P’Mok, ‘s too much. Please~ too much.” He moaned, writhing under their pleasure.
He heard movements from the side but couldn’t bear to look in that direction. He knew Po and Thiu were watching and it fueled something worse in his gut. Mok and Moth ignored his whining and continued their movements, Mok licked down his base while Moth bobbed his head down his cock.
It was messy, loud and so, so, so fucking hot.
Thame felt like he would explode. His thighs were quivering and his knuckles were white from how hard he had been gripping the couch. His voice was hoarse from moaning and his hips kept bucking up instinctively.
He felt his eyes tearing up when Moth managed to take him three thirds, his throat feeling so warm around his cock. “P’Moth~ ‘m close, ngh~” He felt Moth smile around his cock before popping off. Thame whined at the feel, his hips desperately bucking up for more.
“Shh, calm down, Thame.” It was Mok.
Thame whined at the sound of his voice, breathing rapidly at being denied his release. “I was so close..” He whispered, his cock twitching when cold air brushed his wet skin. His cock was throbbing with wanting to release, spit coating it all over.
“I know you were, don’t worry phi will take care of you.” Mok reassured, kissing the tip of his cock once before swallowing him down completely. Thame’s mouth opened in a silent moan, his cock getting engulfed by the warmth of Mok’s throat yet again.
He felt his tip reaching the back of Mok's throat easily, making Mok gag. But the man kept his head down, his nose brushing the sensitive skin above Thame’s cock, his glasses sliding down his nose. He held himself down till he felt the need to gag disappear and bobbed his head all the way up to the tip before taking him in again.
“Ah~ Phi~” Thame moaned, his eyes squeezing shut. Moth licked his lips at his reaction and wiped his mouth before sitting next to Thame. He roughly pulled Thame’s face towards himself and pressed his lips against his, making Thame taste himself on his tongue.
Their tongues tangled together messily, spit dripping down their chins with how much Thame drooled. Moans and whimpers were exchanged in between the kiss, Thame whining at the feeling of being used thoroughly.
“Gonna come for us, pup? Gonna come for P’Mok? Make his throat all messy with your cum, hm?” Moth whispered against his mouth, his hands traveling down to press beneath his navel, “It’s okay, come for us. Come in phi’s mouth just like how you want it, go on.” Moth egged and Thame lost it.
He whined loudly as his hips quivered from the intensity of his release, his hands gripping the edge of the couch like it was a lifeline. Tears left his eyes while Mok choked on his cock, his cum getting swallowed completely.
Mok worked him through his orgasm slowly, bobbing his head a couple of times till Thame whined in overstimulation. He popped off his cock and wiped his mouth with a tissue Thiu threw in his way. He cleaned his mouth as if he just had dinner and Thame whimpered at the sight.
If this was enough to wreck him, who knows what the fuck Sunday would do to him.
He was shaking nervously on the couch of their apartment. Po was out getting supplies, leaving him alone in their apartment to rethink his decisions. It’s not like he was regretting it in any shape or form, no. Thame didn’t regret anything at all.
It’s just that, yesterday when Mok and Moth sucked his soul through his cock, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Everything he did today led back to thinking about how their mouths felt wrapped around his cock and not to mention how whiny he got just in their presence.
If that was enough to wreck him into a puddle of whimpers and moans, what would happen to him if they used him properly?
Moth looked like he was ready to eat him up when he and Po left and Mok looked as composed as ever with an even darker gaze after that whole ordeal. But that wasn’t even his main concern. His bigger concern was Thiu, who looked completely unbothered by what had just happened.
He waved at them casually, too casually for Thame to not worry about it.
His thoughts got interrupted by the sound of the door opening, his feet immediately moving to greet Po at the door but instead got the breath knocked out of him. Mok, Moth, Thiu and Po were at the door, “Hi, pup.”
His breathing slowed, “H-Hi, I, uhm thought we were planning on 6?” He stuttered, the phantom feeling of Moth touching the nape of his neck making him shiver. Thiu snorted at his stature and moved his way inside the apartment, “Things changed, pup. Aren’t you excited to see us? You sound rather nervous.”
Thame gulped, backing up till his calves hit the couch, his heart hammering at the thought of what could happen next. “I’m not nervous.” He said, despite his voice shaking slightly. Thiu hummed, walking towards him, “Sure you aren’t.”
Mok joined him steadily, pushing Thame on the couch and towering over him, “There’s no need to be, Thame. You know what to say if you can’t handle it.” Thame felt his cock twitch at the tone, letting out a shaky breath, “Hm, I know Phi.”
“Good.” Mok adjusted his glasses and turned to the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water, “Po, where are your cups?” Po licked his tongue, sitting next to Thame, “Last cabinet on the left.” He tilted his head at Thame, his face completely filled with arousal.
Moth was the last person to crowd him, his long hair styled neatly to the side, “Hi, puppy.” He said seductively, sitting straight on Thame’s lap to press a kiss on his cheek. “Hi, P’Moth.” Thame whispered, his hands circling around Moth’s waist.
Moth’s palms found the nape of his neck instantly, stroking the short hairs softly before pulling lightly on the strands, making Thame gasp slightly at the action. “He’s so easily worked up, Po. He’ll cry the second Thiu gets his hands on him.”
Po settled himself closer to Thame’s side, petting his hair almost degradingly, “He will. He’s such a pretty crier too, Thiu will definitely like it.” Thiu rolled his eyes and made himself comfortable on the other side of the couch next to Thame, “We’ll see.”
Mok came back with three water bottles and looked at Thame with an expression he couldn’t quite decipher, “Stop torturing Thame and move. The movie won’t watch itself.” Huh? Thame looked at them with confusion written over his features.
Movie?
Moth laughed at his expression and softly patted his cheek, “You didn’t think we were going to fuck you right here, did you?” Thame burned in embarrassment, isn’t that what they planned on doing? His ears were tinted pink and his cheeks were flushed with the same color.
“He probably did, stupid horny little pup. We came here early to watch a movie.” Thiu huffed out, moving so Mok could sit. Thame was slightly stunned, that previous nervousness he had disappearing and turning into impatience.
Moth tapped his nose to catch his attention, his eyes dark while he mapped Thame’s features, “We’ll watch a movie and then maybe if we feel like it, we’ll play with you. But who knows? Maybe the mood won’t be the same and we leave.” He said with a shrug, standing up from Thame’s lap to sit next to Po.
Thame was in a limbo now. He thought the minute they entered through the door they would wreck him but instead they put on some stupid movie Thame wasn’t even bothered to pay attention to.
He felt annoyed. He waited nervously almost the entire day just for them to not do anything? What the fuck? Thame was fidgeting with the fabric of his sweat when Thiu laughed at something. Thame almost rolled his eyes at that.
He turned to Po to see if the man was paying attention to him instead of the stupid tv but no, his P’Po, the one that always pretended he wasn’t as easily affected by Thame’s presence whenever they watched a movie, was giggling with Moth.
They never actually paid attention to shows, ever! It was usually there out of courtesy, really. Po and him would always, somewhere within the ten minute mark of the movie, end up making-out, fucking or anything of the sorts. So, why in the hell was Po giggling with Moth on the couch as if his boyfriend wasn’t suffering next to him.
He bit the insides of his cheeks in frustration, crossing his arms while he forced himself to pay attention to whatever the fuck the main characters were saying. It was the middle or whatever part of the movie when the person to his left moved slightly. It was Thiu.
Thiu had his arms crossed over his chest and legs spread wide. Thame glanced to the side and saw his attention stuck on the screen in front of him so he shook it off. But then he moved again so subtly that Thame definitely wouldn't have noticed if he was actually paying attention to the movie. Thiu moved just a centimeter, practically a millimeter closer towards Thame.
Thame’s breathing hitched, the scent of Thiu cologne invading his brain. He turned his head to look at him but the man didn’t look back at all, his head titling lazily at the side while he watched the screen.
Thame’s eyes fluttered, his nails pressing against the palms, a nervous gesture. Thame tensed when he felt Thiu drop his arms to his sides, their bare skin touching. He bit his lip when he felt Thiu’s hand subtly slither up his thigh. He wanted to whimper, wanted to whine at him to do something but he kept quiet instead.
Thame wanted to see where it was heading and did he get his curiosity solved quickly because Thiu began stroking his thumb in circles on his inner thigh. His thigh twitched at the feeling but was held down by Thiu’s hand right after.
Thiu was tortuously caressing his inner thigh and was slowly inching closer and closer up towards his growing problem. He was panting slightly when Thiu’s thumb was right beneath his bulge, his knuckles white from gripping the fabrics of his pants.
He heard a noise to his side, probably Po and Moth gossiping but ignored it when he felt Thiu palm his cock through his pants. He gasped softly, his hand coming up to grip Thiu’s wrist not to pull away but to press him closer.
“P-Phi..” He whispered, gazing at Thiu with desperate eyes. Thiu looked at him with a bored expression on his face, “What?” Thame mewled at the response. He squeezed his thighs shut but was quickly pried open by Thiu’s fingers, “Mmph.. please..”
Thiu chuckled at his behavior, finally twisting his body towards Thame, “Please what, pup? C’mon speak properly, the others are watching.” Thame’s eyes widened at what he said. He instantly turned his head to find Moth and Po staring at him with smirks on their features. How long had they been watching?
He turned back to face Thiu but the man was already up from the couch, walking towards their bedroom. Thame’s heart was hammering for real now, all that previous nervousness coming back in waves.
“Oh, puppy. Took you long enough to cave, you’re hard for us, aren’t you?” Moth teased, standing up to drag Thame by the collar of his shirt. The others followed behind him. Thame stumbled as Moth dragged him towards their bedroom, Thiu already sitting on the edge of it with that same nonchalant expression on his face.
Thame felt embarrassed for being such a mess while everyone else looked so composed. He felt desperate. Moth pushed him in the middle of the bed and crawled over to him, “You’ll be good for us, right puppy?”
He nodded desperately, “I will. I’ll be so good.” Moth smiled down at him, gripping his cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, “Such a good boy~ Po you did a good job training him.” Thame felt humiliation crawl up his spine. The way Moth praised him felt more like he was mocking him and it burned a hot feeling in his abdomen.
Po crawled on the bed next to Thame, removing his button up so he was just in his shirt. “Hm, Should’ve seen him back then. He was so eager to please, easy to rile up, just like a cute little puppy.” Thame trembled under their presence.
Moth released his face and traced his bottom lip with his thumb, feeling how Thame shuddered under him. Thame whined and opened his mouth, sucking in Moth’s thumb and closing his mouth around the digit. Moth groaned at the sight of Thame desperately licking up his thumb like it was a cock, grinding down ever so subtly onto Thame sprawled beneath him.
Mok sat down on the edge of the bed, tapping Thiu’s leg, “Lube, condoms, where are they?” Thiu nodded towards the plastic bag settled on the other side of the bed. “Thame.” Mok called out, catching the attention of both Moth and Thame.
Moth huffed and rolled away from Thame, sitting down next to Po where he had the best view of what Mok was about to do. “Yes, Phi?” Thame answered, his veins tingling with equal parts nervousness and excitement. “C’mere.”
Instinctively, Thame crawled over to Mok where he sat on the corner of the bed. He stopped in front of him and was about to ask what he should do when Mok stole the breath out of him by pulling him in by the collar and kissing him hard.
Thame gasped into the kiss, taking a minute to fully comprehend what was happening before he reciprocated with the same intensity. Thame’s head was pushed backwards by the force Mok used, his hands coming up to grab Mok’s biceps in hopes of stabilizing himself.
It was messy, just so fucking messy. Thame’s tongue was eager to meet Mok’s, their spit falling down their chins as they tilted their head to deepen it. Thame was whining softly into it, his fingers trailing up to grip Mok’s hair, “Mmn, Phi~”
Mok was lightly sucking on Thame’s tongue while loosening the strings of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. Once those were off he parted away from Thame so he could pull up his shirt, his lips finding his again shortly after.
Thame tasted like sin. He tasted like the best meal Mok has ever eaten. His moans and whines, his fingers gripping onto Mok like he was a lifeline, his wrecked expression when Mok parted from him. God, Thame was addictive.
He pushed Thame down harshly on the bed, his upper body springing back onto the mattress. Moth and Po were palming their cocks on the side and Thiu was just as always sitting, watching and completely unaffected.
Thame needed to break that. He needed Thiu to lose himself to him.
While Mok pulled away completely to undress alongside Moth and Po, Thame crawled over to Thiu until he was seated right in front of him. Thiu raised a brow at him, curious to see what the younger man was planning.
Thame sat hesitantly on the bed, Thiu’s entire aura intimidating him and Thame made half a decision of wanting to back out. Thiu raised his brow more, shaking his head slightly as if saying, ‘What?’ Which made Thame slowly reach out his arms to slide them up Thiu’s neck. Thiu still had his usual expression on but didn’t push Thame away and Thame took that as a sign. He leaned in closer and pressed an experimental peck on Thiu’s lips.
Still no reaction.
Thame tried again, slower this time, prolonging the press of their lips before deepening it. He kissed Thiu softly, hesitantly and pulled back to see his reaction. There was still no change in his features but Thame sensed something darker rising up and he wanted nothing more than to unleash it.
He kissed Thiu for the third time, smiling when he felt Thiu return it. They kissed slowly, tilting their heads to tangle their tongues and just when Thame was about to pull away, Thiu flipped them over so he laid flat on his back.
“P’Thiu.” Thame gasped, his mouth getting devoured once more. He was moaning into the kiss not noticing three figures making their way to him. His eyes widened when a hand suddenly gripped his cock, “Mmph!”
He pushed Thiu away and looked down to see Po stroking his cock with an obscene amount of lube covering his hand. Slick noises ran through the room, “Ngh~ P’Po~ N-Not to quick na~” Thame whined, arching his back slightly off the bed.
“Shh~ Pup, you can take it. I know you can.” Thiu whispered next to him, peppering kisses on his throat while Moth joined him, licking the other side of his neck. Thame was overwhelmed in the best way possible. Hands were everywhere on his body.
They were touching and groping his muscles, kneading his skin like he was just theirs to use. Lips were kissing him everywhere, his skin marked in a constellation of purples and reds. Mok was busy marking his thighs along with Po who was still stroking his cock leisurely and Thame felt like his brain was going fuzzy at the sheer attention he was receiving.
And then out of nowhere the stroking stopped. He opened his eyes and looked down at Po to see the man wiping his hand on a shirt, “You ready to take us, baby?” Po asked sweetly, rolling down a condom on his length before turning around to settle between Thame’s legs.
“I’ll take you first, then Moth, then Mok and then Thiu. Think you can handle us, hm?” Thame gulped hardly at that, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him, “Yeah, I can. I’ll be a good boy and take it.” Po looked behind him to smile at Thame, grabbing Thame’s cock to slap it against his hole.
Moth licked the shell of his ear, “Look at Po, puppy. Look at how big your cock is in comparison to his small hole. You’re gonna stretch him out so good, pup.” Thame moaned loudly when Po slipped the tip of his cock in right after Moth whispered in his ear, the warmth already too much for his brain to handle.
Thiu palmed his clothed cock, his shirt thrown somewhere around the room, “You’re so big, pup. If only you knew how to use it properly. It's a shame really.” He mocked while Thame whimpered at the degradation, his breaths shallow as Po began sinking deeper and deeper onto his cock.
“Fuck, baby. You’re reaching my guts, Thame. Just so big for me.” Po moaned, slamming himself down to take Thame in fully. Thame watched with his mouth open as Po rode him like a toy, he was aching to buck up but Mok’s palm held him down, “No. You let us use you just like this. You’re not moving without permission, pup.”
Thame had tears in his eyes at the command, Thiu and Moth kissing down his neck again but this time they moved lower. They moved until they reached his nipples, swirling their tongues, making him arch his back at the double stimulation.
“P’Po~ Phi~ ‘m gonna come.” He warned, his thighs quivering with the need to climax. “Please~ Ngh~” Tears leaving his eyes. Mok tutted at him, signaling at Po to move faster on his cock, the sounds of skin slapping against each other loud in his ears, “Phi~ ah~ Please, phi? Let me come?”
“You can.” Mok muttered, pressing his palm harder against his stomach, “You can come, Thame. But..” Thame didn’t hear the rest. He came loudly with his body shaking underneath Po, thrusting up haphazardly, unable to contain his desperation.
Po worked him through his orgasm, bouncing up and down a couple of times but instead of stopping like he usually would, he kept going. Thame was writhing against the bed, Thiu and Moth moving away to watch his teary, pitiful state.
“As I was saying. You can come but we won’t stop.” Thame was moaning in overstimulation, his dick getting wrung by Po riding him. “Fuck, I’m close.” Po moaned, stroking his cock rapidly before coming, his walls clamping down on Thame’s dick.
Po slowed and popped off Thame’s lap, pushing Moth away so he could lie down. Moth almost instantly removed the condom so he could lick his cock, lapping at the cum running down his shaft, bringing him back to full hardness, “That’s it, puppy. Po was right, you are eager to please.” Po laughed softly, “Hm, he is. Just a good boy for us to use.”
Thame whined at the praise, gesturing at Po to kiss him. Po smiled sweetly at him before kissing him gently, his fingers carding through Thame’s sweaty hair. “Show P’Moth how good you can be, make him feel good.”
Moth took Thame out of his mouth, rolling on another condom before spitting on it. He faced Thame as he sank down fully on his cock. Moth moaned loudly, “Oh fuck.” He cursed, giggling at the feeling of being stretched out so perfectly. He ground his hips in circles, allowing himself to adjust, “Wow, fuck. You’re so big, puppy. Look.”
Thame gasped when he saw the bulge underneath Moth’s navel, throwing his head back onto the pillow, “Ngh~ P’Moth..” Moth laughed at his desperation and began bouncing up and down slowly, “Ugh~ Pup, you feel so good~”
Moth was different from Po. Moth rode him like a tease. He didn’t slow nor speed up, he just kept the same agonizing pace that caused Thame to tear up in frustration. He looked beautiful just like Po and god, was it fucking up with his head.
Moth bounced on his cock roughly, bracing his hands onto Thame’s stomach to balance himself. The others made themselves busy by stroking up his body, licking and marking every available skin that hadn’t been touched yet.
“P’Moth~” Thame whined, his fingers digging into the flesh of Moth’s thighs, “Faster, please? F-fuck, please?” He begged, no ounce of shame in his body when he did. He cried and begged for Moth to move faster but Moth didn’t hear or he was pretending not to.
Moth was chasing his own pleasure not at all focussing on the desperate boy crying out his name. Moth stroked his cock once, then twice before he came all over Thame’s chest and stomach, his mouth open in a silent moan.
When he calmed down, he smiled down at Thame, “Aww, sad I didn’t make you come? Don’t worry puppy, phi will help you.” Thame whimpered as his cock was left bare, Moth’s mouth swirling messily around his tip.
His hips bucked up, forcing his cock deeper into Moth’s mouth but Moth didn’t pull away. He let Thame fuck his throat, the noises wet and sloppy reverberating around the room. Thame came for the second time with a loud groan, tears streaking down his cheek as he climaxed down Moth’s throat.
“Wait, wait. Phi! I just came, ngh~” Moth kept his pace steady, holding the base of his cock while bobbing his head down. “You said you wanted to come and now you’re complaining? Hm, pup?” Thiu whispered in his ears, licking the shell of it while Thame writhed in overstimulation.
“‘S too much, I can’t-”
“You can. C’mon, come for us. Come again, Thame. Just for Phi.” Mok whispered, caressing his stomach lightly. Moth swallowed him down all the way, making Thame feel all the contraction of his throat. He came again, harder than he ever has.
He felt Moth swallow everything down before he popped off with a satisfied grin, “Don’t tell me you’re already finished, puppy. P’Mok and P’Thiu still haven’t had their turns yet.” He leaned down to lap up the cum on Thame’s stomach, chuckling as Thame twitched underneath him, opening another condom to roll on his dick, “Just two more, puppy.”
“O-okay, two more.” Thame managed to croak out, his voice hoarse from holding down his sobs. Po reached out to wipe his tears, pecking his lips once more, “Mmh, you can take it baby. Phi’s made you come this much before, right?”
That was correct. Po had made him come five times before but this? This was entirely different in the best way possible.
When Thame noticed Mok had settled between his thighs, his eyes fluttered at the gaze stuck on his face. Mok was quiet. That was the difference. Moth and Po both loved to talk but Mok enjoyed the tension his silence brought.
Mok adjusted his glasses up his nose and placed feather light touches on his thighs that made Thame’s cock twitch against his stomach, his cock slowly turning half hard from the attention. He gulped loudly when Mok inched closer to his balls, clawing the ruined sheets as he lightly pressed onto his perineum.
“P’Mok..”
Mok said nothing. He continued tracing his skin patiently, mapping every bit of his body with his palms. Thame’s breathing began to pick up when Mok pressed lightly on the skin next to his cock, still unwilling to relieve him.
“Hmm..” Mok hummed, it was like he was assessing something while he moved and Thame felt it in his bones, “P’Mok..” He whispered again, needing the older man to do something about his aching cock.
“Yes, Thame?” Thame bit his bruised lip at his unimpressed tone, “I- uhm- You can..” He stammered while Mok just looked at him with a raised brow, his hands still raking down his figure, “I can what?”
Thame whined against his palms, “Don’t you wanna use me?” He finally managed to let out, soft, gentle, almost innocent if it wasn’t for his state. Mok hummed, “I do, Thame.” He gripped his cock hard, “I do so, so, much.”
Mok then in one swift calculated move, sat down fully on his cock, sighing at the stretch of his hole. Thame moaned at the stimulation, a loud surprised gasp leaving his mouth. “P’Mok, ngh~” Mok stayed steady for a couple of seconds before tutting, “Move.”
Thame had tears in his eyes, unable to register what had been demanded from him until a sting to his thigh brought him back, “I said move.” Thame nodded rapidly, “Yeah, yeah. I will phi. Ah~” Thame moved his hips up, thrusting into Mok sloppily, his pace staggering with overstimulation.
He heard murmurs coming from his sides, similar voices talking. He didn’t know who was who, just that they were talking about him being pathetic and how his dick was useless for its size. “’m sorry, hic I- ‘m sorry, I’ll hic do better.” Thame cried, his hips bucking up pathetically.
He was full on sobbing now, his cock was throbbing as he kept fucking into Mok’s tight heat. He heard a scoff coming from his left and then another sting to his thigh, “Fuck me better or you don’t get to come at all anymore.” Mok spit, his tone absolute and Thame couldn’t help but stammer out more apologies.
“‘M sorry, hic P’Mok~ ngh~ I can do better, ‘m sorry.” He fucked his hips up desperately, hoping to get praised, needing, to get praised. He heard Mok moan softly and used it as encouragement to keep going. "You’re so pathetic, puppy. You just need all the work done for you, don’t you?” Moth whispered in his ears as Po whispered in the other, “Fuck him better, puppy. C’mon, use those hips to make him cum.”
He fucked up into Mok’s hole relentlessly, the lube squelching loudly in the room. The bed creaked with every thrust upwards and before he knew it, he was coming hard in Mok’s hole. His vision turned white as he twitched up, his hands gripping Mok’s hips till they bruised. “Fuck, ngh~ ‘m sorry, ah~”
Mok groaned against him, jerking his cock, following right after Thame. He sat still on Thame’s soft cock while he caught his breath, wincing slightly as he moved off his lap to lay down next to him. Thame faintly felt the removal of the condom on his soft cock and whined when the person stroked him once.
Thame had his eyes closed when he felt a tap on his side, Thiu. “Didn’t forget about me did you, pup?” Thiu teased, breath hot against his soft cock. “I didn’t hic phi.” Thiu laughed, “Good.” That was the last thing he said before diving down to take Thame’s soft cock in his mouth. Thame was fully thrashing against the sheets, his cock so fucking wrung from coming so much.
He was whimpering and sobbing but Thiu didn’t stop until he was fully hard again. He was blabbering about him being sensitive, his thighs shaking at the hyperstimulation. He felt how Thiu’s tongue swirled around his tip, how he sucked in his cheeks to add more agonizing pleasure to his pulsing cock.
When Thiu popped off his dick, Thame was panting heavily, his cheeks streaked with tears while Po and Moth patted the top of his head, whispering praises in his ears he could barely register. Thiu didn’t make him wait like Moth did, instead the minute he inserted his cock inside his hole he began riding him relentlessly.
Thiu rode him like he was starved, he was bouncing up and down so hard Thame lost his ability to form words. The man was milking every single drop out of him. Thame came hard inside the condom but Thiu didn’t stop. He continued milking him on and on. Even when his soft cock slipped out of him, Thiu forced it back inside so he could go back to riding him.
Thame was lost in pleasure, his head dizzy from the amount of times he had to come. He was babbling about how good it felt, moaning and whimpering out the names of the four people who caused his wrecked state.
When Thiu finally came on his stomach, Thame bucked his hips up one last time, barely spurting out anything. His eyes were closed as he felt four figures panting around him. He opened them to find Mok at his right thigh, Thiu on his left, Po on the left side of his chest and Moth on the right. They were stroking their dicks rapidly, heads thrown back as they marked Thame’s body with their cum.
Thame was completely and utterly claimed.
He opened his mouth to catch some of the release in his mouth, showing off when he did before swallowing their cum. When everyone calmed down, they began moving. Mok grabbing water bottles, Po grabbing a towel, Thiu arranging their clothes and Moth whispering praises at him.
If Thame could give this experience a review, he would type “10/10 Would definitely do this again.”