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“Please,” Jisung is whining, “please, give it to me.”
Chan closes his eyes. Hopes that when he opens them again, the entire image will be gone. Instead, he finds Minho staring right at him, the corner of his mouth curled up mischievously.
“Hyung,” he says, “you're finally here.”
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It all starts, as most Stray Kids things do, with Han Jisung.
Circle jerk, 10pm, he texts the group chat.
The vetoed Chan sends comes in a second after Minho's i'll bring the snacks.
I have the lube, Hyunjin texts, and Chan can already taste the defeat.
It's not like they've never done it before. They have, in various combinations and several places, only it's never been all of them together. The only time all eight dicks were out and about in one room it's the first very awkward 'oh haha we're drunk let's compare sizes and never talk about it again' encounter. Changbin had sucked him off back in their room that very night.
His skin goes hot at the thought.
The thing is, Chan hasn't jerked off for more than two weeks. They've all been stressed out, slowly going restless and antsy from their daily route being dorm-studio-practice room-dorm and he gets them, gets the need to find some sort of an outlet to let out all the pent up energy, he just doesn't really understand why it needs to be–
uguys prepare ur dicks, mainly , sends Jisung, and Chan allows himself to sink into a state of blissful ignorance. Just for a bit. If he pretends really hard, it may turn out to be a joke in the end.
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It doesn't.
And so when Chan opens the door and Jisung is begging for cock, he feels as if he stepped into a fever dream, as if he were that one guy holding a stack of pizza boxes walking into a burning room.
No one stops even after Minho acknowledges him.
Jisung is kneeling on a folded blanket in the middle of the room. Felix is standing in front of him, stroking his cock lazily while Changbin's behind him, holding Jisung's head tilted up. Hyunjin's got one hand inside of Changbin's pants, mouth on his neck and he's rolling his hips against the side of his ass into the rhythm of his hand moving up and down Changbin's cock.
It’s as if he’s looking at a renaissance painting if the renaissance painting was several half-naked men who are also his bandmates with their dicks out.
Everyone's getting off. There is a half-collapsed lube tower next to where Seungmin and Minho are standing and collaboratively jerking Jeongin off, and Seungmin's face is so, so red and Minho is smirking at him and Jisung is still on his knees begging for cock and–
And then Felix says: “Where should I give it to you, then?” and Chan's whole stomach drops out.
Heart thundering in his chest, he silently goes to sit in the furthermost armchair, watching as Felix speeds the movement of his hand, watching as he presses the head of his cock against Jisung's stuck-out tongue.
He's only in his boxers, and the strain of his hard cock in the grey fabric catches Chan's attention for a bit, makes him linger on the wet patch of precum betraying the exact position of the head of his cock.
“Yeah, on him. He wanted the circle jerk,” Minho says, “just proves how much of a little–”
Jisung makes a desperate little noise, cutting Minho off.
(and so the first breath is this: )
A few things happening in quick succession. Felix throws his head back with a groan and the first spurts of cum start landing on Jisung's tongue, but Changbin yanks his head back further, asks: “So you don't want everyone to know you are such a slut?”
Felix's cock slips from Jisung's tongue with the movement, and the milky white starts covering the entire lower half of Jisung's face, reaching down to his neck, dripping around Felix's fingers.
“Oh look at him, he is ,” Felix says through his clenched teeth, “I like him best when he’s a good little cumslut.”
Someone gasps.
Chan's not entirely sure whether it's him, but it doesn’t really matter, because there’s a lot of sounds at once, getting lost, blurring one into another.
And Jisung is loving it, Chan realises. He whines through it helplessly, eyes closed and mouth still obscenely opened, licking across his chin to catch the bits of cum. His knees slide apart, and he would've probably dropped even further if it weren't for Changbin's hands holding him up.
Jisung's hips twitch upwards as if he were seeking friction but he's– he's keeping his hands curled into fists on the tops of his thighs, and it makes Chan wonder what he's done to deserve this lusciously drawn-out torture.
He doesn't even realise how much of a trance he is in, watching Jisung and not focusing on much else until the noises that were coming from Jeongin suddenly get louder – from where Minho and Seungmin are doing a fucking collaborative work, hands meeting in the middle of his long cock.
“Hyung, hyung,” he's panting, “I'm sorry, I'm going to–”
“Yeah, Innie, I know,” Minho runs a thumb over the top of Jeongin's cock, gentle and light, stroking his cheek at the same time, “do it.”
“Jisungie-hyung, can I also–?” he gasps out.
Jisung opens his eyes wide, shuffles closer to Jeongin, and sticks out his tongue again in lieu of an answer. Chan holds his breath. Jeongin is making these sweet little sounds, these repetitions of nn-nn, and Chan cannot stop watching, moving his gaze from Seungmin's hand jerking him off to Jisung's open mouth, tongue trembling and the absolutely filthy mix of cum and spit gathered in the corners, threatening to drip down.
“What do you say, Jisung-ah,” that's Minho again. He went to sit on the ground next to Changbin's feet, just behind Jisung so he could drag his hands tenderly down his sides, pinch a nipple on the upwards stroke.
And Chan knows they do this together, he's done it before with them. But he's never realised just how much Minho knows what Jisung likes. Knows how far he can push so Jisung opens his perfect little mouth and starts chanting pleas again.
“Please, oh , please. I want it.”
(the second one is torturous, long, and drawn out: )
And then Jeongin's cock jerks, his hips stutter forward and he's coming all over Jisung's face.
Chan has watched porn before. Chan has watched a lot of porn, but he never knew it could feel like this. The skin of his face is hot. He’s so hard there’s none blood left in head, all blood in cock. Yet he doesn’t make a move to touch himself, grips the armrest until his fingers hurt instead.
Can’t tear his eyes away from the car crash scene of the stripes of white that land on Jisung, glisten in the dim lights of the living room, make him look filthy and obscene. That’s Jeongin’s cum. His baby coming all over his other baby. There is a specific place set aside for Chan's thoughts, he just can't figure out whether it's in hell or high above. High, high above.
Because this is hell – slowly strangling in the harsh ties of his mind, desperately groping for the one thought that doesn't involve his bandmates' dicks or cum.
He wonders if the kick of his heartbeat is loud enough to reach their– their circle or whatever that is, whatever happened during the moments of Chan getting back from the studio to lead them here. Maybe Jisung was being a brat, Chan decides.
Maybe he was provoking them all, baiting them into getting their dicks out, being a menace just like he’s known to be when he wants something.
They can never say no to him.
Maybe he started jerking off first. Right there in the middle of the room, after taking his clothes off, just like that one time Chan's found him in his studio. Looking back at it, Jisung seemed suspiciously eager to have Chan come in his mouth back then. Just like he is now.
He's once again zoned out, doesn't hear anything until Minho is saying: “I am not a fucking fleshlight, Kim Seungmin, do it yourself.” and Kim Seungmin is, consequently, rubbing one off right above Jisung’s still open mouth.
Where Felix was completely unabashed, unashamed in the way he wanted to come and come quickly, Seungmin is almost shy about it. Chan's never seen him like this – he's only staring down at Jisung, mouth bitten cherry red and a flush spread all the way from his chest up his neck. The movement of his hand stuttering, almost slowing down, as if he was trying to hold out, to stave off the way he's about to give in.
But then Hyunjin is reaching out to pinch Seungmin's ass, leaning close to murmur something into his ear, low enough so Chan can't hear. Seungmin hunches in on himself. His cock, barely large enough to fit into his hand, starts spurting cum, thick and viscous, on the tip of Jisung's tongue.
(the third one feels like this: )
Washing over Chan like a wave, stealing his attention fully – the cum drips slowly at first, just like the way Seungmin has been jacking off, drips from around where his fingers are almost demurely covering the tip.
There's too much happening at once. Just how many of their dicks has Chan seen tonight? How many more times is he going to mentally measure the amount of cum each and every one of them cover Jisung with?
As soon as Seungmin draws back, Minho reaches out to put one hand on Jisung's forehead, tilts his head like that to rest back on his shoulder and with the other–
“Aww, look at you. So desperate for cum,” he drawls, collects the milky strands from Jisung's cheeks, and stuffs them into Jisung's mouth, “gagging for it.”
Jisung's eyes glaze over.
He absolutely is gagging for it, especially when Minho drags his pointer and middle finger through the mess again and then fills Jisung's mouth, stuffs them so far back he literally gags around them, the sound so obscene Chan catalogues it into his brain to revisit later, too wired and strung-out to add meaning to it right now.
He sinks back into hedonism, allows himself the self-indulgence of just watching – the sex isn’t choreographed or rehearsed, not perfect in the way everyone moves around, not like in a practice room, this is the real deal, hands and bodies, and sounds, all dancing together with one intention.
But there’s not as much dancing as there is cock. Changbin’s got his one out, too. Changbin and Hyunjin both do, they're kissing filthily and jerking off together, the contrast of their cocks almost makes Chan’s mouth water — Changbin's thick and straight, whereas Hyunjin is all length and a slight rightward curve.
“Hyung, let me just,” Hyunjin says against Changbin's lips, drags his hips away to move closer to Jisung's mouth. Changbin makes an offended noise and grabs Hyunjin by the waist to push him away and stand above Jisung's head himself.
“No way in hell, I've been edged for the better part of an hour,” he complains, and Chan wonders, faintly, if it's really been that long, or if someone got their hands on Changbin even before the whole circle situation started happening. “Minho-hyung, make him open.”
Minho drags his fingers out slowly, licked clean and he makes a V with them, pressing down on Jisung's tongue, making his jaw hang open, all nice and ready for–
“Go on, Changbin-ah,” he says, “fill him up.”
The image is going to haunt Chan for the rest of his life.
The image being: Jisung's head tilted back on Minho's shoulder, his neck bared, mouth open and ready to take the whole girth of Changbin’s dick, tip to base, until the outline is visible right there. Right beneath the layer of flesh and skin, taunting Chan to the core.
And Hyunjin walks around, spreads his legs above Jisung, one hand twisting around his length, the other tangled into Changbin's hair so he can keep him close while they kiss messily again. While Changbin moves his cock in and out of Jisung's throat underneath Minho's watchful eyes.
Chan is vibrating with it, it feels as if he's already surpassed the mortal plane of existence and ascended to a higher dimension, a dimension in which the obscene sounds of a person, Jisung, gagging around a cock and the moans both Changbin and Hyunjin are letting out, are the only sounds to exist, ever.
And when Hyunjin finally comes it feels like– it feels like something Chan should go to jail for.
(and so the fourth and fifth burn their way down into his lungs: )
“I’m– mmm, ah,” he’s gasping into Changbin’s lips. “I’m coming .”
“Yeah you are,” says Changbin right back, “cum on him.”
“ Fuck ,” says Chan at the same time. It’s the first sound he’s made in a while, and his throat is tight, his mouth dry, his heart beating southward, pulsing double-time.
And Hyunjin hunches down and lets his cum spurt all over Jisung's neck.
His pretty neck Changbin's dick is still moving in and out of. Hyunjin's cum shoots out in fast bursts, pearly white-grey and sticky, streaks the skin in endless waves.
“Changbin,” Minho is still watching them closely, “you can be rougher. He can take it.”
“Yeah, hyung,” Hyunjin has finally stopped coming. He’s knelt down and he’s sucking on Jisung’s nipples, going from one to another, pulling them into his mouth over and over until they’re red and puffy. His other hand is rubbing Jisung’s cock through his boxers, rolling the head around his fingers, paying no attention to the twitch of Jisung’s hips, pushing his hands away when they stray down, wanting to touch himself.
“He wants it. So bad .”
And Changbin gives it to him.
Chan has seen him come before, but not like this. Never like this, right into someone’s mouth with the deepest groan, with the most reverent and satisfied expression as he looks down at Jisung.
Both Minho and Hyunjin cradle him when Changbin pulls back, they stroke his cheeks and whisper into his ears and Jisung is laughing through the coughs, wiping at his tears.
“Nice one, hyung,” he gets out, reaches a hand towards Changbin and he grabs it, makes eye contact. Changbin smiles down at him, a little fond curve to his lips. Somehow, that moment feels more intimate than anything they’ve done so far.
“You know what else would be nice?” says Minho suddenly, his gaze fixed steadfastly on Chan, “if our circle could get completed.”
“Oh,” Jisung finally looks towards him too, and he’s so lovely when he smiles and says: “Yes. Come here, hyung.”
And Felix gets to him first, starts tugging him up from the armchair, starts tugging his shirt off and Chan goes. Felix makes him close the space in between, obliterate it just like that, a marionette in his hands and under all of their gazes. His brain clocks out, turns liquid, and he feels himself starting to give in, slowly.
“Don’t you think he has…”
“What,” that’s Hyunjin, “had enough?”
Chan nods and he’s. He’s finally close enough to see just how fucking ruined Jisung looks, there is something raw and primal in the way his lips are angry red, face still wet, shimmery around his half-lidded eyes – he looks completely, utterly debauched.
“No, it’s never enough. Not if it’s with you.”
“Look at him,” Felix murmurs next to him, and Chan is, he is looking, the visual center of his brain cortex in overdrive, “he’s waiting on you.”
“Loves your hands. Loves imagining them tugging on his hair as he begs for your cock,” Minho says with his mouth pressed to Jisung's ear, but it's as if the words were being spoken right into Chan's, low and clear, “he kept asking for you, you know. Couldn't stop talking about his hyung.”
Minho runs a hand through Jisung's hair, then slowly pushes him so he's back to sitting on his spread knees, closer to where Chan is impossibly hard in his sweats.
“Even before you came here,” he continues. Jisung looks up at Chan, his brows furrowed and he bites his lip, nods his head ever so slightly. “Yes, you were. Tell hyung.”
“I… I was. Need you, hyung,” Jisung says, and his voice– his voice is completely wrecked from the way he just got throat fucked into the next century, but he still lifts both of his hands to hook into the waistband of Chan's sweatpants, staring at him expectantly.
Both him and Minho are staring at him, and they're most likely not the only ones but Chan cannot focus anymore, he tunnel visions onto the way Jisung licks his lips and. And there is the wicked tongue again, making an appearance.
“Please, Channie-hyung. Give me your cock.”
“ Fuck ,” Chan can't help the way he groans around the words, “come and get it, baby.”
“He knew you wouldn't let him get away with this,” Minho kneels right behind Jisung, reaches for the hands on the band of Chan's sweatpants, “but he sat down right here, took off his shirt–”
Chan's cock springs out, hard and ready, and he'd be embarrassed about the way it slaps against the skin of his lower belly, but he can't find it in himself. He'd be embarrassed about the tip weathering a veritable monsoon of precum, embarrassed about the way his skin is about to burst, so close to coming already when the only contact he made with his dick was a barely-there-grab a few minutes ago but he looks down and –
“And then our little cumslut started–”
Minho gets a hand on the back of Jisung's head and shoves it forward, right into Chan's cock. They both take a breath at the same time – Jisung's inhale tinted with a pathetic whiny sound that goes straight through Chan.
“Asking for it.”
One more word from Minho and Chan is going to be sent into a fucking ecstasy coma.
His dick is drawn to Jisung's lips as if there were magnets implanted underneath the skin, hips shuddering irresistibly upwards. The moisture kissed tip slides wet across Jisung's lips Chan lets his brain cells scatter to the wind as he gives into the eroticism of being licked all over.
Jisung props his tongue out over his lower lip, placing the head of his cock on the flat of it and he moves like that for a bit, then he curls his lips and sucks Chan into the heat of his perfect little mouth.
“ Fuck , that's it, swallow me.”
And Jisung does, eyelids fluttering closed, giving himself over to the process and pushing his nose into Chan's pubic hair. Chan throws his head back at the sensation of his cock flexing in the tight embrace of Jisung's throat, and he grabs Jisung's hair as if to ground himself, as if it could somehow stave off the desperate way his hips want to move back and forth.
But he does give in eventually, starts pumping his dick in and out of Jisung's throat at his encouraging hum, until a gag-cough forces Jisung out of his grasp.
Chan catches a tear against his knuckle, says: “Hey, perfect boy, easy there.”
Jisung hacks a few times, then breathlessly leans in close again, meets Chan's gaze with a watery little smile. “Sorry, I'm sorry. I'll do better.”
He rubs his thumb underneath the still-leaking head of Chan's cock, catches precum on the tip of his tongue, and Chan– he shoves his face back into his crotch and growls like an animal.
His entire focus is the tantalising pressure of Jisung's hot mouth, spikes of pleasure singing through his gut as Jisung hollows his cheeks, doesn't take him in deep anymore but it's all perfectly wet and tight so it doesn't really matter, compensates the rest with the rapid movement of his hand.
“Chan-hyung,” that's Minho and Chan snaps his gaze towards him, “hasn't he been good?”
And then Felix touches the back of his neck and Chan's overwrought body jumps, shudders when he leans in close and his hot, wet breath hits his neck when he says: “Chris. Give it to him.”
“ Jesus fuck, I…”
Chan's almost unfocused eyes go back to Jisung. His heart sputters and squeezes alarmingly as Jisung slides him out of his mouth, doubles up the pace of his hand moving up and down Chan's dick. He's balancing on top of a tightrope, clenching his jaw to stop himself from making noise, but he only succeeds in biting into his cheek, and a strangled hiss escapes.
And then Jisung opens his eyes, smiles with his tongue still out and–
(the six is the taste of blood on the back of Chan's tongue:)
Chan comes.
And he comes and comes.
Balls drawn tight, abs clenched, sweat dripping down the middle of his back, he surrenders himself to the heat. He feels almost detached, as if he were still back in the armchair, watching Jisung get painted with the—
But this is insane, Chan almost cannot believe the amount of cum, and he'd be embarrassed about it, will probably be embarrassed about it later, but it is just so damn hot. The last shot is straight out of a POV porno, catching against Jisung's eyelashes and he squints, scrunches his nose with it, and Chan swears he could fucking fly.
He's panting with his mouth opened, doesn't even realise he's clutching Jisung's hair like a lifeline until gentle hands are guiding him away, until Minho is tugging Jisung back against his body.
“Huh,” he says into the quiet, or maybe it's not actually quiet and it's just Chan's consciousness finally logging off, but it's a you-just-punched-your-screen kinda logging off and he's the neon spiderweb cracks spreading from the hole your fist just made.
His brain is still dithering between the staunch chill of sensibility and the hot desire that reignited without his permission, and he slides to the ground, supported by someone's hands, which he's thankful for, as he would've just dropped right down after seeing–
Minho is licking the cum from Jisung's face.
He is licking the cum from Jisung's face and then he's making him open his mouth by squeezing his cheeks together with one hand, leaning in and fucking feeding it back to him. That's Chan's cum getting passed back and forth, hungry mouths and swirling tongues and he cannot, there's absolutely no way he's getting hard again, but his cock twitches against his thigh nonetheless.
“Jisung,” Hyunjin says and Jisung moans back in response, pulls away from Minho, a line of spit connecting their bottom lips.
“Jisung, you little slut, look at you loving this.”
(seven is a renaissance painting of hands: )
Of hands moving across one body, snagging against nipples, rubbing the skin that's been painted in white.
“You were such a good cumdump for everyone,” Felix is running his fingers gently over Jisung’s cock now, still straining against the fabric of his boxers, “what do you say?”
And Chan watches in fascination, as Jisung gets driven to the edge with just a few touches, tender and delicate touches to his sensitive cock. Back arching beautifully, he stains the fabric dark grey.
“Thank you, mmm ,” he gasps out, “ oh , thank you.”
And he shudders and shakes, right there in front of everyone, until Minho is opening his blasphemous mouth again:
(and the eight : )
“Good boy. No no, don't break the circle just yet,” he says, “I’ve got some more for you, Jisungie.”